The Problem with North American Wizards
A/N: Hello my dear readers this is my first ever fanfiction! Don't let that dissuade you though because I've worked really hard on this and as of today I have a fantastic Editor who I'm sure will help make this story the best it can be. I encourage you guys to leave me reviews, good or bad. if you like what you read to favourite or follow this story. All feedback is welcome.
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Diclaimer: i don't own hetalia, though if i did that would be really awesome.
July 20th London
A tense atmosphere filled the London Home, where three young men were sitting in, on that cold and rainy summer afternoon. The absolute quiet, only being broken by the sound of rain, pattering against the windowsill.
The eldest of the men sat across from the others. His posture shifted as his deep green eyes flickered between the other two occupants in anxious anticipation, waiting for the reactions that were sure to come from them once they had comprehended the information that he had just given them.
A few more minutes passed in uncomfortable silence until one of the twins adjacent to him, the one named Alfred, spoke. "What?" he questioned.
The Englishman who had seen this coming sat up straighter, cleared his throat, and then repeated his previous statement, "As I said before, it has been brought to my attention that both you and you brother posses a substantial amount of magical energy. To put that in simpler terms, it means that you two," he paused taking a deep breath "are wizards."
Alfred looked at the Brit in shock and said in a nervous voice, as if trying to reassure himself, "Ha Ha, you must really be loosing it Iggy. Me and Mattie can't be wizards. There's... there's no such thing as magic."
After the American spoke, Arthur looked as though he was about to start yelling at him. But, deciding that being rash wouldn't help his situation, he restrained himself and merely sighed tiredly. "I expected you to think as such. But I assure you that magic is very real. And don't call me that!"
"Nuh uh," Alfred said shaking his head childishly "Th-That's impossible, magic can't be real."
England's patience was beginning to break. 'Stay Calm,' he told himself. 'Deep breaths.'
"Stop denying it America! How long is it going to take you to get it into that thick skull of yours that MAGIC EXISTS!," he said, now gritting his teeth in thinly veiled annoyance.
'I swear one more remark and-'
"ME STUBBORN! It's YOU who's going SENILE and refusing to admit it!" Alfred exclaimed stubbornly. He was now on his feet and shouting at his former caretaker.
'THAT'S IT!'
Just as a very pissed England was about to lose it, the other man in the room, Matthew, who had been silent up until that point, sensed the impending disaster and decided to speak up.
"A-Alfred" the soft spoken boy scolded quietly. "I understand where you're coming from, but don't you think we should at least let him finish his explanation?"
Alfred looked down at his twin who was griping the sleeve of his jacket, the boy's deep purple eyes looking up at him pleadingly.
"I-I..Fine" he grumbled, giving in "Let's say hypothetically that magic is real. Do you have any proof that me and Matt are these so called 'wizards'?"
Arthur glared at Alfred, still not liking his tone of voice. But, figuring it was the best that he was going to get at the moment, he replied,
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." he said as he grabbed the stack of papers that were sitting on the coffee table.
"What I have here are the results of a blood test that you both took in April. You see, I had suspected that two of you were wizards since the, er...bacon incident, so in addition to all of the standard tests, I also took samples to the Ministry of Magic for blood testing and the results came back positive. In fact, I have the medical papers right here"
The American swallowed, digesting the information, and stubbornly trying to cling on to the belief that "magic isn't real", he then said in a desperate tone of voice "H-how do we know that your not just pulling some kind of sick joke on us?"
England sighed once again. Getting fed up with Alfred, the Brit quickly pulled out his wand, (10 inch black thorn wand, surprisingly swishy, with a core of unicorn hair) pointed it at a glass vase that was on the coffee table, and, after muttering an incantation under his breath, he promptly levitated the vase a good 5ft above the piece of furniture.
Mouths hanging open, the twins Blanched at the sight, any doubts they had left disappearing instantly.
After yet another prolonged and awkward silence, Matthew spoke, surprising his brother and his former caretaker. "U-um" he stuttered, his nerves and the shock of the situation getting the better of him. "I-I certainly believe you now... but why is it important that we know this? Couldn't we have just gone on believing that we had no powers? I mean, it's worked out alright till now. hasn't it?"
"The reason is, Matthew" his caretaker said beginning a lecture, "you and Alfred need to learn to control your powers. You see, young witches and wizards tend cause situations or are able to do things that normal children can't do, such as being ten times as strong as a regular person, or turning transparent." He said gesturing toward the brothers. "And" he stated, "as the children grow the problem only becomes more powerful, dangerous, and harder to control. You two have been extremely lucky so far. Considering your ages, it's remarkable that you haven't caused any serious damage yet."
Alfred, who seemed to have finally found his words again, said in his louder than average voice, "So, we've gotta learn how to control our powers, right? Where the hell are we gonna learn all of this?!"
In reply, Arthur simply smirked and pulled two letters with loopy green handwriting from his coat pocket.
Well i hope the first chapter was to your guys liking i should be updating real soon. :)