Hetalia is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, this fanfiction is owned by me.

It was the morning after a particularly rowdy party at England's house. Most of the other nations had attended, and gotten completely wasted in the process.

England moaned as he awoke and surveyed his surroundings. He'd passed out on the floor, surrounded by empty beer cans and wine bottles (Courtesy of France and the Italy brothers). His eyes widened when he saw the state his living room was in. Toilet paper, vomit and glitter…why glitter? Covered the floor, sofa and coffee table, and the stench was unbearable. Not to mention England had a splitting headache, and was starting to feel a bit sick too…

I must have a spell somewhere that will clean this mess up, he thought, forcing himself up. He cursed to himself upon realising that he had a frilly pink tutu on, complete with ballet slippers…

Once he made his way down to his basement, England started going through all his spell books, looking for a spell that would clean the mess in the living room up.

"Let's see…Love charms…Summoning…Where is it?" he said aloud, as he went through his extensive library of books.

He found it at last, but at the same time, he noticed that another book was missing. That magic book. One that should never be used by anyone, human or personified nation. For the spells inside it caused horrific things, which no one should ever have to suffer through.

And all England could do was hope it hadn't gotten into the wrong hands…