(User is Arthur Kirkland / England)

Arthur sat on the cold wooden floor, surrounded by scattered spellbooks, half-melted candles, and strange ritual markings drawn carelessly around him. The room was kept completely dark, the only light coming from the flickering candle flames — purely for dramatic effect, of course.

The house was quiet for once. Ivan was away, either visiting neighboring nations who were still slightly terrified of him, or stuck attending endless meetings.

Which meant Arthur finally had time to test one of the rituals he had been dying to try.

With a proud grin, Arthur carefully recited the spell, fully convinced he had done everything correctly.

...

It went horribly wrong.

Nobody got hurt. Ivan was perfectly fine. Unfortunately, Arthur was not.

Not physically, anyway.

Four hours later, evening had already settled in by the time Ivan returned home, carrying his usual soft, bittersweet smile.