Smells like love~

Summary- England's latest spell to have everyone love his cooking has backfired.

Instead, for some reason, no one will leave him alone.

The spell ends on Valentine's Day, will he be able to survive until then?

England X ?

? X England

(You decide, Review or answer the poll on my profile, or both.)

(Because I don't know who participated in the poll. That means, you get two votes MAX)

~Edit- 4/25/11- voting is done. The characters with over 7 votes get an ending.

Disclaimer- Don't own Hetalia, or the actual land masses. That would be weird…

And impossible.

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Tba- hai, thought of this for valentines day.

England- why me? Why not France? He would love having everyone…*pause* it's a good thing you didn't…

Tba- right. And cause everyone loves England. Your one of the most popular characters.

THE most popular character in the first character poll (in JAPAN) (he dropped to second later, Japan beat him)

England- cough* I never knew I was so popular.. *cough* its rather... nice to be loved.

Tba- *hugs him* You're so cute. I have no idea why people think your eyebrows are a bad thing. I think they fit you.

England-…thank you?

Tba- now on with the story!

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Day one – (Feb) 10th

Around 4 in the afternoon…

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England walked to the middle of the circle he drew with chalk.

He wore his black cloak, and held a large leather bound book in his hands.

He chuckled eerily, 'this time. It will work this time.'

He looked around, checking the lit candles that were placed around the circle.

One small misstep could cause something horrible to happen, or the spell just wouldn't work.

He opened the book, flipping to a page with a deep red bookmark.

He let out a deep breath and looked over the words.

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Amare meum coctione. It was simple. Fall in love with my cooking.

There was no way he could possibly mess this up.

He took a deep breath and concentrated, pronouncing the words carefully.

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"Amare meum coctine." The circle turned a light shade of white.

"Amare meum coctione." The light grew brighter.

"Amare meum coctione" Just one more time...

"Amare me-"

"HEY ENGLAND!" America slamed the door to England's basement.

"You idiot-" was all England could say before the whole room flashed white, blinding both nations.

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America quickly backed out of the room and slammed the door, blinking spots out of his vision.

'why are all the dots different colors?' he thought as he saw red and green spots dancing in front of him.

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In the basement, the light had died down.

England rubbed his eyes, 'Stupid America, always interrupting me. Stupid git. Doesn't he know how to knock?'

He looked around the room, it looked the same, except that the candles were no longer lit.

'It seems fine. Maybe the spell worked?'

He took of his cloak and put it in a chest with his book.

He headed up the stairs and reached for the knob just as America flung it open.

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"Hey England sorry about that! Are you okay?" He said quickly.

England pushed him aside, "What are you doing here America?" England started walking to his kitchen.

America laughed and followed him, "I was gonna visit you, to remind you that we have a meeting tomorrow."

England sighed, "We're having meetings until the 13th. It starts tomorrow."

They entered the kitchen, England took his apron off the hook and tied it behind his back.

The words 'If you see no clothes under this apron, i must be drunk again!' were printed on the white apron. **

America decided not to ask why he had that, or who he got it from. England, wouldn't buy something like that... right?

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"Personally, I'm surprised you remembered."

America pouted, "what's that supposed to mean England?"

England easily ignored him and started taking things out of the fridge.

"Hey England, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm not hungry, so you don't have to cook or anything."

England flushed red, "w-why would I cook for you g-git? I-I was just hungry."

America let out a small 'hmm' and sat down at the round table in England's kitchen.

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England started to crack eggs into a bowl.

"That reminds me, I found this in your mailbox."

America took out a envelope from his jacket.

England quickly rushed over and snatched it, "why are you looking through my mailbox?"

America smiled, "because that's where you put the spare key!"

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England turned around, putting the envelope on the counter he poured some oil and turned on the stove.

'Not to self, put spare key in a less obvious hiding place. Like, under a rock...'

England poured the eggs into the pan and took the envelope from the counter.

'That's strange, there's no return address.'

He opened the envelope and took a small red card out.

The card was decorated with small paper hearts.

To Arthur Kirkland,

You are the one

the one that I love

I am afraid that

I cannot tell you

Who i am yet but you

will find out very soon.

Your secret admirer.

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England leaned against the counter, reading over the card.

Secret admirer? How cliche, was it because Valentines' was in a few days?

England let out a sigh, its probably a joke from France or something. Then again, it also could be from someone who liked him.

But that's not possible…well, its possible, but who would do such a thing?

"-land. ENGLAND!" America's hand landed on his shoulder.

England's head snapped up, almost hitting America, "w-what?"

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America stepped back and pointed to the pan, "your eggs are burning."

England quickly took a plate out and turned the flame off, a bit relieved that the eggs were only a little bit black (and crusty…)

He scooped the eggs onto the plate, took a fork and sat down at the table, across from America.

America stared at him England stared back.

An awkward silence ensued.

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"I'm not eating it." America said deadpanning.

England turned his head to the side, "Its not for you, although you should get some protein in your diet, considering all you eat are those disgusting hamburgers."*

Alfred let out a huff, "fine I'll eat them, but they probably taste nasty."

America took the plate from England and poked at the 'eggs' with the fork.

"Well go on then!" England said.

America poked the egg in the middle and took a bite.

"It's horrible." He said getting up to get something to wash the eggs down.

England sighed, 'so it didn't work. So what was that bright light about? '

While England was distracted, America discretely threw the rest of the eggs in the trash and put the plate in the sink.

"So England…" America sat down in his seat.

England glanced at him, "What?"

"Are you wearing perfume or something?"

England raised an eyebrow, "No…and it's called cologne,."

"Are you sure? Because I think I smell vanilla…"

"Yes America, I'm sure I'm not wearing any cologne."

America looked down, 'then where is that smell coming from?"

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America looked up at England again, "Do you smell donuts?"

"Huh?"

"Oh… never mind."

What was wrong with America today? He never put on cologne, even though he did own a bottle, courtesy of France.

More importantly, why would England have doughnuts in his house?

"Are you sure you're not wearing any perfume?"

"Its cologne and no I am not!"

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England quickly got up and walked to the living room, grabbing a random book from a shelf, he sat down in a red armchair to read.

America walked behind the chair and leaned over to read the book England had in his hands.

England flushed lightly, but tried to ignore him.

"Where are we?" Sophie asked finally, unaware that she had spoken the thought aloud.

"California?" Josh said softly, but in a voice that suggested he didn't quite believe what he was saying.

England tried to move the book away, America leaned closer, trying to read.

"After all we've seen today?" Sophie asked. "I don't think so. We're inside a…

America took a deep breath, England smelled really nice today….

America leaned closer, he was too close to England, too close...

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England quickly stood up, "what are you doing you idiot?"

America straightened and smiled, "Reading."

England growled, "Look here America, I don't know what is going on, but I'll have you know I will not fall for any of your tricks! Did France put you up to this or something? He is isn't he? If he is, you can tell him to go straight to-"

A loud annoying ring tone interrupted him.

(THE DEFAULT T-MOBILE RING TONE!)

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America took his cell phone from his jacket and opened it, "What's up prez?"

America was talking to the president of his country. Why did he give such an important person such a stupid ring tone?

England turned around, trying to read his book, catching snippets of the conversation.

"G8…. Know… Boring… doughnuts… chocolate…Valentines Day…"

England rolled his eyes, 'I doubt America is giving the president advice on what to do for his wife on Valentines Day.'

"No… ring… jewelry, she'd like… really? Well maybe… I don't know... that's…"

England sighed, he really was asking for advice. The poor man, England thought, I hope he doesn't actually try the ideas that America tells him.

England put the book back on the shelf, no point in reading it now.

"Right! Dinner…. Lunch?... Oh right time difference… maybe... Hey England!"

England turned to him, "yes?"

"What do girls like?"

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"Um... flowers, jewelry, and cute things I suppose. Why?"

"Thanks a lot dude!" America started talking on his phone again.

"What England said… huh? Party? A formal party? Geez all you people are so stuffy. You know I was just joking prez. …"

The president said something that made America gulp.

"What paper work? Hidden in the cabinet? No… I didn't… c-closet? No I... come back right now? But prez! …. Fine!" America closed the phone, "Sorry England, I have to go finish paper work."

He waved to England and looked in the closet by the door for his coat. He mumbled something about 'better hiding places' and left.

England sighed, well that was strange.

A/n

Sorry to cut off there, but I have no idea what England does after America leaves.

Use your imagination, because, honestly, I don't know…

*Tba- I'M SORRY! I LOVE YOU HAMBURGERS! FORGIVE ME! T-T

** Yes, there is an apron like that. I looked it up. France gave it to him, because England's tend to get covered in stains often.

- The story is, "The Alchemist" by Michael Scott. I'm currently reading it. Its awesome! Michael Scott is an Irish author. No, I am not advertising.

- That ring tone… it caused me much… much... pain… Just thinking about it gets me nervous. *shiver*

Seriously, never use that as your alarm. Please don't… DO NOT DO IT!

- About the scents that America smells, apparently those are scents that attract men.

I am not sure about some of them, so I just picked the ones I think would work.

Like vanilla, it does smell nice…Doughnuts …. Why? Oh, you will figure it out later.

Tba- wonder who's the admirer.

England-…..

Tba- you people can choose of course. Oh by the way, the spell takes about 24 hours to start. This is why America isn't acting strange.

And England could like America-

England- I DO NOT LIKE AMERICA!

Tba-… or he could not. You can just interpret this as embarrassment if you want. Can't find a good reason? Here's one! America is saying that England is cooking for him, and that he doesn't need to. Which is embarrassing because England just wants to find out if the spell worked or not, and America is getting the wrong everybody feels uncomfortable, if you have someone practically breathing down your neck while you're trying to read right?

Or... maybe its just me?

In Latin, my is meum.

Me is… me.

England wasn't able to finish his spell because of America.

So his spell ended up as

Fall in love with my cooking

Fall in love with my cooking

Fall in love with my cooking

Fall in love with me-

YOU IDIOT!

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Yes, the 'you idiot' counts, why? Because I said so.

And because it works.

(Fall in love with me you idiot!) As all people are idiots, admit it, the spell applies to everyone.

(However, because England is a… human? Nation? Are nations' different species? (Probably...) My point is, other nations are attracted to him.

The spell caused him to appear very attractive to others. Pheromones and stuff. (but then again, England is already really attractive. *wink*wink*)

You know, we're attracted because of instinct, unconsciously of course. And yes, I will make EVERY NATION he meets feel somewhat attracted to him. Their behavior differs because of their personalities.

Like, I'm not going to have Sealand or Latvia propose to him. Cause that would be weird…

So I'll try to keep them in character. (Try being the magic word.) If you people have some ideas feel free to tell me. If you don't, then I won't know right? I can't read minds.

Nations I have no idea what they're going to do-

Netherlands ( I might not put him in….)

Denmark (might not put him in..)

Poland

S. Italy/ Romano

Hong Kong (then again, I might not put him in it..)

Japan

Lithuania

Turkey

Greece

Latvia

I already have ideas for-

America

France

Canada

Russia

China

Prussia

Germany

Italy/ Veneziano

Sealand

Spain

Belarus

Ukraine

Hungary

Austria

Sweden

Finland

Iceland

Norway

Switzerland

Lichtenstein

(However, they (the ideas) are… sketchy. Feel free to tell me what you think.)

Oh well, review.