Hey, Animetronic here! This is my first fic I have posted, so please let me know what you think! I'd also like to thank Syntax-N for Beta-reading and editing the entire story. I hope you enjoy!

The gloomy daylight of an autumn afternoon streamed through one of the tall windows in the old meeting hall. England shuffled his shoes in annoyance as the G8 meeting droned on and on. Germany had declared there would be an emergency meeting a few days before, completely crushing England's plans to try and beat Scotland at croquet that weekend.

The hall was also buzzing with anticipation, albeit for all the wrong reasons. Halloween was right around the corner, and America was especially excited. He babbled like a child about how, with France's assistance, he would finally scare England once and for all.

"Dude, we should so have, like, aliens abduct him as he walks home and hypnotize him to squawk like a chicken."

France gave his signature messing-with-England smirk. "Il est très méchant, but that is a little unfeasible, don't you think?" (He is very mean)

"Perfectly feasible, dude! I'll ask Tony to do it. I can already see Old Man Arts clucking." America slunk down in his seat chuckling to himself.

"I will curse England, da?" Russia let off an unsettling presence, and France shifted his chair a few spaces away from him.

"You do realize I can hear all of these plans from where I'm sitting? If I know what's to happen, it certainly won't be scary when it does," England tutted.

"Enough with Halloween. Japan, please come share your invention with us." Germany gestured to Japan to come up. Japan connected his laptop to the projector and displayed a slide show. There were a graph and a picture of a small fan clipped to some chopsticks.

"I have been working day and night to invent a fan you clip to your utensils to cool down your meal. You will never burn yourself on the tongue again." Japan took out a real version of the small, funny-looking fan and clipped it on his chopsticks. He then took out his lunch and started eating.

Italy pranced around the room asking if the fan would work on pasta and muttering sweet 'vehs' in England's ear. The fact that England had to get up early and missed his chance to finally beat Scotland pissed him off enough. Now the meeting wasn't a genuine emergency, but an invention showcase. This was England's last straw, and Italy pushed him over the edge.

"Germany, get this pasta-loving git away from me!" England snapped in Italy's face.

Instantly, his demeanor changed. He threw himself away from England to hide behind his favorite sausage-grease-and-hair-gel-smelling pillar of a man, Germany. "Germany, Germany! Signor Inghilterra is calling me names!" (Mr. England)

"You should never speak to a fellow country like that. I thought by now we could've learned at least something about civility," Germany snarled, a look of disgust distorting his already-cross features.

"I'm sick and bloody tired of you calling 'emergency meetings' for these!" England pointed to Japan's presentation. "This is the third time in a month, you know. I can't drop everything and go to your place in a heartbeat all willy-nilly."

"Angleterre, please calm down. I'm sure Germany had a reason to summon us." France placed a hand on England's shoulder and squeezed. England whipped his head around and quickly drew his wand from his pocket.

"Come off it. You don't want to get cursed again, do you?" He held the wand to France's chest in a threatening manner.

"Non, non, non, what I meant to say was that I don't like these meetings either." France held his arms up in defense and shook his head. England produced a devilish smirk. It was a rare occasion when he could back the high and mighty France into a corner as such.

"Dude, don't tell me you're afraid of England's toy!" America cackled. Without any further regards to the meeting, he propped his feet on the table in the middle, leaning his chair back on two legs.

"It's not a toy, America. It's a wand!" England shouted and slammed his fists on the table in his rage. America lost his balance and fell out of his seat.

"England, that is enough! Sit down and listen!" Germany bellowed.

"Why should I listen to you? How do I know you're not going to… to weasel your way out of another agreement!?" England glared at Germany right in the eyes, and the room went silent.

"What did I just say about maintaining peace and civility!?" Germany shot back.

"Iggy, cut it out." America stepped between the two, trying to break up the fight.

"I will not, America, so get out of my way!" England shoved America to the side, knocking him into Japan. His miso soup went flying over America's head and spilled all over England. He spat it out and looked at his clothes.

"You ruined my favorite shirt!" He shouted at Japan.

"I did not. You shoved America-san into me." Japan took cover behind Germany.

Feeling cornered, he shouted at everyone. "Fine, have it your way! But I must warn you, never anger a wizard, or he'll make your life a living nightmare!" England stormed out of the meeting room and slammed the door behind him.

"Oh dear, he's in a mood again, Mr. Kumakichi."

"Who are you?" The bear asked.

"I'm Canada!"

"Those bloody gits, always acting so innocent," England cursed under his breath as he stormed down the hall. He fumbled for his wand and muttered a spell to teleport him in a flash of white light. Seychelles noticed it and stuck her head out of her meeting room.

"Huh, what was that?" she thought to herself.

"Seychelles, it's not lunch. Can you please sit back down?" South Africa called from inside.

"Coming!" Seychelles looked around the hallway for the source. She lost interest and closed the door with a sigh.

Meanwhile, a bright light flashed amidst the silence of the Siberian tundra. England came tumbling out of it, landing face first into the powdery snow. The bitter, ice-cold wind nipped at his skin.

"Ugh, where am I? I can never get that bloody teleportation spell right!" England sat up and shook the snow out of his hair and clothes. He dug in the snow around him before a moving shape in the distance caught his eye. Soon that shape moved closer, splitting into three separate forms. The biggest growled at him. "Wolves," England whispered.

They circled him, the biggest stalking and staring at him. Behind him, the second largest happily trotted along and the smallest walked with his head down. England overturned the snow, trying to find his wand. The biggest noticed this and got down on his legs, readying for a pounce.

As England found his wand, the wolf leapt and flew over England. He was so close to the beast that he managed to rip a piece of matted, blond fur off its pelt. As the second one went in for a pounce, England closed his fingers around his wand and teleported. The medium-sized wolf landed in the snow, headfirst. After a bit of sniffing around, the pack got bored and wandered off into the tundra.

England reappeared in his basement wet, shivering, and reeking of miso. He turned on the light and looked at the clump of hair he had pulled off the wolf.

"I've been needing to restock this for a while." He put the fur in a small jar among the other curious oddities resting on the shelves. England looked at the jar, remembering how each of the wolves walked. "Huh, what a coincidence. I never thought I'd come across animals that behaved like the Axis."

Then the idea hit him square in the face. "That's it! I will curse them, and they'll experience the same humiliation I felt! Oh, why hadn't I thought of this during the world wars? Too busy tending to that star stuck in my head, I suppose."

England smirked and walked over to his bookshelf, skimming the spines of each ancient book until he found the right one. He flipped through until he got to the correct page, or so he thought. The page he needed was missing, and clumps of paper where the page hadn't ripped properly were visible. Only two other countries were proficient in magic, and out of those two, Norway would've taken the whole book, so the only other person could be…

"Romania! What the bloody hell did you do to my book!?" England shouted.

"Heh, I was waiting until you were going to curse someone again." Romania's voice echoed around the cobblestone room. England glanced around, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. He looked back at the bookcase and found two ruby red eyes staring back at him where the book was.

"Gah!" England stumbled back, startled. Romania emerged from the shadows, laughing.

"Oh my, that was hilarious." He brushed a tear away. "I've always wanted to do that. Also, have you taken a bath lately? You smell like Japan's lunch."

"Oh, sod off. What did you do to the bloody spell?" England asked, his arms crossed and his foot tapping impatiently on the floor.

"It's right here, of course. I needed to take it before you started cursing other nations. We don't want the entire European Union suddenly growing tails now, do we?" Romania rummaged around in his coat pocket and took out the yellowing piece of paper.

"I would never do that. We both know it would take an immense amount of power to fuel more than four at once."

"You know I was just joking." Romania smiled.

"Can you please give me the spell now?"

England lunged at Romania, trying to take the sheet, but with a flick of his wrist, it hovered slightly out of England's reach. "No, no, no," Romania clicked his tongue on his fangs. "I can't give it to you. I need to make sure you have enough antidote."

"You know I already have it." England took out a small vial from his shirt pocket. It was full of a thick, blue liquid that seemed to glow like the moon. "It's leftover though from last summer. You should have seen the look on that Frog's face." England chuckled at the memory.

"Hon, hon, hon, Rachel, this park is magnifique." France gazed at the scene before him. A sprawling gravel path snaked its way through a beautiful meadow of tulips and wildflowers. To the right lay a small pond that was filled to the brim with the water so still it could have been mistaken for glass. Over it was a small bench shadowed by a holly tree.

"Thanks." She blushed.

"Come, sit by me." France walked over to the bench and picked a flower. As soon as Rachel sat down, he pinned it in her hair. "Mademoiselle, this is for you."

He leaned closer and kissed her on the cheek. She giggled, and they both went in for a kiss, French style. A sudden gust of wind blew through the meadow, rippling the water and exposing the full moon. There came an unpleasant churning feeling in France's stomach, but he focused his attention on his latest advance. After about a minute, he swore he could feel something furry snake down his pant leg, but he was too involved to care. His entire mind and spirit were focused on the kiss. The country of l'amour never gave any less.

However, he had to scratch when a nasty prickling sensation crept over his body, as if pins were slowly forcing themselves into his skin.

"I never knew you grew a mustache," Rachel whispered.

"I… I never did," France groaned just as his stomach flip-flopped and his muscles began to cramp. His skin suddenly felt much tighter around his limbs. Gingerly, he felt for the stubble on his chin, but his fingers trailed along a full beard which continued to lengthen. He furrowed his brow in confusion. Hair couldn't grow that fast.

Rachel opened her eyes she pulled away from him."St-stay away from me." She looked at France with eyes full of fear.

"Rachel, what is wrong?" France reached out, making Rachel whimper. Then he caught sight of his hand and realized just what the strange cramping had been. With a sudden spasm, the bones cricked, the muscles pulsated, and the skin stretched to accommodate a searing wave of growth. France's nails hardened and curled into claws. His palm and fingertips toughened into the dark likeness of pads. Shaggy blond fur swept over his enormous paw as it finished swelling and contorting.

France fought to ignore the tremendous pain beginning to wrack his entire body as he watched the transformation taking place. His other hand was beginning to expand and deform. His back strained. His chest bulged. He looked down to where the buttons of his designer shirt were forced from their stitching, allowing tufts of fur to come spilling out.

Rachel had long run away in fear.

He forced himself up, but immediately lost his balance. The rapidly-developing muscle of his upper body had made him extremely top-heavy. It didn't help when he managed to kick off his boots. His feet were already misshapen. He watched in horror as they, too, began to warp and elongate. He could feel and hear the bones shift and creak beneath the skin. His legs finally swelled and lengthened beneath his pants, straining the fabric and splitting the seams. A fluffy tail swung behind him as he arched his back and howled in total anguish. His ears stretched, and his nose and jaw pressed forward as gleaming fangs found their way into his mouth.

Much of the pain abated now. After coming out of a bout of shock, France used the bench to help balance himself. He forced himself to look at his reflection in the water. That was when it all made sense. He had been feeling particularly sick that day, and a number of odd occurrences had taken place beforehand.

Instead of France's good looks and yellow locks, the face of a monstrous wolf with glowing, sea-blue eyes stared back at him, the long, luxurious mop of fur on its head resembling France's hairstyle. He looked left and right and moved his paw, and the reflection mimicked him. He jumped back, understanding just what he had turned into.

"I'm not an animal!" His cries turned into howls, and he sat there howling at the moon.

"Well, looks like the show is over." England grinned and disappeared in a flash from behind the holly tree.

"Oh yes, I noticed his scent had changed at the world meeting that month. Thank goodness you changed him back. A werewolf stinks far worse than any wet dog." Romania wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Quit fooling around and give me my spell back!" England got impatient and jumped in the air, trying to grab the paper, but it flew out of reach again.

"I think I'm going to need one more thing from you," Romania said, eyes glowing full of hunger.

"Which is?"

"I need you to take a liter of blood each from those you intend to curse." The thought of finally being able to taste it and brag, sent shivers of excitement down Romania's spine.

"And why the bloody hell would I do that for you?" England questioned.

"You wouldn't want to go down in history like the Holy Roman Empire did?" Romania taunted him.

"No, and don't ever bring him up!"

"Make up your mind, England." A tiny tear appeared in the top of the page.

"You won't dare. You said it was precious to you as well." England frowned and locked eyes with Romania.

"I can easily put it back together, unlike you," he sneered. A breath-holding minute later, with the sheet only held together by a sliver of paper, England succumbed to Romania's pressure.

"I-I'll do it."

"Excellent." The rip sealed itself, and Romania let his levitation go. The page fluttered to the ground, allowing England to pick it up.

"Oh, and one more thing," Romania added. "If I don't get what I want in two full moons, I'll curse you. The stench will be worth seeing such agony on your face." He cut off a chunk of England's hair and disappeared in a puff of smoke. His laughter echoed off the walls. England gulped, but swiftly put aside the stress.

"Right, now what do I need?" He looked at the materials and did a mental checklist. "Chalk, yes, candles, I have enough, Wolf fur, got some, hair or hairs of intended victim or victims, that'll be hard," England thought. Then an idea popped into his head. "That's it, I'll have Italy do it for me. No one could be half as gullible." He took out his phone and began dialing him.

"Ciao, this is Italy," Italy said in his usual bouncy accent.

"Hello, it's England. I'm calling to say that I'm sorry about how I treated you," England apologized, words full of venom.

"Veh, it's ok. Germany said we need to have peaceful relations, so I'll forgive you!"

"Right, right. Good lad. Now listen, I need you to do a favor for me."

I wonder what England is planning... Find out in the next epic chapter!