The Four of the Earth
by meeeeeeeeeeee~
disclaiMER:I do not own Hetalia,Maximum Ride, the cactual ountry of Latvia, the Latvia of Hetalia, the laws of gravity….I don't own a lot of things.
(A/N):For any who care, I'm sorry that I haven't updated Embracing Freedom yet, but this story idea was amazing!I had to!I will update Embracing Freedom when I get home cuz ya see, I'm on vacation in Florida!I already started chapie~ four at home and I didn't want to start completely over on the laptop I'm using now(It's my aunt's). I will go back home to good old home on .Eight hours in a car with my me luck...
WARNING: A Latvia...And a crazy Latvia fangirl authoress who will go crazy if other fangirls try to take him away...*Dark aura*I mean it...
Chapter 1:Da Intro~
All was quiet in Russia's house. Lithuania was cooking dinner, while Estonia and Latvia were busy cleaning the dining room. Everything was as it usually was…Except for Russia's case. The nation,for some reason, was down in his old study room. Why was he down there?Let's find out…
The old, most-likely rotten door made an eerie creaking noise as it was pushed open by Russia. He gave a small sneeze at the sight of the dusty room conquered by many cobwebs.
Russia sighed in slight annoyance. He was hoping that the room wasn't in such a bad condition.I guess that's what he gets for neglecting the room for so many years. And so, Russia got to work.
A quick look around then small room showed what seemed like a desk and chair in one of the far corners of the room. The rest of the room was dedicated to a bunch of bookshelves. Ten in all.
Russia started on the desk and chair first. First, he cleared away the cobwebs that hung over the furniture like a sheet. Next, he retrieved his feather duster and cleaned the area of dust, revealing a fine,dark,polished wood desk with a matching chair. The desk also had some old ink bottles and snapped quills. Russia would have to replace them with a trip to the store later.
After a few hours of cleaning the floorboards, walls, and ceiling, Russia was finally ready to start on the bookselves.
The bookshelves took many hours. He had to pull out each individual book. Each book looked old with stiff, worn pages and rough covers. Some of them had even started to mold.
Russia placed the moldy books in a pile. He would see if he could save parts of them later. He swiftly cleaned the empty shelves of dust(and the occasional dead rat) and started to gentely place the other books back on the shelves. As he was putting them away,he noticed a certain book. It had a dark, green cover with a fancy spine that suggested that it was a quite expensive book. When opened, the book had surprisely well-preserved pages with llegible ink Russian letters. The title was slightly worn, but Russia was still able to read it.
It said Advanced Dark Magic Spells and Magical Methods in Russian.
Russia smiled in triumph. This was exactly the kind of thing he was looking for!
…Have you guessed his mission yet? This is no ordinary study room. This is Russia's old magical study room!
As years came and gone and new technology surfaced, Russia didn't really find a need for his old, Russian magic, but since England had been boasting about his skills for so long…Why not take another look?It could have a spell that would make the other countries become one with him.
…Okay back to Russia.
Our favorite, cold winter nation was busy flipping through the slightly wet pages, looking for a spell like the one I mentioned.
…So when I say that he smiled in his creepy way, you obviously don't need to know any details about what he found…
…but Imma do it anyway:P
The spell was known as the Control Spell.
A very advanced spell, whoever casts it has complete control over whoever he or she casts it on. This would be the perfect spell to make the others become one with him.
First, he will cast it on one person as a test…He'll cast it on Belarus to command her to stop stalking himXD.
To start, he needed to be closer to Belarus.
…You crazy?He ain't gonna do that!
However,he can cast a DNA Portal spell. With a sample of the person's DNA, the caster can cast a spell that shows an image of the person and his or her location. This spell is very powerful, which is why it requires a lot of energy and can only be used at a certain time:6:00(Why?Cuz it does!)
Which is why our favorite Russian is downstairs in a giant chalk circle in the middle of the room, setting up the spell.
However, he would need a few special items to cast the first spell.
Opening up one of the small drawers of the desk, Russia found four beautiful gems: a sapphire, an emerald, a ruby, and a diamond. Each gem was the size of his fist and oval shaped. They seemed to slightly radiate a well-hidden power.
Russia understood that his strength alone wouldn't be enough to cast the complex spell, so he was using the few remaining Magic Stones he found while cleaning. Magic Stones are one of the few substances that can carry magic reserves without burning up, making them valuable and irreplaceable to magic users. What made them even more valuable was that Russia had Stones that were magically connected. They each represented a part of the Earth. The diamond, in all of its regal, crystal beauty, stood for the snowy tundra and mountains. The sapphire,the color of the darkest blue, represented the rain,lakes,oceans, and other water bodies. The ruby, a deep, fiery crimson, symbolized the red, bare earth, deserts, lava, and magma. The emerald, an ostentatious viridian, stood for the forests of the Earth and the lives they provide for.
He carefully placed each stone on certain points just outside the circle:the diamond on the northern part, the sapphire on the eastern part, the emerald on the western part, and the ruby on the southern part.
Then, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a small baggie. He unzipped the baggie and carefully removed a small piece of hair, Belarus's hair to be exact. It was found on one of Russia's pillow after that one morning when Russia woke up and she was right next to him…I'm getting off topic. Aren't I?
Anyway, the hair strand was placed delicately on a pillow in front of Russia in the center of the circle.
The preparations were done. It was time to start.
Russia began to softly chant the spell(Did I mention it was in Russian?) and the lamps that he brought down during his cleaning dimmed. As the lights dimmed, the four gems each started to glow their respective colors.
The air in front of Russia began to shimmer and soon form a visible image of Belarus as she slept in her bed(I don't know why she's asleep!She just is!).
The DNA Portal Spell worked. Now, it was time to cast the Control Spell.
Russia's chant changed as he started the new spell, but he still changed back and forth between chants to maintain the Portal Spell.
It seemed to go well. Belarus began to twitch and frown in her sleep as the spell was taking effect.
…Ah.C'mon readers! You should know that it wouldn't stay all perfect like this forever!
Something peculiar began to happen to the gems. Instead of strongly glowing their own colors, they began to flicker between the colors black and white as if the sacred magical pieces were in an internal struggle.
The image of Belarus dissolved as the Portal Spell failed.
Eyes closed during the chanting, Russia finally opened his eyes just as the image faded. He stared in shock at the unusual flickering gems. In his shock, he stopped chanting.
Big mistake.
POV:Latvia(Mode:Imma try First-Person)
The stairs creaked as I walked down them. Lithuania told me that dinner was ready and that I should go get , I couldn't help but feel slightly upset. He knows how much Russia likes to pick on me, but when I saw how busy he and Estonia were with preparing dinner, I realized that it was probably for the best.
Creak.The stairs creaked again and this time I couldn't hold back my scared shudder. You would think that, after living with Russia for so long, I wouldn't be so afraid. How scary could one man be?
You obviously haven't met, let alone lived, with Russia.
The stairs, once again, creaked as I continued down the long staircase, eventually stopping on Russia's basement floor.
I couldn't help but wonder…Why is Russia down here?
I have only been down here once, but I know the layout of this floor fairly well. It was a story underground and simply had a short hallway. The hallway had a variety of locked doors that held a lot of who-knows-what. There were eleven rooms. There were five on the right side of the hallway, five on the left, and one door at the very end. In the dim light of the lights along the ceiling, I could see that the door at the end looked freshly polished compared to the other dusty doors. Then again, Russia did keep coming upstairs to get cleaning supplies, since 1:00(Neo:You are probably wondering why dinner took that long to make?...Just go with it! Russia likes a well-prepared meal!). I felt more curiosity arise in me. What was he up to?
As quiet as a mouse, I walked slowly to the door.
When I made it halfway down the hallway( Neo: This is fun to say!...This is a moodkiller isn't it?), I began to hear…chanting…in Russian…being spoken by a Russian…known as Russia(Neo:That's also fun to say!*shot*). My shaking began to kick in. Dangit!I was trying so hard to get rid of that!Why must I always do this when I get into a twenty meter radius of Russia?
Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the chanting stop abruptly…Creepy…
Still slightly shaking, I forced myself forward.
C'mon . ..You can do it,Raivis . ..Russia has never hurt you, so he won't hurt you now…right?
My shaking was even worse by the time I reached the door. All was suspiciously quiet.
Ba-dump. heart seemed to be in danger of bursting out of my chest.
Almost robotically, I reached for the door knob and grasped it, causing it to shake along with me.
I blinked. Oh right. I should knock first. Tentatively, I raised my arm to knock on the door.
Three quiet knocks sounded in my ears.
No answer…Wait was that wind?
I narrowed my eyes slightly and I carefully put my ear to the door…Yes, that was wind.I could hear a slight howling wind coming from the room.
…As much as I hated it, I had to go in there.
…But I'm scared...
This is different from all the other times I was scared in this house. All of those fears were Russia. This fear is based on something totally different…more like…supernatural.
I was shocked out of my pondering by the door opening slowly.
I looked down in confusion. Apparently, I subconsciously turned the knob while I was busy thinking.
The sound of the wind was much clearer now. Full of fear, but fueled by curiosity and wavering courage, I pushed open the door the rest of the way.
I should not have done that.
I barely had a moment to scream.
(A/N):Ohonhonhon~Ze cliff'anger is cruel,non? Ze story is interesting, non?
LOL.I try to be funny~Imma not sure if it's working...Anyway,REVIEW!JUST KNOW THAT LITTLE LATVIA IS MINE!AS IN NOT OWNERSHIP WISE BUT FANGIRLISM WISE!
Hasta pronto personas~~~~~
-Ze Great Und Awzome Neo-chan