Hello! Huggybuggy11 here! So, this is sort of a side story, and not really my main focus right now.. I'm working on my other story, 'Clue' and this is just when i'm not going to update much… To keep y'alls entertained and happy! Reviews are totally accepted, (and wanted!) Thanks! Hetalia and Harry Potter don't belong to me.
"We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already."
-J.K. Rowling
Arthur Kirkland sat in his room watching 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'. The blond boy fixed his glasses and stared at the TV screen. He loved Harry Potter a lot, like most Potterheads, and would watch every movie when it came out. He loved magical creatures, dragons, witches, spell casting, everything he saw in Harry Potter. The world J.K. Rowling created was peculiar and otherworldly. If he ever got to meet her in person, which would never, ever happen, but if it did, he wouldn't have enough words to explain to her what it meant to him. He wouldn't have enough words to explain how wonderfully she made the book, and how the plots were so obscure, but once she revealed them, it made Arthur feel so stupid for not knowing it all along. But that always made him want to read it more. The more and more plot twists she threw in, the more interested he became.
Arthur, was smart, got good grades, and read quite a lot, but truthfully, he did not know as much about the world as other people his age. It upset him, because others had experienced so many cool, and fascinating things, but he sort of just, sat around in his house… He didn't mind staying in, he'd rather stay inside then be outside, but that was because he never found too much interest in anything you had to do outside. Sports were fun to watch, and he gave it a try, but was never really good at many sports. He did well in soccer, but gave it up because he didn't want to be outside at tournaments, and he didn't like the injuries he got from playing. So, he never really did much outside after that.
His mom never really cared, or minded what he did, because she worked most of the time. He had no idea what his dad did, because he was never home. And when he was, he came home right before Arthur went to sleep, and then left right before he got up. It didn't bother him too much, and his mom never talked much about his dad, so he decided not to bring him up much. Just a few questions here and there.
He grabbed his laptop off his bed and opened it. He was logged onto Skype, and was currently chatting with someone. He had no idea what this person looked like, or where he lived (he would never tell.) but enjoyed chatting with him. His name was Lukas, and from what Arthur could tell, he was a nice and reasonable guy. When he chatted, he didn't say much, and never used text speech. (you know, LOL, or, BRB, or GTG.) Arthur didn't mind, and Lukas never really complained when he did that. Lukas had said he never understood what LOL meant, so Arthur explained, and Lukas said it was stupid. If you were laughing, you don't need to type it. "If it was funny, you should just say so," is what he said.
He typed and started chatting to his friend, oblivious to other things going on in the world, and his life.
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Darkness swallowed the whole town, and only a few lights in the streets lit up the place. A teen, not even an adult yet stared out the window. His name was Vladimir Popescu. He hated being stuck inside of the huge castle like house he lived in, and disliked being alone. Well, he wasn't completely alone, there were other people in the house. But he didn't like being around those people. He felt like they were just there to watch him, and make sure he stayed alive. They were more like guards, and less like friends. Vladimir wanted real friends. He wanted pals. Somebody to lean on, and somebody to hang with. Somebody he can be around and talk freely around. But this place was lacking freedom.
The day he got stuck inside this place, he never suspected anything. The day he ended up in here, he went straight to where his new room was and cried. Why he cried, nobody but the people in the castle-house knew why. He would never tell, because remembering brought back terrible images. Images of torn flesh and blood….
The people there comforted him, stayed around him, and were there to rub his back when he cried. At first, he liked it. But then he realized the whole reason was because of the riches his family owned. If he died, or if they lost him, or didn't take care of him correctly, no more money, and no more riches. That, was something the people there didn't want. Vladimir's other relatives were willing to look after him, but Vladimir didn't want to leave his Romanian town. So, he had to stay with them. But his family started dying off one by one. Vladimir doesn't know how, but he thinks its the people in the castle. The more of his family members and relatives die, the more the people in the castle become bitter. They start treating him like he is simply another person on the street. They still fed him, and let him have things and gave him stuff, but he wasn't important anymore. They knew, and he knew, that once every family member dies, all the money and riches belong to them. Vladimir fears when that day comes, and fears what may happen to him. He will have no where else to go, and nowhere to turn to. Nothing.
EDIT: Um, i'm not a Harry Potter fan, sorry! I asked my friends older sister what she liked about it, and i used it for this... I like Doctor Who! ... So, there won't be too much Harry Potter things... Sorry...
