Chapter I (Introduction)

Red and brown coloured leaves were carried away on the breath of the wind. The air was slightly cold, and little droplets already started falling down. Ominous clouds crawled their way over the London sky. Two bottle green eyes stared at the veins of the city, drawn with asphalt. They were mostly filled with cars, hurried passers-by, and chattering ladies. The papers on England's office screamed for her attention, and slowly she gave in.

She was bent over all kinds of documents, when a little creature flew over to her. It had short, curly, scarlet hair and two light blue, concerned eyes. The fairy sat down on her shoulder, causing England's attention to falter once again. She had a feeling she knew why one of her favourite fairies had decided to come over.

"Hey Blythe, what brought you here?"

The little fairy sighed, "Remember the little accident that happened a few weeks ago?"

England looked at the pen in her hand, knowing very well what 'little accident' the fairy was referring to. It had happened merely a week ago, when a spell had gone wrong. One of the fairies had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. The poor thing had lost her wings, which was terrible for these creatures. Of course England was blamed, for not being careful enough, or even for doing it on purpose.

She nodded slowly, "Yes, I do."

"I'm afraid the others are planning something," Blythe mumbled.

England knew they wouldn't accept her mistake like that. They were right that she should've been more careful, but she had apologized enough times. She had known them for a long time, but they hadn't been best friends all the time. Some fairies could be very vengeful.

"That's not very convenient. Do you have any idea of what they'll be doing?"

The fairy shrugged, "I'm afraid not. They refuse to tell me. I fear they have come up with a rather mean or even dangerous plan."

Of course they wouldn't tell Blythe. They knew well enough that she'd warn England.

"I'll be careful. Thanks, Blythe."

England took another paper and returned to her work. Blythe sighed softly, having a bad feeling about what the other fairies would come up with. The fairy left England alone again, hoping that nothing too awful would happen.

The darkness of the night slowly covered London. At about 10pm England decided she'd go to bed, knowing that tomorrow would be another troublesome day. Tomorrow was the last day of the conference, which took place in her capital. She tried to think of the day after the conference. She'd read a book, drink some tea, and not be bothered by America's loud remarks or France's groping.

The next day started like any other day. The meeting passed slowly but surely. Luckily it only lasted until 1pm, so they could leave before lunch. Some nations preferred to lunch together, but England didn't feel like hanging around others today. A little headache had been bothering her all morning. She sneaked away before anyone could ask her anything. Since she was already lingering through the streets of London, she decided she could get herself a nice meal somewhere. While strolling through the streets, a sudden sharp pain struck her. Her vision went black for a moment, and she grabbed her head. Her stomach turned, and she felt her legs starting to tremble dangerously underneath the weight of her body. She reached for the wall for support, but stumbled and nearly fell. She blinked, trying to clear her blurry view. She was in a little, empty street. Her legs gave in, and she fell on the ground. Her body shook heavily, and she had no idea what was going on. Everything went pitch black.

There goes the first little chapter. The other chapters will be longer and more intersting, I'll be updating every week, most likely during the weekend. If you have any comments, interesting cat-stories or ideas, feel free to write them in a comment; I'd love to hear them!

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