Hi there, Kallifrey here. This is my first story since I have returned from my super long hiatus thing, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

Note: As this stays up, I may go back and edit previous chapters a bit, just to make things clearer as I continue. There shouldn't be any major plot changes, but I may go back and add detail or fix mistakes and such.

So with all of that! I hope I haven't dissuaded you from reading my story. Haha. I have no idea if you guys even read author notes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or any of the characters, no matter how much I wish I did.

Hetalia Characters in this Chapter:

Norway - (Seen)

Canada - Matthew Williams

England - (Seen)

America - (Mentioned as Alfred)

I apologize for any major OOC-ness of the Hetalia characters.


Never Mess With Dimensional Magic

Don't Enter Magic Portals, Even If You Made It


Magic, that's all she could think it was, and it made her very happy. Her friend said that it was just a power of the mind, something one always had. It just needs a little push to come out. Then again, her friend likes researching and trying brash unknown things, so who knows if what she says is true. Personally, she just couldn't stop staring at the glowing green orb she had somehow conjured up. Her friend had convinced her to try something different. Luka should have known better than to try anything she proposed. It was common knowledge not to take advice from Maggie, but the words had called to her. She'd always loved magic, anything to do with the idea of the supernatural was exciting, but of course she didn't show it. So when her Danish friend decided to call her up and have her recite a few words out of an incantation while trying to practice psychic abilities? Of course she'd take the offer, anything to try magic. The orb floated above the flat palm of her left hand. Moving slowly, as if she were afraid it would disappear, she moved her right hand over the ball and stared at it.

"See if you can make it bigger," Her friend proposed, managing to keep her voice mostly steady instead of bursting with excitement, large blue eyes shining with the energy instead.

"Now how would I manage that, Maggie?" She asked calmly, her tone almost monotone. She was known to keep her voice steady and show almost no emotion to anyone. Still staring at the orb, her friend, Maggie, instructed her.

"Stay staring at the orb, Luka, it helps improve your connection with it." Luka rolled her eyes, which were an unusual purple color, as if she was going to do anything else. "Cup your hands slightly, and pull them apart. Imagine the ball growing between them as you add power to it."

Shaking her head, she did as her friend had told her. Slowly the orb grew, flattening as it did so. Soon, black streaks appeared in the green, showing a vertical spinning motion. Curiously, Maggie stepped toward it, thinking. It looks kind of like a portal... I wonder if I could- She stuck her hand into the swirling mass that Luka had now let go of. It was free-standing, about the height of a human, and Maggie's hand didn't come out the other side. "That's so bizarre, Luka." She said, her voice hushed with awe. Then, giving her friend a bright white smile, she said, "I'm going in!"

"Maggie, no!" But it was too late, her friend disappeared into the glowing disk. The last thing to be seen of the loud girl being her messy blonde hair. As soon as she was gone the portal turned from green to purple. Having no choice now, Luka dashed in after her friend, not even caring to wonder why it had changed colors.

Stumbling out of the portal, she found herself in a wooden bedroom in what she assumed was probably a wooden house. Blue moonlight shown through the single window onto the bed where a man slept, alone, hidden under his covers, which appeared to be the design of the Norwegian flag. He looked peaceful, his appearingly soft, cream-colored hair seemed to glow in the light of the moon. No, this is wrong, Luka. You shouldn't be watching a man sleep. I don't care if he looks hot from this angle, you can hardly see his face anyway. Now move, figure out where Maggie went, and figure out how to get home.

Eventually she pulled herself away from the man, and turned back to where she'd come. The portal was gone. Ugh, now what? Not to mention Maggie isn't here. Figuring it would me smart to leave the room, Luka sneaked out silently, beginning to search all of the house. She searched every room, and thought it odd that there were four other bedrooms. What single young man needed five bedrooms? All of them had a different nordic theme. Looking into one she saw the familiar red and white cross flag that represented Denmark. It reminded her sadly of Maggie, the girl was extremely patriotic. She had been born in Denmark and had lived there for a good sixteen years. Maggie moved to Canada three years ago, making her nineteen, and proudly hung her home flag in her room. Luka had lived in Canada a year longer than her friend, having moved from Norway, and still hadn't met anyone. Acquaintanceship wasn't something she had either. Despite the short amount of time she'd known the girl, she still missed her. Her closest friend ever. The only person she'd been able to truly connect with was an obnoxious Danish girl, of course.

Snapping herself out of her phase, Luka continued to search the place, unconsciously messing with her straight, light blonde hair. In the end she ended up outside. One look at the scenery that surrounded her and she was left breathless. It was absolutely breath-taking. The front door led out to a path that headed into snow-covered woods. The forest came around the three sides of the house that she could see. Stepping out into the snow, Luka walked around the house. Upon seeing the fourth side of the house she froze in place, finding herself gazing upon a beautiful private beach. There was crystal-colored water that stretched as far at the eye could see, bits of ice mixed with rocky sand that was lightly kissed by the gentle waves. Walking along the beach she came across large boulders covered in layers of snow, a few stacked perfectly and looked like a naturally made snowman. The water rushed against the rocks harder here and the wind was harsher. Looking up, she saw more stars than she'd ever seen before. She could easily make out constellations and patterns in sky that she'd never seen before. That was when she started going numb. The overwhelming beauty had made her forget what she was wearing, only a simple purple t-shirt and jeans. In weather like this, it didn't do much good. With the numbness, the gravity of her situation hit her as if the moon had fallen out of the sky and into her mind. She was a long, long way from home, the season had seemingly changed from late summer to the middle of winter, and her best friend was gone. Luka was all alone, a feeling she hadn't felt since Maggie had found her. Collapsing to the ground where she had stood, she sobbed, unable to stop the flow of emotion. It was there she stayed until she drifted into a state of unconscious numbness.


The portal disappeared once Maggie stepped though it. She found herself standing in the middle of a black magic circle, from what she could tell. The candles had recently been put out and a shadowy figure stood at the edge of the circle, staring at her.

"Where am I?" She shouted without thinking. "And what am I doing in this circle?" The man just stared at her with wide green eyes, the color of the portal she had stepped through, full of surprise. Maybe he doesn't speak English..? "Salut. Où suis-"

He only started chanting in some unknown language. "Hej, hvad laver du?" He didn't stop. "Svar meg!" The circle started glowing.

"Return to where you came from!" He shouted in English, clearly with a British accent, his hood flying back to show straw colored-hair and huge eyebrows. Then Maggie was no longer in the dark room with the strange man.

This new room was much brighter. A younger man sat in front of her, clearly flustered. He had long hair for a guy, it came to just about his shoulders. It was a lighter shade of the color wheat and was slightly wavy. His eyes were violet and wary, scared of the girl's sudden presence. A golden curl fell in front of his face, so he blew it to the side.

"Ah-I-I'm sorry!" He suddenly said quietly.

She gave him a look. "Nothing to apologize for!"

"Uh, okay." His voice was still very quiet, almost a whisper, compared to Maggie's naturally brash voice it was dwarfed even more.

With a laugh Maggie asked, "So who are you?" As if she hadn't just appeared out of no where.

The man let out a distressed sigh and looked at the floor, "I-I'm C-" His eyes suddenly lit up, realizing that she really didn't know who he was, and that she could actually see him. "I-I'm Matthew...Matthew Williams."

"Well that was a quick change in tone~" Maggie teased. "I'm Maggie Køhler, and I have no idea where I am or how I got here. Well, I know how I got here but not how I got to the other house, or why!" She grinned a bright white smile, talking at a million miles an hour.

Matthew cracked a smile, "You remind me of my brother." That started Maggie on another paragraph of sentences.

"You have a brother? Really? I don't have a brother, I've always wanted one though! Even a sister would be nice. Can I meet your brother? Is he nearby? Is he here!? Oooh~ Where even is here?"

The boy couldn't help but smile a little wider, she surely did remind him of America. "Yes I have a brother. His name is Alfred. And you can't meet him. Well, if you stick around long enough, you might. He lives down in America, but he does like to come visit me from time-to-time. And currently, you are in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada."

"I'm still in Canada!? Wow, apparently portals don't send you very far. Well, I guess they kind of do since I live in British Columbia, so I'm halfway across the country, but still! The same country, wow. I wonder where I first showed up... The guy had a British accent, so maybe I was I England? That's cool, and makes sense how I'd end up back in Canada, but I wonder why here?" Maggie just couldn't stop talking could she?

The blond country stopped Maggie from saying anything else. "Wait, what? How would you have ended up in England? And who sent you back?"

Maggie then launched into her story, telling of how her friend had created a swirling green portal that had popped her into a dark basement with a man performing black magic. She continued right up to the moment where she appeared in Matthew's living room.

"What'd he look like?" Canada asked, unusually curious.

The girl explained how he had been dressed in a dark cloak and that she couldn't see him well. She did mention his green eyes and the strike of straw-colored hair and eyebrows though.

Matthew pondered quietly while Maggie did her best to stay quiet and not jump out of her chair. She wasn't known to sit down for very long. Finally she couldn't handle it anymore, causing her to jump out of her chair, startling the Canadian.

"I'm going to explore!" She shouted, and off she went.


And there was the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it. ^^;

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Translations: (I speak fluent English, have taken two years of French in school, and am learning very simple Norwegian. If any translations are wrong, please tell me!)

French: Salut. Où suis- - Hello. Where am-(I)?

Danish: Hej, hvad laver du? - Hey, what are you doing?

Norwegian: Svar meg! - Answer me!

Thanks for Reading! ~K