Chapter One: London

Arthur Kirkland, the personification of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, or simply just England, was not having a good day. The magic book he had ordered specifically for him, Norway and Romania had been given away to someone else! And to make matters worse, there was a world meeting at America's place tomorrow. That was the last person, other than France, that England wanted to see.

Admist his anger, England hadn't been paying attention. A figure collided with his own.

"Watch where you're going, you twat!" The Brit spat at the person.

"Well excuse me!" A feminine voice said, equally angry as him. England snapped up to see a young girl, about no more than sixteen, on the pavement. She had straight, long black hair with lone purple and pink streaks. Her skin was pale, as if she hadn't seen much sunlight, and her eyes were like that of Finland. She wore a pink button up shirt with a long sleeve purple sweater over it. She had a pink pleated skirt that went a little above her knees and purple knee socks. Black flats held themselves to her feet and her black hair was held back with a golden headband, with a gold six point star on it. A suticase lay by her feet. The girl reminded England of Japan. Angrily, the girl picked up her suitcase.

"Well, I'm sorry!" She spat at him. "I'm sorry that I'm lost in some stupid city I don't even know because some jerk didn't pick me up at the airport!"

"Well that bloody doesn't have anything to do with me!" England yelled at the girl. "You're not the only one whose day is a piece of-" The girl rapped him on the head.

"Please don't swear." Hopefully this girl never met Romano. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. Could you please tell me where I could find a man by the name of Arthur Kirkland? That jerk was the one who was supposed to pick me up." Bloody hell. England knew he forgot something. The Brit pulled himself to his feet.

"I'm Arthur Kirkland." The girl sighed.

"I never thought that my chaperone here would be so rude." The girl said.

"What are you talking about?! I was only supposed to-"

"Excuse me, Mr. Kirkland, but I must disagree with you. I'm here on important business from my teacher and the queen of my country. And if I remember correctly she told me that you were to make sure I was kept safe." England almost burst out laughing.

"Who do think you are?" England almost laughed. "The Queen of England?"

"No. I am Prin-I mean Twyla. I was sent here on an important mission that could hold the fate of the world." England blinked. Who on earth would send a sixteen year old girl on a mission to save the world?! Then again...he was England.

"Yeah, right." Arthur muttered to himself. "Look, just follow me and I'll take you back to my home."

"Thank you."

Twilight had never met someone as rude as Arthur Kirkland. Why had Princess Celestia paired her up with him of all people?! Then again-she did say that no one was to know her true identity, henceforth why she had to use a fake name, had to take away her wings and change her indigo hair. Twilight had also tried to change the streaks too, but they wouldn't change.

But how would she describe Arthur Kirkland? His blonde hair was a mess, his green eyes held something secret, and his eyebrows were abnormally large. Not to mention he was downright rude.

"We're here." The Brit told the girl. Twilight snapped out of her trance and looked at the door. It was painted white with a large number six on it. Arthur opened the door and Twilight stepped inside.

The house was neat and organised, but pictures of Arthur and many other men surrounded the place. Twilight's violet eyes fell on a single one. Even though it was in black and white, Twilight could tell that Arthur was defiantly in the picture. He was in a military uniform, and was bandaged. But he was smiling. Four other men surrounded the Brit. They were all wearing military uniforms and smiling as well. Her pale hands picked it up.

"You were in the military?" The princess asked curiously. Arthur turned towards her. He saw the picture in her hands and took it from her.

"Yes I was." The man answered. "A long time ago." Arthur placed the photo back on it's shelf. "The guest room is down the hall and to the left. Please don't touch anything. Now if you excuse me, I have to get started on dinner." Arthur left Twilight alone. The girl's mind began to race. Why had he taken the picture from her so suddenly? Violet eyes looked at the black and white photo again before they headed off towards the guest room.

The door to Twilight's room was dark brown, with several scratches in the wood. The room itself caught Twilight by surprise. The floor were hardwood and the walls were a cream color. In the middle was a queen sized bed with dark green bedding. An Union Jack hung above it. On the left was a dresser with a large mirror hanging over it. To the right was a simple desk with a single lamp on it. The faint scent of hamburgers and roses reached Twilight's nose. She sighed and threw her suticase on the bed. Her fingers flicked it open and her hands took out a single photograph. Depicted was her, the Mane Six and Spike, unnatural parts and all. The image was captured shortly after Twilight's coronation. A faint smile lit up the girl's face as she placed the picture on the desk.

Meanwhile, the food England had prepared was finished-and burnt. Smoke fumes clouded his face and Britain began to cough, one of his hands pulling out the tray and the other searching for the window. A pair of soft, feminine hands guided it to the windowsill, where the three hands pried it open. The smoke cleared and England saw Twyla standing over him.

"What is that?" She said, gesturing to the black mess on the tray England was holding.

"Dinner." The Brit answered. Twyla stared at it, as if her eyes were asking if she seriously had to eat it. England opened his mouth to speak, but the phone in the other room rang. He groaned and went to answer it, leaving the food and the foreign girl alone.

"HEY IGGY, DUDE!" America's voice rang out as soon as England put the receiver to his ear.

"America!" England snapped back. "I'm very busy right now! I hope you have a good reason for calling me!"

"Huh?" England heard another voice on America's end. "Oh yeah! Thanks for telling me! Hey Iggy! The meeting's rescheduled for next week and not tomorrow!"

"What?! Why are you changing the date so suddenly!?"

"Cause my boss gave me some important job to do and I have to-" The same voice cut off America again.

"America, who is that?" England asked.

"Just some girl. Ow! Hey! I didn't mean it like that!" The girl's voice began to argue with America before the line went dead. England stood there for a moment. That was strange, even for America. He shook his head and hung up.

As soon as Arthur exited the room, Twilight looked at the burning mess he called "dinner". She stuck out her tongue in disgust. She glanced at the door. Arthur was still talking with someone over the phone. Her face lit up. Twilight streched out her fingers.

"Correct this mess!" She chanted. Her hands lit up a magenta color as the spell was cast. The burnt mess shifted into what Twilight pictured as edible. A laugh crossed her mouth. Twilight could already picture Arthur's face when he saw the food!

As if on cue, Arthur entered the room, muttering something about "America" and "World Meeting". His jaw dropped when he saw the food next to Twilight.

"What-?" He stuttered "How-?"

"I guess it was just magic or something." Twilight smiled. Arthur raised an eyebrow and looked the girl over. His emerald green eyes landed on the meal. He sighed.

"Whatever. Let's just eat." Twilight laughed. Arthur may have been rude, but she did have to admit that he was quite easy to decive. Hopefully, the others were having better luck than she was.