Hi! This is one of my first fics and I guess I'll see if anyone likes it. If I get enough reviews or follows then I'll try to update regularly. I will look at requests and possibly try to work in ideas or plots and if I use yours I will give you credit. If you have any questions then please PM me or ask in your review. With that said, happy reading and enjoy!

Warnings: Maybe the most minor of language… just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just my ideas.

Texting or writing

Romania's thoughts

"Speaking aloud"

Boredom Gone Silent

"Urg… There's nothing to do!" Romania griped as he was lazing about in his living room. "I have this nice week-long break from work but I'm the only one!"

He lounged on his couch. He enjoyed being able to relax but he was now bored. He had caught up on chores. Romania had read some books that he'd missed and had slept in as much as he could. He'd even watched some movies, but it wasn't the same without his friends. His week was almost up but he hadn't gotten is see anyone that he actually wanted to see. Out of curiosity, Romania flicked through the contacts on his phone to see if anyone might be free to meet up.

"Work numbers, Bulgaria is busy. He asked me not to call him this week. England said he might be free so I can try him. Work numbers… Hungary will whack me with her freaking frying pan if I try and call her. Norway told me he wasn't free. More work numbers. Oh! Prussia might be free. I don't know if he already made plans or if his brother made him do something this week. It's still worth a shot!" Romania set about calling his two friends.

The phone rang three times before it was answered. "Hello?"

"Hey England!" said Romania exuberantly.

"Hello Romania, did you need something?" England asked.

"I was wondering if you did manage to get that break for the weekend. I was looking forward to seeing someone outside of world meetings!"

"Oh! I'm sorry Romania. I may not get to take a break. My boss gave me more work than I expected. You may have to amuse yourself this time." Romania's face fell.

"Ah. Well I guess it can't be helped."

"Are you alright Romania?" England asked. He wondered what got his friend sounding so upset. "Don't worry. We'll get to meet up before too long. I'm sure we can work in a weekend soon."

Romania smiled a bit. England must actually be worried.

"It's no big deal." He said. "I'll call if anything important happens."

"If you're sure… I have to go Romania. I'll talk to you again soon. Goodbye."

"Bye." England hung up.

Romania took a deep breath and tried dialing Prussia's number. The phone rang and rang until the automated voice at the end was asking him to leave a message for "Ze Awesome Prussia" after the beep. Romania just hung up before the voice could finish its instructions. He flopped back onto the couch.

Looks like no one has any free time. Guess I'll have to entertain myself. Romania glanced around. A grin slowly spread across his lips. I haven't done any magic for a while ~

Romania raced up the stairs to the attic where he kept his magic supplies. He entered the spacious room and glanced about. He had cleaned up here earlier so all the books were back on their shelves and the tables were clean. He scanned the spines of the tomes in the bookcases that were scattered on three walls of the room. He didn't feel like practicing any spells right now. And the few he did requires two or three people to work. He moved onto the jars, bottles and boxes of potion ingredients. These were on shelves and tables that lined the walls where book cases did not, including the whole back wall of the room.

Now here was some possibility. He didn't feel like mixing a potion he knew. But why spend forever on a mastered one when he could experiment? It could be a blast to just mix a few ingredients in a boiling cauldron. The grin widened on Romania's face.

He quickly set up a cauldron of water to boil in the center of the room and picked a handful of ingredients almost at random. Once the water began to boil he tossed them in, barely keeping track of the order. The bubbling water changed color from a light blue to green to bright yellow rapidly. It faded to a golden color as Romania stirred. The fumes weren't too bad; they even smelled kind of pleasant. The he made the mistake of throwing in the final ingredient.

The water turned an angry red and the fumes became harsh. Romania stepped back, coughing, and reached for the bucket of water he kept handy to douse the flames under the cauldron. But before he could grab it everything went wrong. The cauldron let out a large plume of red, acrid smoke and a bit of a shockwave. Romania stumbled and fell. He felt the magic and smoke roll over him with the wave. He stumbled to his feet with the bucket of water and managed to put out the flames under the newly blackened cauldron. Once that was done he sank to the ground with a thud and let the empty bucket roll away.

Not my best idea. "…" A confused look came over Romania's face. What?! I just tried to say 'Note to self: Don't mix sage into that concoction.' Why didn't it come out?

"…" Oh no! Romania's confusion morphed into panic. Why can't I speak?!

"…" He tried to speak again. His mouth was moving and so was the air necessary to speak, there was just no sound coming out. Okay, okay, stop panicking. There must be a rea- Romania stared at the cauldron. That potion did it. Great. Now what do I do? I'm gonna need help... I know! I'll call England!

Romania pulled his phone out of his pocket. He dialed his friend's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

"…" Oh no. Romania would have groaned if he could as he realized his mistake.

"Hello? Romania? Are you there mate?" England asked.

"…" He tried to speak, to make any sound at all. It didn't work.

"I guess it's a bad connection. Look, I'm going to hang up now. Try again in a little bit or text me if you really need something. Goodbye now." England hung up.

"…" Romania flushed at his own stupidity. He couldn't speak, why the heck would calling someone work?! Now what do I do? I guess I'll have to text him.

Romania: Please come over here ASAP! I was messing around in my attic and managed to lose my voice. Help?

There. Message sent. I wonder how long it'll take him to resp-

England: What?! Is that why you didn't speak during the phone call? Wait… you tried to call someone when you couldn't bloody speak?

Romania: Hey! I panicked! Can you help?

England: *sigh* Fine. I should be able to get over there by this evening. Is your voice the only thing wrong?

Romania: Yeah. That's it. And thank you!

England: Goodbye.

Romania waited for England. He set up a guest room, cleaned up the attic again and got groceries in the meantime. He also set aside the ingredients he had used in the potion and a list of the order he had added them. Though, he made sure to set the sage a little away from the rest.

When six pm rolled around Romania went to the airport to pick up England. He had checked his phone every hour or so until he had seen the text with the time of arrival. When he arrived England was outside with a small bag waiting to hop in Romania's car. He threw the bag in the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Are you alright?" England asked as soon as he was belted in. Romania just nodded and smiled. I wish I could give a better answer. England seemed to understand and just returned the smile. They rode quietly for the remainder of the drive. Luckily we've gotten used to silence or this would be awkward.

Upon arrival at the house Romania dropped England and his bag off in the guest room before going in search of something to help him communicate. He couldn't keep using his phone or he'd use all his minutes. Walking around the first floor of his house yielded nothing of use until he came across a pad of paper and pencil he normally wrote grocery lists on. Perfect! Romania's face split into a wide grin as he grabbed the paper and pencil and left to find England again.

He stopped at the guest room door and knocked before entering. I would usually just ask if I could come in but at least a knock is a universal question.

"Come in." England called.

Romania entered to find England cleaned up after his flight.

"There you are. Normally I could hear you coming since you would be calling for me. It's a little strange to only hear footsteps." England said.

Romania scribbled something.

So what if I call out when I'm trying to find you? I KNOW I'm not the loudest person you hang around!

He handed England the paper. England just cocked an eyebrow.

"You are not the loudest but you do talk to yourself sometimes and you rarely just knock on the door. Anyways, what happened to your voice?"

Romania wrote more slowly.

I… kinda… was experimenting with a potion by adding some random ingredients.

He refused to meet England's eyes as he handed over the paper. He winced when his friend spoke.

"You did what?! Cor blimey! No wonder something bad happened! I thought you would have been more careful with experimental potions! Remember the doppelganger incident?" England fumed.

Romania went red in the face and scribbled furiously.

Hey! First of all, I was careful! I took care to have all the basic safety measures in place. Secondly, I thought we promised to never bring that up again!

England barely glanced at the note before crumpling it up and speaking.

"Yes, yes I know we said we wouldn't talk about that but this is a serious problem! I'll stop bringing up old mistakes when you learn from them. If we tell Norway about this you do know he's going to be thoroughly ticked off right? After all, he had the worst time with the last accident."

Romania blanched for a second before grabbing England's arm and shaking his head back and forth. England looked a bit perplexed by the sudden action.

"What's wrong? Oh. You don't want me to tell Norway, is that it?" he asked.

Romania nodded and looked began writing on the pad again.

Please don't! I was careful but next time I'll tell someone I intend to experiment. Can you just please just help me fix this?

England read the note before looking back at his friend.

"Alright. Can you show me what you used? If we can figure this out ourselves then I won't tell Norway. Sound good?" He asked.

Romania nodded and moved to grab England's hand and lead him to the attic. England just grinned.

"What's up with this? I know the way to your attic."

Romania just shot him a half-hearted glare. I won't EVER tell him. But I want to make sure he's by me because I know he can help me with this. I'm just glad he hasn't outright laughed at me. Goodness knows my own reaction would have been to laugh first and help later. His was to yell at me. Now he's just trying to distract me so that I don't feel bad. I'll have to thank him when I have my voice back.

On their way to the attic England decided to ask his friend something. "Romania, you have heard of Murphy's law right?

Romania just gave him a strange look before stopping to write on the pad so he wouldn't run into a wall.

Yeah, of course. Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

His eyes widened in realization as he was showing the paper to England. He scowled, crumpled up the paper, and threw it at his friend before storming off for the attic. England just chuckled and followed. They entered the attic and Romania led England over the ingredients he had set aside on a table.

"This is all of it?" England asked as he looked at the small gathering of items. Romania nodded.

"Did you say any kind of incantation?" Romania shook his head no. England mumbled to himself as he looked over the ingredients again and the list that accompanied them. He eventually turned to his friend.

"Well, this isn't like any potion I've mixed before." England began. "But it is simple and you didn't add any incantations, so it should go away on its own." Romania's face lit up. He grabbed the pad and scrawled a fast message.

So we're looking at 1 to 3 days?

England glanced at the paper he was handed.

"Looks like it. I arranged to stay for two days. If we're lucky your voice will return before I have to leave." Romania grinned and nodded. England placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Come on. Everything should work itself out so let's enjoy ourselves. Why don't we make some dinner? I can make scones for dessert~" Romania's face froze in its smile. Oh man! How am I going to talk him out of this one?

-Almost exactly two days later -

England had been reading one of Romania's many books and had gotten up to stretch and make himself more tea. He barely got one step in the direction of the kitchen before he heard a loud whooping yell and was suddenly tackled from one side. How he stayed on his feet he'd never know. Romania was clinging to him and… laughing. England's face morphed from shock into a smile.

"Romania! Your voice!"

"Yeah! I got it back a few minutes ago. Looks like that potion works only lasts about two days." England shifted a bit.

"Erm, not to be rude old chap… but would you mind letting me go?" Romania flushed and stepped back.

"Sorry about that. I was just so happy and I actually wanted to thank you."

"What for? It wasn't really any trouble. And I'm glad you're alright." Said England. Romania just laughed.

"Still. Thanks for staying with me. And, you know, for not telling Norway. After last time was so awful for him he has every right to freak out. He's just scary when he's mad."

"You're welcome. Though, can I ask you for a favor?" England glanced sideways at Romania.

"Sure, what?" He was a little afraid of what the Englishman might have in mind.

"Write down that recipe for your potion, if you don't mind. I have a feeling that a 48 hour silencing potion might be useful for keeping a few particularly loud nations quiet at some point." Both countries just grinned at each other.

"Definitely." Oh, this could be so much fun.

That's all I've got for now. I may be using that potion on someone later if I find a good reason.

The doppelganger incident is my own idea and it may show up or get an explanation later.

Thank you to my lovely beta Demoiselle Rouge for helping me get this drabble ready.

Please R&R. TTFN!