He took a deep inhale through his nose and closed his eyes. The boulder in front of them began to shake and slowly began to move. England was using all of his concentration, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut. He had already used so much magic today.

The rock continued to roll but it took England a few minutes to get it out of the way enough for them to pass through to the other side of it. When he was done, he leaned heavily on Prussia, panting softly.

He hated not being home, hated not having his full strength. Something like this would have been done easily back in their world, he wouldn't have broken a sweat. But now? England felt drained.