Prologue

He was hoping it would work.

He wasn't counting on it, but he hoped it would. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? Everyone hating him? Not like it hadn't happened before.

Except now, he had someone to lose if the spell failed and everyone hated him.

Sighing, he began muttering a few words of caution before pointing his wand and yelling, "Retexamus tempus!"

It was then that he realized three things.

One, he was pointing at a mirror. Spells typically didn't work on mirrors. They tended to bounce off and hit the user.

Two, he'd pronounced it wrong. It might or might not make a big difference. Oh well.

And three?

The person he was afraid to lose had just rung the doorbell.

Then his vision started blurring. He fought to stay awake so he could see her again. His eyelids felt like lead and slowly began closing. He guessed that he'd be reversed by the time she got to him.

"... England? Are you - ENGLAND! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?"

"... Come here..." He whispered, groping around the air. He eventually found her head and pulled her face close. "I'm not completely sure what I did, but..."

All of the colors mixed. He was probably going to lose her soon.

"... England... don't die. Please don't die. Don't act like you're going to die. Please."

"I'm sorry, love..."

And then the world went black.

~The Ceiling of Triple Tilde~

Ohai. I see you've started reading this and managed to make it this far?

Short prologue, I know. I'm sorry. I'll try making it up to you, okay?

And I wonder who the mystery girl is (this pairing is probably how you got here, anyway). She's rather... out of character at the moment... But I don't think there's a strip where she panics, so who knows.