Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I don't own any dragons either, sadly, but if you can obtain some make sure they ain't endangered or some shit like that k?

There is something about old stone buildings that make one feel as if they were the being watched and scrutinized. After all, you only pass through it a few brief times, but it has seen the seasons pass, and the cycle of birth, life and death by murder from particularly pesky psychopaths. It drips with being; full of romance, hidden corners and damp grime. Trysts with lovers would be difficult here, for the walls have eyes of their own, so a particular unpleasant sense of voyeurism would hang. After all, long halls provided excellent acoustics, and echoes seemed to be the only gossip old wooden doors ever heard nowadays. Sound carried easily, and god knows what sort of people were waiting on the other side.

Old stone buildings were generally tread through with a certain reverence and caution, like a botanist through a garden.

So the confident smacking of a well polished heel on the grey granite ground seemed like a sort of impudence to the building, but the young man had places to be, so he had to be forgiven. A strange curl of a satellite bounced violently near to his nape, even more vigorously so to keep up with his pace.

Lukas Bondevik hated being ruffled, but he also hated waking up on time. He also hated that he only had time for less than a quarter of a coffee before he remembered this meeting and that he forgot to pour it in a cup to savour along the way.

(Not that he had much time to- any longer and they'd start without him, and that would annoy him even further. He also noted that this would result in some sort of backlash from his mental state later, and he'd probably start hissing and cussing at everything in approximately half an hour. Sufficient caffeine was as important as oxygen for his functions.)

He wound around a corner, approaching an unremarkably plain wooden door with spiralled groves on the knob, and tucked in a stray strand of hair behind his ear before entering. It creaked obnoxiously, like most old doors, and you could just smell the dirty in the room, dim, stacked with broken tables and cupboards. There were fond memories of this place, in the days where he would sneak in here after everyone had returned to their dorms. Across the room stood a figure, his back turned on Lukas. A pregnant pause hung in the air, like so many of the other strange scents in the old classroom.

"I take it you were spending too much time with Matthias last night?" An exotic accent asked with scarcely hidden glee.

"I'd rather spend time with you at night, my dear." He replied, slipping all the snark he could in a statement cooly delivered.

The other man in the room set his little oil lamp down, turned around and patted the dust off the front of his coat. He grinned cheekily, eerily sharp canines out of place on a boyish face that would have otherwise been a favourite amongst pre-pubescent girls.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

"And now you're back, Vladmir Lupei."

The young Dragonmaster tossed a pair of leather gloves across the room to the seasoned Summoner. He winked at Lukas before cranking a lever hidden as one of the classroom table legs. The wall behind him trembled, and belched the scent of damp, stony dungeon as it moved open to reveal a passage way guarded with glittering carvings of scales, waves and tendrils.

"One more left. Arthur's waiting in the nursery."

"And as you can see, this baby's just started teething- oh no, no don't do that." Vladmir flinched as the infant pygmy dragon heaved out a little stream of heat up his neck. He pet the flying scaleball with his gloved finger, letting it rest on his shoulder and purr contentedly.

Lukas quirked an eyebrow when the dragon hissed at him instead, screeching rather pathetically. Still, he was a sucker for cute things, like little brothers and hair pins and sailor suits. He tapped a foot impatiently as the two of them waited for Arthur to get out of the toilet. It was a surprisingly clean and well maintained toilet, despite being underground and barely used. Alright, they cheated- there was magic involved, but only to a certain extent.

Arthur, ever so poised, stepped out of the toilet with a sweep of his cape, a little horned creature quickly zipping under it. It clopped around him excitedly, and reached to poke his eyebrows with it's forehorn as he bent down to pick it up. Of course it would be curious about them, considering how majestically thick they were- he'd never tried waxing or spell reversal, even after all these years.

"Well, gentlemen. Now that I'm done cleaning up, I think it's time for me to tell you why I've called you back on a Saturday morning."

"Let me guess- Francis is barricading you from your kitchen again. He only means the best, you know." Lukas dryly added, picking his (well-manicured) fingernails.

"The cooking jokes are getting a little old don't you think?"

"Yeah there's loads of things to make fun of you of, like how sweater vests are your protection from any pretty girls-"

A pen ceremoniously flew onto Vladmir's face.

"Wow, classy."

And one onto Lukas', but he managed to duck and dodge. Arthur rubbed his temples, short temper ready to burst any vein of his. This is probably why he doesn't get along with that brother of his, he noted mentally, then again, I don't get along with that brother of his either.

"So we've gotten a case."

"...We're magicians, stop reading so much Sherlock." Vladmir snickered.

Arthur, suddenly feeling all smug and witty, replied, "It's not so much to do with British memorabilia than to do with Japanese cult horror, boys-" (Oh how he relished using that word,)"we've got fifty grand to earn and a lovesick ghost on our hands."

Questions were raised and baby dragons were confused, but the most pressing issue was really which coffee shop nearby the old university wing had the best caffeine, for the boys had much catching up to be done.

And for them, the fun had just begun.

Authors Note:

AU time yo! Vladmir Lupei will be the name I'm using for Romania in this one. Clearly a Magic Trio centric fic, but this AU would probably branch out into several different pairings wwww Regular updates aren't a promise, but I'll try to keep the chapters short and update at least twice a month?
Alternative titles to this are: Chickens sometimes attempt to be funny and write magical stuff and fails.