Hetalia Academy: Fantasia
Chapter One: Starting a Fresh
When Matthew Williams had first been told about Hetalia Academy for magical beings of any race, he had been in awe about it and Alfred often told him stories about it that he had heard from his parents. Matthew, being a nekotama, became excited by the news of him attending the school with Alfred, his cousin. But now, as Matthew stood at the gates, staring at the large cathedral-like building and then to the large three-headed dog that was licking at Alfred's face and sniffing at his pockets for treats and back again, Matthew felt a little concerned about signing up in the first place.
"Alright, boy, alright!" Alfred chuckled. "Easy now! Hey! There's nothing in there for ya. Sorry, boy!"
The dog whined as though confused. Matthew knew that this creature wasn't exactly the brightest beast he had ever met. It was as though, the dog was a puppy and nothing more. The dog let out a loud bark and bounded over to Matthew, who yelped and cowered as the dog did the same procedure as what he did on Alfred.
"D-d-don't go sniffing at me." Matthew stuttered. "I haven't got anything for you."
"CERBERUS!" called a voice. "Stop man handling new students! You do this every time."
The dog looked around and let out a pathetic whine and shuffled back. The cousins looked round the dog to see a boy in his late teens, standing at the wrought iron gates with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He had messy, untamed hair, forest green eyes and a slim figure. He looked angelic. Literally. Behind his back was a pair of pearly white wings that were folded neatly behind his back. He wore a white toga, that ended halfway down his smooth hairless thighs and on his face feet were a pair of old fashioned Roman sandals. A brown satchel was hanging was hanging over his shoulder.
"Can I help you two?" he asked, in a matter of fact voice. He had a British accent.
"Yeah, dude!" said Alfred, chirpy as usual. "Name's Alfred F. Jones, proud American and hero and fully fledged vampire."
The British teen pulled a disgusted look and soon turned to look at Matthew. "And you?"
Matthew flinched at the tone of his voice. "M-my name is M-M-Matthew. I'm a nekotama. Alfred's my cousin."
Arthur grumbled and said, walking forward. "I feel sorry for you."
Matthew had to bite his lip to stop his laughter. Arthur stopped and held his hand out to the Canadian. "My name is Arthur Kirkland, I'm from England and a professional magician and also here to show you round."
"Wow, dude! So, you can pull a rabbit of a hat?" Alfred asked, eagerly.
Arthur scowled. "That's just those mortal magicians that do that! I, on the other hand, can do more than that."
"So, what, you can summon the devil?"
"I could if it wasn't against the rules for my kind."
"Your kind?" Alfred asked, dumbly.
"Alfred!" Matthew whined. "Can't you tell he's angel?"
"Oh, right! So, you came all the way from Heaven."
Arthur froze and suddenly became a little shifty. Matthew could tell that the angel was uncomfortable, so he changed the subject.
"So, what did you call the dog again?" Matthew asked, nodding to the beast in question.
Arthur looked up and cleared his throat. "Yes, that's Cerberus otherwise known as Cerberus II."
"The second?"
"Yes. You see, Cerberus, in the Greek mythology, was a large three-headed dog that guarded the gates of the Underworld. This Cerberus," he pointed to the beast. "Is the son of that beast and he was given to us by the goddess, Persephone as a gift to the school. So, now he guards our school. He's the best protection we have here."
"How long has been here?" Alfred asked, stroking the right head of Cerberus.
"About fifty years or more."
"What stage is he in? Puppy or adult?"
"Puppy, I'm afraid but he can put up quite a fight if he wants to."
A bell rang inside the school. Arthur cringed at the noise.
"Second lesson has finished. It's now break time. Come on, I'll show you around."
And they followed Arthur towards the gates, Cerberus, following them, Alfred gave him one last pet on his sleek fur coat and Arthur gave the three heads a slice of cake each and closed the gates. They walked through the courtyard where, what looked like; a Minotaur was chasing a Veela girl through the rose bushes. The courtyard seemed very Greek or Roman and a large fountain was set at the very middle. Its occupants were a fiery bird, a Pegasus, a sorcerer, a centaur and a mermaid that were grouped together as though they were preparing for a battle.
"The fountain that you're seeing there, is a depiction of the of the fire elements at the school. Earth, water, air, fire and magic."
"Wow, that's awesome!" Arthur whooped, as he took out his camera to take a photo. "How long has the school been around for?"
"Two hundred years exactly." Arthur grabbed at the digital camera and shoved it back into Alfred's bag. "Please don't take any pictures or film of this place, unless it's a project of some kind. Not only do we have classes that involve magic but also what you would expect from a mortal school, such as Literature, Maths and Science."
"How long are the lessons?" Matthew piped up
"At least an hour long. Form tutor groups last fifteen minutes for everyone to be signed in or handed their time tables," Arthur explained. "The first break is fifty minutes for everyone to relax. Lunch is also fifty minutes, then back to the form groups for fifteen minutes and then back to lessons then at six after dinner everyone goes to their dorms to wind down and work on homework. Lights go out at eleven and everyone gets up at seven. Breakfast is at eight along with form time. Understand?"
"I think so."
"If there's anything that you want to know or don't clearly understand, ask me and only me. Don't trust anyone else."
"Why?" Alfred said, as they walked up the stairs.
"Just trust me on this. But there are two other boys, who have just started so stick with them if you must but no one else."
They entered the school and both cousins stared in awe at the beautiful decor. Alfred swore under his breath. They worried on walking down the gold and silver corridors until they reached a corridor where two students sat waiting. One of them looked up and beamed.
"Arthur! Hello again!"
The boy had a mop of dark hair with a curl that stuck out a little awkwardly. The other boy, who was next to the Italian boy, had the same hair style except his hair curl was on the opposite side of his head and his hair was dark brown. He scowled at the three and looked away.
"Hello, Feli. Feliciano meet Alfred Jones and Matthew Williams. Alfred, Matthew, this is Feliciano Vargas and his brother, Lovino."
"Nice to meet ya." Alfred said. "Which part of Italy are you from?"
"North of Rome, but we lived in Napoli for a while before coming here." Feliciano explained. He turned to his brother and smiled. "Lovino, fratello, come and say 'hi'!"
Lovino looked up at his brother, then to Alfred and Matthew and muttered what sounded like an Italian curse. Feliciano's smile dropped.
"Fratello, why did you say that? Please, be nice. They're our new friends."
"Shut it, Feliciano." Lovino snapped, surprising the North American cousins. "I'll do what I want."
Arthur sighed and turned away from them. "This is probablu something you will expect every day." He then turned to the Italian brothers and said loudly over their argument. "Now! Shall we get on with he tour before the break ends so we can get your timetables checked and into your lessons on time. Come along."
Alfred stared around him at the very detailed Academy structures as he took in what Arthur was telling them. As they reached the golden staircase, Alfred could hear something. It sounded like angelic singing. This made Alfred want to find out where the singing was coming from, but soon before Alfred could move, the singing stopped and Alfred's thoughts soon vanished and snapped back to Arthur, who was talking about the dormitories.
"Now, you, Alfred will be with me, Feliciano will be with Ludwig – watch it he has a temper – and Lovino will be with Antonio. Be careful of him and his friends, Lovino, they mean trouble. Now, Matthew—" He stopped and looked around for the Canadian. "Matthew? Matthew, where did you go?"
Alfred looked around, suddenly noticing that his cousin was missing.
"Mattie?"
"Where had his cousin gone to?"
A/N:
Hello, well...I know what you're thinking: 'a new story by this girl'. Yeah, well I can't help it! Anyways, remember in When You're Gone, when I said I was going to write a story for the pairing FritzxPrussia which was based on a College AU! Well I've decided not to write it but place the pairing in this story instead along with a few other pairings.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this. Reviews are love :)
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