AN- The other day, the image of Italy transforming into a Magical Girl-type warrior popped into my head, and I haven't been able to get it out ever since. I'm sure someone's done something like this before, but I think it sounds like a fun thing to write, so I turned it into a story.
Just some notes about this story. It may sound cute, but I'm rather terrible at writing anything happy. So brace yourself for "fun". And by fun, I mean suffering. Also, there are like, five or six truly "main" characters, and a multitude of less main ones. Some of them should be painfully obvious, but others will seem to be almost randomly chosen. I assure you there's a method to the madness, but don't be shocked if someone you didn't expect to see takes a major role. Also, there are pairings, but that's expected. This is Hetalia, after all.
Also, I'd like to mention I consulted another Hetalia fan I know on a few of the major plot points, just so I could get a test reaction to them. And a few of my reviewers, specifically briana-schmidt1 (gave me a few tips) and Amethystfairy1 (gave me a suggestion that helped with a subplot down the line) have helped me out a bit as well. I do not own anything but my own ideas, thank you, and enjoy. -Twilight Joltik
Magitalia
Prologue- Red Water
...Something was wrong, wasn't it?
This odd place he was lying down in, the one filled with red water and hardly any light at all, he wasn't supposed to be here, right?
Italy wasn't even sure how long he'd been there, or how he'd gotten there in the first place. He wasn't scared, though. Germany and Japan were with him, so everything would be fine.
He glanced to his left. His friend's black hair still fluttered oddly in the water, seemingly not wet from all the time they'd been lying in the pool of red. Japan's eyes were closed, as if he were sleeping, but he somewhat doubted that was the case. His eyes could easily be playing tricks on him, but it looked like he could see the water through Japan's body.
To his right was Germany, who was staring up at the blackness above them. Other than the occasional blink, he didn't think he'd seen the blond close his eyes at all in all the time they'd been there.
Italy stared up at the sky again. There were no stars, no moon, no sun; no light at all, really. The water was the only thing that glowed, and that light seemed less bright than it once was.
Glancing over again, he found he could no longer see Japan. Whether the blackness had swallowed him or he'd simply vanished, he couldn't tell. Somehow, he knew he shouldn't be scared, but he felt something burning at his eyes.
As he stared at the empty void where his friend once laid, he felt someone grab his hand.
"Everything will be fine," a hoarse voice he only barely recognized as Germany's assured him. "We'll meet again. You know that, right?"
"R-right...", choked out his own voice, faint and raspy from such a long period of disuse. He knew he should know what that meant, he found himself struggling to remember it. His head was starting to feel light, like he was falling asleep.
A small sigh came from beside him. "I'll- we'll do better next time, I promise. We won't mess up, we'll save everyone."
He couldn't find the words to say anything. He didn't even know what he was saying anymore. Even turning his head to face the one saying them felt to be too much, and the blond man lying next to him barely looked familiar.
Still, that man's cold blue eyes met his own, and he faintly whispered "We'll meet again soon, I promise," voice tinged with fear.
He looked at his hand, still clasped tightly in that man's. It was faint; he could see the red pool beneath them more clearly than he could the outline of his own flesh. He was fading too, it seemed, but he was far too sleepy to worry about it.
His eyelids fluttered shut, and before he drifted off, he was sure he heard a voice saying something to him, but it was too far away to make out what it was.
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Feliciano's eyes shot open. His room was still pitch-black, and glancing over at his alarm clock, he could clearly see it was four-something in the morning. Still plenty of time to sleep, it seemed.
Closing his eyes once more, he tried to remember that dream he'd been having. Something about water… And Ludwig and Kiku were there too, right?
Sleep was pulling him back in, and he couldn't remember the details for the life of him. Just some dream. They were always weird, and he'd forgotten a million of them before, so he didn't really try to think on it any more.
AN- The prologue is short, I know, and all will be explained in due time. I'm going to have to get used to typing Feliciano instead of Italy, though, as is the case with Kiku and Ludwig. They just don't sound quite right to me, and I've had to make a cheat sheet to remember all the human names. So, thank you for reading! -Twilight Joltik
...Also, thanks to briana-schmidt1 for suggesting the name Magitalia. I quite like it, given that it is a combination of words just like Hetalia. It's Magia, the Italian word for magic, plus Italia. This is important, as any who have seen Madoka Magica will understand.