Title: Remember Your Friends

Rating: T (PG13)

Character(s)/Pairing(s): The UK brothers (includes Ireland), Russia, America – Russia/OC!Wales
Warning(s): Includes OCs (Wales, Scotland, Ireland, and Northern Ireland), some Adult themes, and Harry Potter references. Has a lack of any sort of accurate historical reference, with very few exceptions.
Disclaimer: Hetalia is owned by Hidekazu Himaruya, but I created this story and these interpretations of England's brothers.

Summary: He meant to summon a demon but instead summoned a fellow nation. They became friends for a short, but wonderful time. Now, years later, consequences for the demon summons have to be paid. Russia/OC!Wales

A/N: There seems to be some interpretations of England's brothers (sometimes sisters) that are more popular than others. For Scotland in particular, there's that one in blue with the white cross over his chest. This is not the version I am using. I'll post a link in my profile to the image I'm basing my versions on, and I apologize in advance for everyone who will hate my version of these characters.

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Part One

1

Wales pouted and kicked at the ground. Stupid Scotland! Stupid Ireland! Teaming up and insulting him just because they saw him hugging a sheep again... It wasn't his fault those animals were so cute! So soft and fluffy and huggable... He kicked again. Why couldn't that brat England be around? Then he, Scotland, and Ireland would have been able to make fun of their youngest brother instead of shifting the antics onto the "weakest one" of the older three.

He would show THEM. He had something big planned! Something that he had been studying and working on for a while now. He marched into his home and gave his little brother England a good kick to vent his own anger. "Out of my way, runt! I'm doing something important!"

England, the poor child, held back his tears and pulled the hood of his green cloak over his head and ran off. Wales glared after him but then sighed. He was getting too soft, or at least that's what Ireland would say. Still, he would have to do something to apologize... Maybe get something sweet for the youngest of their family later. Then again, maybe he wouldn't. England wasn't too little any more and he should learn to tough it out.

But first! He had something important to do in the basement... He lit a candle and carried a few more with him downstairs. He couldn't fully close the door behind him, but he wasn't expecting Scotland or Ireland to return home anytime soon and that kick should have told England to stay away.

He pulled out his wand and tapped it against the ground, muttering a few words so that a magic circle appeared to his preference. He lit the other candles one by one, setting each one an equal distance apart around the edge of the circle.

He pulled out his spell book and took a deep breath to focus and channel his energy. This would be a big spell... If he did it wrong, something horrible could happen... But he knew what he was doing. Of course he did! He was Wales, after all!

He held the first candle over his book and read aloud the words he had written down.

"Santorita Mitamaeda
Ringojonah Titomarlon
Jack Latoyajanet Michael
Dumbledorathe Explora..."

The magic circle began to glow a bright turquoise. Everything was going well so far... Now he just needed to say the second half of the spell.

"Santra ba dra winza na
Wonpa to rana intrakantera
Santra ba dra winza na
Wonpa to rana intrakantera
I have summoned you from a far off place."

He shifted his hold on his book and threw out his hand towards the circle, moving his feet into a prepared stance. He shouted out his final call.

"Show yourself!"

A figure rose out of the ground slowly, eventually taking the form of a young boy. Once the figure was fully formed, Wales stared at him. The boy stared back. Neither of them spoke and Wales tried to figure out whether or not this was what he meant to do.

The boy didn't seem to be a demon like he was intending to summon, but perhaps he actually was. He didn't seem to be a regular human, after all. He looked younger than him, but he was about the same height. Were demons taller in comparison to humans? Or perhaps Wales was just short... The boy had light, almost greyish-blonde hair, eyes of a strange blue-violet color... He was in heavy clothing, probably due to the land he came from being very cold.

The boy decided to speak up first. "Vy nazvali?"

Wales, surprised and just now realizing he was in a ridiculous position, took a more normal pose. What did the boy say? It didn't sound like a language he recognized. "Beth wnaethoch chi ei ddweud?"

The boy looked confused, probably as equally as he was at the moment. He seemed to have come up with an idea and spoke again. "You are... your people's home?"

Wales nodded. "...You are as well?" Hmm. The nations's universal language. If this boy was the same as him, the lands of their people, then he must have had contact with other people like them before. This was a learned language, after all. But it would make the conversation easier.

The boy nodded vigorously, smiling and tugging at the scarf around his neck in excitement. "Da! I am Russia. You?"

"Wales." He smiled in response. "I hope I haven't bothered you by bringing you here."

"Nyet. I felt a tug and a question. 'Did I want to visit other place?' I thought, da! That would be fun! I was tugged here. And now I have Wales as company!" Russia giggled and looked at the circle and then at Wales. Once Wales stepped back, Russia took that as permission to step out of the circle. "It is lonely in my home. I don't have many friends. They always having to leave me. 'It's too cold' they complain. I fear General Winter does not like me. Or maybe he likes me too much. But I hardly see others like us. Too far away. I always have to go back as soon as I see them. But how do I get back now?"

Wales hesitated and then took a hold of Russia's gloved hands, both to comfort him and out of joy that he managed to successfully summon someone. "I can send you back. I brought you here, so I can send you back. But do you really want to leave right away? You just got here! You should stay, at least for a little while."

"Da?" Russia seemed amused. "But, why did Wales summon me here?"

"...Oh." Wales wasn't sure what to say. Should he tell him the reason...? He had been trying to summon a demon, after all, not a fellow nation. "I wanted to get back at my brothers. They were making fun of me earlier."

Russia frowned then and patted Wales on the head, almost condescendingly. "Siblings should not be so mean to each other. My older sister and younger sister would not like it if I were mean to them. You want help to show your brothers why they should not be mean, da?"

He remembered suddenly about how he had JUST kicked England for fun and looked away, ashamed. "N-No... It's fine. I don't want to bother you like that."

"Nyet. If that is why Wales had me visit, then that is what I will help with."

"No!" Wales winced at his sudden shout, but he had to make sure that nothing bad happened. Not while he felt guilty about it at least...

Russia tilted his head, curious about the protest. "Why not? Is that not what Wales called me here for?" Behind the curiosity, Russia looked surprisingly knowledgeable. As if... As if he knew that Wales wouldn't accept revenge.

Wales sighed. "I would be in the wrong if I did anything to them in retaliation. Besides, I feel bad now. I kicked my youngest brother on the way down here, so I probably should apologize to him. Isn't that the right thing to do?"

"Da." Russia nodded and giggled and then patted Wales on the head again. "But it is not the fun thing! You seem too nice to do something mean. Much too nice. The kind of nice that is manipulated. If you hurt them, they probably deserve it. Think of how fun it would be to see them in pain for hurting you! Are you sure you don't want me to help you hurt them?"

"I'm sure... Really, really sure." Wales sighed. "I'm sorry for calling over here for nothing. Would you like to see my home at least? Before I send you back?"

"Da." Russia took a hold of Wales's hand and gave it a tight squeeze. He began to drag him upstairs. "That way I get to see what lands will eventually become one with me."

Wales was too busy pulling out his wand and quickly muttering spells to put out the candles and erase the magic circle to hear what Russia had said. When he focused his attention on the boy again, Russia had stopped talking. "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" Russia chimed happily.

He decided to take his word for it and peeked ahead of Russia, outside the door and into the ground floor to make sure that no one was there. He determined that the coast was clear and pushed the door open wider, allowing room for Russia to drag him out into the open. This was starting to hurt...

"R-Russia, could you stop pulling me so hard?"

Russia frowned, but let go of Wales's hand. Wales frowned as well and grabbed Russia's hand again.

"I didn't say you had to let go," he replied with a warm smile. "Just be gentle. Alright?"

The boy stared for a moment and then smiled. "Da! Where do we go first?"

"Well... I believe the daffodils are in bloom if you want to see them..."

"Flowers?" Wales nodded and Russia giggled. "Da! Please!"

...

Sometime later, Wales sat next to Russia, staring out over the lake. "So, what do you think of my lands?"

"Wales is very nice," Russia said softly. "Too bad I must go back home soon."

Wales sighed and pouted. "Too bad. We haven't seen everything yet. And I haven't introduced you to Goch."

"One of your siblings...?"

"No... My pet." Wales smiled again and looked over at Russia. "But I can always summon you back here another time. The spell asks for your permission to come here, so if the summons doesn't work, then I'll know that you just are busy. It's actually nice to have a friend for once."

Russia looked at Wales, seeming surprised. "Wales has few friends as well?"

Wales blushed and looked away. "W-Well... Yes... I only have my brothers and the animals here, but... No other people like you to talk to. And I like you. True, you're a little strange, but it's endearing. Can we be friends?"

There was a giggle and Russia pulled Wales close. He unwrapped his scarf, the first time he did so all day, and then wrapped one end of it around Wales's neck. "Da! Friends! And then, one day, we can become one so we may have the same house and never have to be apart!"

Wales found himself giggling as well. "You're silly! I don't know what you mean by that, but it sounds fun!"

"Very fun! Wales will enjoy it." Russia yawned and nestled his head between his scarf and Wales's shoulder. "Mmm. Tired. Perhaps Wales should send me back home now? Just remember to summon me again so we may have more fun?"

"Of course, of course!" Wales giggled again and slipped out of the scarf, helping his new friend wrap it back around Russia's neck. "Sending you back will be a lot easier than summoning you. Do you want me to do it from here?"

"I will be sent to where I was before?" Russia smiled at Wales's nod. "Then, da! Do svidaniya, Wales! Summon me again, da?"

Wales grinned. "Yes! I will! Now, sit tight. This shouldn't hurt." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Russia. "Ready? Revenis casae!"

With a loud pop, Russia was gone. Wales felt a little sad to see his new friend leave, but right now he had a few things he had to do. Hmm, he seemed to have a few coins on him and the shops should still be open...

He went off to do his chores and then returned home in time to cook dinner for him and his brothers. The other three came in, Scotland coming in with Ireland and England trailing a long ways behind them. Wales smiled at all of them which seemed to catch them all off guard.

"Whit has ye so happy?" Scotland gruffed out.

"Nothing in particular," Wales replied. He looked over at England and then crouched down in front of him. The youngest of his brothers flinched at first but then opened his eyes which were shut tight in expectance of pain. England looked up curiously and Wales patted his head gently. "I got you a small treat to apologize for earlier." He noted England's eyes widen in delight. "You can have it after dinner."

Behind Wales, Scotland and Ireland were giving each other an equally bemused look in regards to their brother's actions. They looked at Wales once more once he cleared his throat.

"As for you two..." Wales sprang forward, pulling both of them into a hug. "I forgive you for insulting me." He let go of them before they could overcome their shock and push him away. "Now, we should probably go eat. Ready for supper, everyone...?"