Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia or anything to do with it besides my hetalia shirt.
A/N: Hey everybody here's a new fic I just wrote. I tried to proofread it myself so there will be mistake. If anyone Out there wants to be my beta reader please pm me!
Arthur knew he had to stop inviting Vladimir over to practice magic. But when Vladimir had come to his door this morning with a black cloak on and a new book ,angst his better judgment, he had giggled like a school girl and followed him in to his basement.
" Here a potions that will turn anything into a hive of bees or oh there's a endless fire spell here," Vladimir chattered flipping threw the book.
" We don't want to do anything crazy ," Arthur muttered gathering equipment," just do a few simple spells."
" Aww your not fun," wined the Romanian.
" If not having my country aflame makes me dull then so bloody be it!" Snapped Arthur.
" Fine fine," Vladimir said causally." You don't have to get offensive about if. Jackpot! Arthur look at this one. This is called the payback spell. You give this to your enemy and ,depending how much you give them , gives you complete control over that person! "
" Give me that," Arthur said snatching the book and grinning evilly as he read the instructions.
Thirty minutes and a concoction later , the two magic men were ready for a curses.
Reading over the words one last time he cleared his throat and starting chanting them in a strong voice.
The room drawing in the floor started to light up as he continued. Finally finished he , and Vladimir, waited with batted breathes for the demon to come out to finish the spell.
But we all know nothing ever goes as planned.
" Pryvet!" Came from the cheery Russia man as he smiled at the two from the middle of the room.
The Romanian and British man both stood gapping at him.
" You idiot," yelled Vladimir snapping out of it . " That spell was perfect and you ruined it!"
" It's not nice to yell ,comrade," said Ivan pouting."
" Oh I'll show you what's not nice," growling grabbing a vial ,dipping it in the caldron (getting his hand soaked in the process) and throwing it right in the Russian face.
" Wait Vladimir don't! " Arthur tried to yell but the potion had already hit Ivan.
Ivan sputtered whipping at his face." That was mean," he growled.
" Aww," reported Vladimir." What! Baby gona cry now?"
Before Ivan could retort a pale light started to engulf them both.
" What the bloody hell!" Yelled Arthur shielding his eyes as the light got brighter.
" Vladimir!...Ivan!" Yelled Arthur trying to call them.
The light got too bright. Arthur foot slipped out from under him. He fell back hitting his head on the side of pot and falling to the ground unconscious.
The house was silent for a few moments. On the floor was two piles of clothes and a unconscious man. Suddenly one of the pile on the floor started to move and a little boy wiggled his way out and looked around the large basement.
His eyes landed on the man on the ground. Walking over he climbed on top on Arthur.
"Mister...mister..." A little red eyed child said tapping his cheek with a little hand.
Arthur groaned swatted lightly at the hands touching his face before rolling over knocking the child off his chest.
" Woah," Vladimir said landing on his bum," meany!"
A small cry caught the small boys attention.
" Hello? Is somebody here," he asked looking around.
Another cry broke the air. The curious Romanian went over to a big pile of clothes and pulled at the till a head popped out.
Vladimir cocked is at the newcomer. " Hi stranger! I'm Vladimir. What's your name?" Vladimir asked smiling at the boy in front of him.
But the new person didn't respond. He just starred at the Romanian for a few seconds. Then his twisted into a frown and he let out a few small whimpers before letting out a loud high pitched cry.
The personification of England felt himself come in to conciseness as a loud sound assaulted his ears.
" My head ," he thought sitting up.
" Finally your up," Vladimir happily yelled.
" Would you please stop yelling," he mumbled glancing at the children.
Wait a minute... Children...
Arthur could do nothing but gap for the second time that day at the children.
" Mister please," Vladimir cried covering his ears." He's hurting my ears."
" Vladimir... Ivan..." He stuttered out.
We'll this didn't go as planned...
A/N: Ok this is just a trial run for this story to see of anyone would actually like it. This story will in no way be historically correct so if that bothers you please dont read and if the characters are OOC then oh well. That's how I see them.