This is something I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writting it. I do not own Hetalia of course.
Chapter one: The lonely magican
A simle cabin is where the great magicain of England, Aurthur Kirkland, lived all by himself in the woods. The only ones that come to visit him are travelers who have come from long and far hoping for his aid in troubles in thier life with magic or people seeking out his power for thier own. Either way they only came to use him for thier own personal needs and without giving a proper reward in the end forced the magicain to start creating tricks for those who wanted to use his magic. Like a riddle or they must give him something in return, the tricks he used and the things he wanted in return where hard so only those who where worthy of his help could get through, but the people started to see Aurthur in a diffrent light calling him selfish or evil. The words stung more then a bee's harmful sting, but the magicain would never show the people that so he covered up his emotions. Makeing him all the more sad and lonely.
The people grew angry from his lack of help and when a very respected Lord asked Aurthur for his help and Authur refuced because the man could not answer his riddle, it was the last straw for the people and they started to call him a witch, demon, or the devil's kin. They told horrible stories of the magician to thier children turning him into the shadow in thier nightmares or the beast under their bed. Soon all the good was gone and no one would go up to see the magicain who lived in the woods anymore until he slowly faded away into a scary story told around the camp fire. That is until the young magicain's 23rd bithday.
"Look at all the berries! This will supply use for more then a month, how about we have toast and wild-berry jam for dessert tonight Silvia?", The blue fairy landed on Arthur's shoulder with a squeak of delight, the Brit chuckled lightly. "I'll take that as a yes." The magicain waved his hand over the bushes fillied with berries before him, "Eriynon Grabtus!"
The berries unhinged from thier branches and floated over to the englishman's waiting basket, when the task was done the magicain sighed in satisfaction and made his way towards his little cabin listing off all the things he could make for dinner in his head. Closeing the door behind him and going into the kitchen the brit started to clean off the berries in the sink, but was then interupted by a knock at his door. Suprised the magicain dropped what he was doing and hastly dried his hands on his cloak as he ran towards the door.
"H-hello?", opening the door the man was met with a boy standing on his porch, the boy had wheat-bloned hair with a cowlike that stuck straight up near the front of his hair line, his eyes where a clear crystal blue fillied with innocents and joy, and a bright smile was lighting up his face. The boy looked no older then nine at most and after Arthur looked him over the boy spoke up, "Hello, are you mister Kirkland? May I come in?"
Arthur looked over at Silvia who shook her head approvingly, "Yes and you may come in." Flashing him a smile the boy walked into the cabin, "Thank you."
Shutting the door the magician turned his attention to the blonde headed boy who was now makeing him self at home sitting down in one of the living room chairs, "Tell me, what brings you here." the magicain asked as he took a seat across from the boy who was studying him with his big blue eyes like he was the most interesting thing he hade ever seen in his life.
"I was dared!', the boy said proudly as he puffed up his chest. "They told me that their was a man who lived up here and ate people if they knocked on his door, but you don't look like a man eater to me." Arthur was at a lost for words and instead rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration, so it was all a little dare nothing more then a little kid joke? He had gotten his hopes up and thought that for the first time in forever he was going to have a customer, but that didn't seem to be the case here.
"You got a real nice house here Mr. Kirkland!', the blonde boy exclaimed as he examened the room around him. "Why thank you.", the brit said politely, it felt nice to have a complement after so many years of being by himself. "Well sence you where dared to come here and you have clearly passed, plus since I did not eat you, you may leave.", the boy looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet a bit.
"Ummm... well you see.", he rubbed the back of his head in embarassment while his cheeks turned a crimson. "There's really no one waiting for me. I heard a story about you back in town but I needed an reason to come meet you. None of the kids will come play with me because I'm weird for some reason and when I heard a story about a wizard living up here I had to come and just meet you. And Mr. Sensory said it was ok to come because I'm still in training and I should learn everything there is to know about every where. So I did and you seem like a really nice person!" The magician was blown off his feet, for two reasons. One, how in bloody hell could that kid say all of that in breath, no reagular person could have done that with out passing out, it's not humanly possible! And two, when the kid said that no one would play with him because they thought he was wierd it reminded him of his own childhood where no one would talk to him because he could talk to fairies and use magic.
Feeling pity for the boy Arthur let out a sigh and shook his head, "Very well you may stay here but you must help me out with my daily jods and by the way I'm not a wizard, I'm a magicain."
The blue eyes before him grew wide, "Really!? Thats so cool! Thank you for letting me stay!"
A low chuckle escaped the Brit as he watched the boy throw his fist in the air with enthusiasm, "Tell me, whats your name." The boy stopped and looked at the englaishman still grinning, 'Sorry~ Mr. Russia told me not to tell anyone my name but you can call me America! By the way Mister what do I call you and do you mind telling me the year?"
"Just Arthur is fine and it's 1500.", the magician replied, but kind of name was America? He had never heard anything like it before in his life and who asked what the year was? "Hey! Arthur you said you where a magician could you show me some magic!?", America asked as he bounced in his chair.
It has been forever since the magician had shown off his power to other people and watch as a look of wonder play across their face, "Very well come follow me." Arthur led the way to the kitchen where the forgotten berries still layed in the sink, "Just watch, Wahtcnii Enu Sizx!"
Arthur smirked as America watch in awe as the berries finished washing themselves then sorted into diffrent goups and flew into the jars he already had laid out earlier that day. "Arthur thats so cool!", the wheat blonde squealed in delight as he hugged the magicain's legs. The brit had a hard time finding his voice it was the first time anyone had ever callied his magic "cool" whatever that ment, but whatever a complement was a complement. Niether has anyone ever hugged him before exept for his mother, and to tell you the truth he found it quit pleasent.
The rest of the day was fillied with laughter, smiles, cries of joy and games of tag, hide-and-seek, and nameing what clouds looked like to each other. But the day does not last forever and as the sun startes to sink lower and lower America stood up from the ground and looked at the magicain. "I have to go back home now Arthur.", he frowns and so does the englishman. "But... is it ok if I come back tommarow?', he asks hopeful and Arthur can't help but smile.
"Of course you can.", the brit replies. America beams brightly at the man as he hugs him once more before saying good-bye.
Feb. 9, 1500
one month later...
Authur could berly believe that it had been a whole month since he had met the lively blonde haired boy who just appeared on his door step like a miricale, the boy had been comeing over to the brit's house ever since day one, always whith that same smile on his face calling out "Arthur! Arthur!". Everyday they would play toghether or Arthur would show America some of his magic and in return he would show the magician some of the thing 'Mr. Russia' had tought him like hunting of fighting with a knife. To tell you the truth Arthur did not really approve of ' ' teaching his little America such things but he really had no say in how the blue eyed boy was raised. Arthur sat in his study waiting for said boy to come bounding up his steps yelling and smileing like he always does, and then the magician would laugh while lightly scoulding the boy for yelling but let him in netherless where he would have some scones waiting out for him. But unlike always there was only a simple knock at his door.
Confused Arthur got up from his current position in his chair and went to open the door, a small smile broke across his face when he noticeed it was America but it quickly faded when he saw that something was clearly troubleing the boy. "America, whats wrong?', the magicain asked worriedly. He remembered how the younge boy had told him that the kids in the village picked on him because he would spend all his time up here with the brit calling him rude names or even physical violence. "O-oh nothing! Everything's fine!", America beamed up at the englishman, but the magicain still had his suspisions.
"Alright... well come on in.", Arthur moved out the way for America who gravitated toward the scones stuffing them into his mouth two at a time. The brit laughed, "Calm down America or you'll choke!"
"But I don't want to to~", the blonde pouted sticking out his bottom lip and flashin Arthur his hurt puppy look. Man he could never hold his ground when it came to that look, letting out a sigh the magician ran his hand through his hair, "Ok but be careful." America smiled over at the taller man and continued eating his wieght in scones, later that afternoon the two played a game of rescue the princess where America would come in and save Arthur from an invisible dragon then take him back to his kingdom of Spades where he would make the magician his queen and rule over the land for happly ever after.
America and Arthur layed down in the feild panting heavly fom running around trying to escape the dragon, the sun hanging loosely in the sky like it to was tired and couldn't wait to rest itself. After their small nap America woke up the magicain softly with a frown, "Arthur... wake up."
"Hmmm... whats wrong?", slowly the brit sat up at looked up at the sky and understood.
"Oh well it getting kinda dark. I'll see you tomarow alright?", Arthur was suprised to see the younge boy start to cry."America!", the boy tackled the magician to the ground and clunge to him tightly like his life depended to it.
Slowly he looked up, "Arthur, I'm not coming back. Me and Mr. Russia are leaveing to a new village." Arthur was at lost for words, his light, his America was leaveing him. The only person who had ever been the magicians real friend since the day he was born, he had told the small child everything about himself, his hopes, his dreams, his whole being. He had only met the boy a month ago but now he couldn't even the bright smile no longer there being in his life and tears stung his eyes threating to spill.
"Oh my god America.", Arthur wrapped the smaller boy up in his arms as he stroked his hair in a desprete attempt to calm both him and America. They stayed like that for a while before the blue eyed boy spoke, "Arthur I don't want to go, how will I find you again?"
"Shhhh Shhhh, every thing is alright.', the englishman held the boy at an arms lenght looking him over as he rubbed the tears out of his eyes. "Here.", America watched as the brit pulled an old pocket watch out of his coat and mumbled a charm under his breath casting it on the watch before handing it over to the curiose blonde. "This watch is magic now, where ever I am the clock will point in my direction so you can find me alright? I'll never be out of your reach America, I'll always be there for you. So don't cry anymore."
"O-ok.", he sniffed as he clutched the watch to his chest, his eyes turned hard with ditermanation. "One day Arthur I'll come back and I'll make you my queen for real so your never be sad or lonely again, I promise!", Arthur chuckled lightly as he hugged America one last time before he left him saying that it sounded quiet lovely.
TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I know its crap but im going to keep righting it! sorry for spelling i know it sucks, but hey I'm American! with a capital "A"!