So, this is my first story on Fanfiction... about the Magic Trio. Because they definitely need more love. ... Uhm. This is going to be continued, and is presently just a load of barnacles. However, if you do like it, reviews are appreciated c: Also, I apologize for any errors. I looked this over ten billion trillion times, I swear. And I didn't really see anything.

Also, as a little note, I don't picture Norway as a total jackass. However, I do picture Norway as the kind of person who sits back quietly and enjoys trolling on people (in this story, preferably Romania). He's not really trying to act mean. He just has no social skills, ha!
Romania, in my mind, just likes to act stupid. He's actually very smart, and he's smart enough to know that if he acts stupid, more people will apparently love him for it, and he can get away with doing less. Plus, it's like, totally fun to be the class clown!
England is the "mother hen" of the trio. He may have a relatively short fuse, but he really does care about his roommates and wants to always do his best to help them.

Characters: Romania (Vladimir), Norway (Lukas), England (Arthur), Belgium (Léa Dubois) (in later chapters), Germania, Britannia, and mentions of Grandpa Rome, Prussia, Switzerland, Wales, and Scotland.
(Bold indicates major reoccuring character, italics indicates minor reoccurring character, plain text is only mentioned)

So, I hope you enjoy c:

:~Maegi School of Magic, first day of semester, first wing housing~:

"My hair! That brat like, totally did something to it!" A loud, ringing echo bounced through the brick corridors, followed by the sound of someone getting smacked.

"If you don't shut up, by God, you twit." There was a loud rustle, followed by a crash. Simultaneously, two teenage boys fell out into the hallway, both falling face-first. Chuckling, a third boy stepped over them, shaking his head.

"Honestly, all the riffraff. Well, at least I got a new doormat." The third boy turned towards the other two, tilting his head slightly. "Although, I must say, that pointlessly drab red outfit of yours conflicts with Arthur's so much, that even as a doormat you're hopelessly unfashionable."

"A doormat? You little… …jerk!" The strawberry blond leapt to his feet, practically growling. "And I am not unfashionable. Just because you've been stuck in the arctic for your entire life and don't know the meaning of fashion, Lukas, doesn't mean you can make fun of me!" The blond made as if he was going to strike Lukas, but in an instant the second boy – whom Lukas had introduced as Arthur – was on his feet, holding the enraged boy back.

"Vladimir. Just because he's being a wanker doesn't give you a right to assault him!" Arthur frowned, shaking his head. "Be the bigger person." Vladimir huffed, but seemed to settle and said nothing further. "Now. I think we simply need to go down to the head of housing and explain to them why we cannot possibly share the same dwelling with one another."

"You sure talk funny." Lukas commented. Arthur glared at him, but before he could say anything, three animals emerged from their room. The first was a strange fluttering green thing that sort of resembled a rabbit, which settled onto Arthur's head.

"Bunny!" Arthur exclaimed with joy, reaching up to pet the cavy, unfortunately knocking the other flying pet – a rather large bat – out of its flight. Arthur cursed under his breath. "Would you keep that bloody flying rat away from mine? She's going to eat him!"

Vladimir, having barely caught the bat from crashing to the floor, growled. "She is not a flying rat. She is a Barbastelle! One of the most rare, most beautiful bats in all of Europe!" He paused a moment before adding, "If anything is going to eat your precious flying… whatever it is, it'd be Lukas' wretched feline! Besides, Drago is an insectivore!"

"She's not wretched!" Lukas hissed, picking up his cat - a calico sphynx - with a frown. "Svar is a perfectly lovely sphynx."

"She doesn't have fur. How does she even survive at your house? You live in Norway, for Gods' sake!"

The bickering continued as the trio plodded down the hallway, towards the head of housing. Unbeknownst to the boys, they were being watched.

"What do you think, Britannia?" A deep, sullen-sounding voice emerged from the corridor the trio had just left from. A man and a woman stepped out of the shadows, into what light was created in the corridor from the glowing moon.

"I don't know, Germania. I just don't know. I thought they could learn to get along," There was a loud shout from the end of the corridor, and the woman winced. "But it doesn't look like it's going to happen."

"Europe will fall if they can't learn the skills," Germania's voice was grim. "Not even my two strongest sons, Prussia and Switzerland, can be trusted with this mission."

"Nor mine," Britannia commented back, situating herself on one of the window sills. "Scotland and Wales couldn't handle it."

"Whatever the case," Germania tapped his fingers on the cool brick walls. "If England, Norway, and Romania can't learn to use their powers correctly... they're sure to destroy us."

:~Maegi School of Magic, Head of Housing~:

"There is nothing I can do for you boys," The head of housing, a tall, panther-like man with glowering amber eyes, turned to face the boys. Seeming rather annoyed, he pushed the glasses further up on his face. "The housing has already been settled. There's just no possible way I can switch you with anyone."

"Please, Mr. Whateveryournameisdude," Romania pleaded, leaning against the head of housing's desk. "There is no way I can like, stand living with these people any longer! They're rude, brash, and they make fun of my poor Drago!" Romania cuddled closer to his bat, who let out a small shriek but made no move to bite him or squirm away. "We just can't possibly live together any longer!"

"I already told you," The head of housing's voice was more stern now, and far more filled with warning, "there is nothing I can do for you boys. The seating arrangements are made so that certain people can stay with each other. In this world of ours, you see, many families are interconnected. Housing is set up so that the children of these families may meet and become friends, for they are intimately tied to one another from the time they are born, whether they know their place in the cycle of things or not."

"Then... why were we placed together?" Lukas questioned aloud. The trio look supremely confused as the head of housing started to usher them back out into the corridor. With a devilish smirk, he answered.

"A magician never reveals his secrets." And with that, the door shut in the trio's faces.

:~Maegi School of Magic, Housing Corridor One, room one~:

"What a strange man," Lukas gazed out the window of their room. It was a considerably small dwelling, with only one room to speak of and two bedrooms. The room was a small living room-esque setup, with a fireplace, a couch, a loveseat and two tables, as well as a rather large oak bookshelf. The two rooms were wholeheartedly the same, save the fact that one room had two beds and one room only contained one. They contained one desk, a spinning chair and not much else. They were plain eggshell, and incredibly boring.

"I concur." Arthur was settled on the couch, sipping some tea they had swiped from the cafeteria on their way back from the housing department. "A magician, he makes it seem like this place is for real, and not just some undercover orphanage the government shipped us off too. I'll tell you what, I've lived on the streets my entire life, and they're just using this 'school' as a way to butter us up so they can toss us into an orphanage or into service for some sort of rich family."

"Or perhaps they're just good people, trying to give underprivileged children the chance to be happy for probably the only time in their lives." The reply was incredibly quiet - Lukas and Arthur were unsure if they even heard it. They turned to face Vladimir, who was seated in front of the fireplace, with Drago on his head, Bunny on his shoulder, and Svar in his lap. He was writing on a rather large pad of paper, quill on the floor next to him. Svar was purring, and Bunny was rumbling, a sure sign they were happy. "I think sometimes, there are good people in the world. Almost all children are good. But the world is filled with evil, and it's pretty much impossible to stay wholeheartedly good." His voice was wavering, as if he was about to cry, but his expression didn't change. "Why must we assume the worst of people? If you send a signal of fear to an animal, they attack. What if it's the same with people? That, because we show distrust, we become beings of distrust." Suddenly, Svar looked unsettled and bunched up, hissing up at Vlad, and then fled over to Lukas. The two other pets soon followed suit. Arthur and Lukas merely sat there, mouths agape, staring at their third roommate. They were both silent for a long moment, before Arthur spoke up.

"Wow, Vlad. I never took you for... any kind of intellectual," Vladimir stopped writing on the paper, laughing quietly. "What are you laughing at?" Arthur frowned, confused.

"Intellectual." The blond ripped the paper, tossing it into the fire. "Intellectual, I am not. A thinker, I am."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Lukas snarled, picking Svar up and snuggling her close. "Speak like a normal human being, Bat."

"I'm not smart. Really, I'm quite stupid, as I'm sure you're both aware. However, just because someone's stupid doesn't mean they aren't capable of deep thought." Vladimir stood, yawning slightly, walking past the couch. "Perhaps I'm only stupid because it's what the world expects of me." He added, stepping into the room he and Lukas shared, and leaving the duo in the living room with an air of confusion. Lukas turned to face Arthur, looking extremely phased.

"The Bat... actually has some sort of brain?" Lukas snickered. "I think he just overheard one of the teachers saying something." Arthur glared at him, but said nothing. Instead, he merely walked into his own room, slamming the door behind him. Lukas, now alone, looked down at Svar with a frown. "Am I a terrible person?" Of course, the sphynx did not answer him, but she gazed up at him as if to say, I can't say, and then snuggled into the crook of his arm, purring softly from the back of her throat. Frowning, Lukas merely pet her head, and then walked into the room he shared with Vladimir. (They'd played rock paper scissors to decide who got their own room). The younger boy was sitting at the desk, writing, but glanced back briefly when Lukas entered. Biting his lip, the Norwegian stepped closer, peering over his shoulder. "What are you writing?"

"Oh look. The Norwegian is asking the Bat something, Drago!" Vladimir laughed dryly. "Get him away from me." He commanded, and as if the bat understood to a T, he swooped into Lukas' hair, shrieking all the while. Lukas yelped, retreating to his bed, and the bat flew back to the desk, settling upside down on a small shelf hanging above it. "Just leave me alone, okay? I don't like you, you don't like me. We don't have to ever talk." He blew out the candle and went and layed down on his bed, glaring at the wall. "It'd be better if one of us switched with Arthur."
***

"Lukas." The voice called faintly in darkness. The boy wasn't even sure he heard it, at first. "Lukas, you listen to your parents this instant!" The word parents seemed to be the key that pulled him from his slumber. He glanced over to Vladimir's bed - or, rather, where his bed should have been - and saw nothing, only darkness. In fact even Svar, who always slept right next to his head, was gone. He was laying on a bed of nothing. He was in a world of nothing. I must be dreaming. "You think you're dreaming?" The voice, loud and threatening, mirrored his thoughts. The boy jumped, climbing out of what he thought was a bed, only to enter a complete freefall into blackness. Lukas flailed, screaming as loudly as his young lungs would allow. Suddenly, another voice entered, but it wasn't directed at the young Norwegian.

"Germania! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Suddenly, the boy felt himself being caught, though he was still floating in nothingness. "Oh, my poor baby, are you okay?"

"You're spoiling the boy, Britannia." The first voice scolded, but it was met by what seemed to be swears in a language Lukas did not comprehend. Suddenly, two figures appeared. One was that of a man, the other of a woman. The latter was tall, with long blond hair and menacing green eyes. He wore a scowl, and what appeared to be battle armor. The former was only a few inches shorter, with strawberry blonde hair and kinder green eyes. She wore a dress made of an earthy, light green fabric, with a brown belt and silver belt buckle. Shrieking, Lukas tried to scoot away, but he felt himself fall yet again. The woman, whom he had decided was Britannia, lurched forward and grabbed his hand, pulling the young boy back onto the invisible platform.

"Lukas, sweetheart, please. You must listen to us. Time is dire, we don't have any to waste." With that last statement, she cast a glare in Germania's direction. The man's scowl faded into a faint hint of a smirk, and he looked away. Terrified, Lukas stared at the blackness beneath him, on the verge of tears.

"Are you going to kill me? Please, just get it over with! But leave Svar alone! And my other roommates! You can kill the Bat's pet, but that's it!" Lukas pleaded, gazing up at Britannia.

"I'm not going to hurt you, my child." Britannia hugged him closer, stroking his hair. "Though you're not my flesh and blood, I consider you one of my children. And I love you. And so does Mr. Grouch over there." Germania scoffed, disappearing into the darkness.

"You're... my mother?" Lukas looked more confused than ever. "There's no way... my parents died in a fire... that's why I'm at this place. They're testing the orphans for being witches, and if they are, they're going to kill us. Right?"

"Please, darling, you have to listen to me. I'll explain everything later. But I need you to wake up." Britannia frowned.

"Wake up? I'm not asleep, am I?" Suddenly, Britannia moved forward, shoving the boy of the invisible platform and into the darkness. Immediately, Lukas began to shriek again.

"Darling! You have to wake up!"

Lukas snapped awake. Across the room, Vladimir was sitting up, pressed against the wall, crying. "Vladimir? Did you have a dream too?" The younger boy looked over at him, nodding.

"Lukas, it was so awful! I was just... falling! And then this man showed up and said he was my father, and pushed me off into... I don't even know! Space!" Drago was fluttering around her master, letting out small eeks.

"We need to go talk to Arthur," Lukas decided, standing and setting off towards the door. Vladimir seemed frozen in place. "Oh, for God's sake." Lukas growled, pulling Vladimir from his ever-frozen spot on the bed. The two of them stepped out into the living room, where the mysterious figures appeared once more, this time sitting on the couch.

"Oh God, I'm still dreaming." Vlad whimpered, turning and trying to run back into the other room. Lukas snatched him by his shirt and holding him in place.

"You're not dreaming." Arthur stepped into the room, offering Britannia and Germania some tea.

"What is this?" Lukas demanded, his voice and face stoic and calm as always. "Who are you, and why are you here?"

"Well, my dear Norway, we have a lot of explaining to do," Suddenly, Lukas and Vladimir were on the other side of the couch, facing Britannia and Germania. "I think it's best if you explain, Germania."
***

Do you believe in magic?

Of course. It's a wicked element, that only wickeder people can wield properly. That is why they must be burned at the stake.

"Magic. An element that sends most of Europe into a tizzy. It was an entity that no one really understands, except for those who claim to be able to utilize it. Something shrouded in mystery, something that no one wants to deal with- that is the epitome of magic." Germania explained, pacing in front of the couch. The trio had long since sat down, with Britannia sitting on the couch's arm, next to Arthur.

"I don't understand what this has to do with us, Germani-" The older man turned to glare at Arthur, who promptly shut his mouth.

"You are not humans." The three boys started to speak again, but Germania raised his hand to silence them. "You - as well as Britannia and I - are Nations. You are the countries where you were born. Everything you do, every decision you make, affects hundreds of thousands of people. At the moment, Britannia and I are looking after your people while you are at this school."

Romania pet Drago, looking puzzled. "Why didn't you send the other nations? I heard Germany was pretty strong."

"Romania." Germania pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing. "If you don't want me to smash your face, I suggest you shut up until I'm finished talking." Romania's eyes widened, and he didn't speak again. "You represent the three sections of Europe- North Europe, Western Europe, and Eastern Europe." He gave a pointed look towards Lukas, then Arthur, then Romania.

"What about Southern Europe?" Lukas asked. Germania growled, and moved to strike him, but Lukas stopped his arm short, glaring right back at Germania. "What about Southern Europe?" Germania's eyes widened, surprised by the young nation's inherent strength.

"That is Rome's territory," Germania said with a sigh. "We cannot interfere with his children."

"Why is it so vital that we absorb these skill sets? What implications does it hold for our populations?" Arthur asked aloud. Britannia looked down at her only true-blooded son with pride; he was already talking like a well-versed British gentleman.

"Magic is a terrifying element," Britannia began, standing and starting to pace as well, "nonetheless it is an element that needs to be controlled. You three show the most promise of any nation, as well as being the heads of your respective sides of Europe. You must learn how to control your powers, so that if the time ever comes that there is an attempted magic overthrow in Europe, you will be prepared."

"Is that likely to happen?" The boys glanced up (after Germania sat down they had all lowered their gaze to the floor), but by the time they did, Germania and Britannia had all but disappeared. The trio gazed at one another, still dazed.

"H-hello, Norway. England."

"Romania, Norway."

"England. Romania."

The trio tested out the newfound names, with the realization that they held responsibility far greater than they could have ever imagined. In the distance, Arthur heard Britannia's faint voice. "When your training is over, your memories will be erased. You will never remember the time you spent at the Maegi School of Magic, nor will you remember each other." It seemed as if the other two boys hadn't heard her.

"So, Bat. I guess you're a pretty powerful nation, huh? Still not more powerful than I am!" Norway's expression didn't change, nor did his voice, but somehow Romania got the hint that he was kidding, and stuck his tongue out at the older nation.

"Pfft, no way. I'm totally the strongest nation that ever lived, kid!" Romania snickered.

"Maybe the strongest kid that ever lived." Still, Norway's expression remained unchanged as he stood and walked into their room, Romania following close behind shouting, 'Calca che vacca!'. With a faint smile, Arthur decided to let them be and walked back to his own room to sleep.

I'll tell them later.

Drago- Derived from the Romanian word "Dragoste", which is love, as far as I know

Svar- Derived from the Norwegian word "Svart", meaning black, which also resembles the English word "Scar"; Svar is a black and white Sphynx with a long scar running down the right side of her face.

Calca che vacca- A Romanian "curse" that means "may you be trampled by the cow". I thought it was more appropriate than having young Romania spewing hardcore insults when he was just joshing.