And yet another Hetalia fic. Hopefully this will be good.

Summary: Renatus Magi- The reincarnated spirits of characters in various fairytales who have the capability to control magic. Different people get possessed with these spirits each 100 years, and there are at least a 100 of them scattered across the globe. Some wishes to not use their powers and simply become human, while others are not so like that. Alfred F. Jones, a 19-year-old College going student from Washington, never knew he was going to get muddled in these state of affairs when he realized that he, is the next Peter Pan.

Pairings? Might not be the main focus here in this story, but um…. may think about more as the story progresses.

Chapter 1 – Lovino Vargas, Renatus of the Sorcerer's Apprentice

Location: St. Gallen-Altenrhein Airport, Switzerland.

Time: 13:50

"They're here. I've spotted them."

A rather conspicuous-looking brunette that one might have actually mistaken for a mafia member because of his appearance and actions, spoke in a hushed tone to himself - or so it looked. He stood very still on a busy pathway, on which several people walked by to reach their designated gateways, as if he was in no hurry at all. Even though he was standing absolutely still and had a suspicious demeanor, few people glanced at his way. It was almost as if he was invisible.

He was almost certainly Italian; one could recognize it by his facial features and by hearing his noticeable accent, no matter how low his voice was. He wore a stern face that implied the seriousness of his mission he was about to set to.

Frowning when he realized that there was no response to his statement, he gently touched his ear, where now you could see a tiny microphone attached to his lobe like an earring. He fixed it by moving it gently to a spot where he could hear more.

"Natalya?" He inquired.

There was a slight crackling before a cold, Russian-accented female voice answered his uncertainty.

"I'm here, you idiot. Have you found them?" Her voice sounded impatient.

"Si." He nodded in positive and turned his sight almost instinctively to the row of seats reserved for passengers that overlooked the aerodrome. His view fixed on a pair of unobtrusive, blond-haired siblings that looked almost exactly like the other. The only difference is that the younger one was almost one foot shorter than her elder brother, and had a bit more reserved feminine features. The elder one, sporting on a frown that clearly mentioned trouble to anyone who dared to interfere in their matters, kept himself entertained with a book that was written in German.

Lovino Vargas smiled; not the one you'd show when you receive a big piece of chocolate cake, but just the one that a carnivore would reveal when approaching its prey. He absentmindedly touched the microphone hidden in his ear, earning a string of Russian swears by the female at the other end to knock it off.

"Will you go in and take them already or should I come in there and whip your ass to do so?!"

Lovino glared at the lady-like comment he just heard from his female counterpart. He hummed in response and, after a very long while, moved from the place he was standing earlier and walked towards the direction of the two siblings he had mentioned before.

Lili Zwingli absentmindedly twirled her locket between her slender fingers, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her brother, aged twenty-two, and no longer appreciative about the fact that 14-year-old Lili should be left to fend for herself in their large manor in southern Vaduz, decided to take her with him, where he was working in London, and where no one would bother about her. Hearing the sudden exclamation from her brother was a bit of a shock to her, but, ever since their parents had died when they were young, her brother's word was word.

She had no wish whatsoever to go away from her family estate, from where she grew up and which held so many fond memories. She complied silently, but she couldn't say she was wholly sad at the decision. She longed to see Britain ever since she was young, and it almost seemed like a dream come true.

But she had no comment; wherever her brother's presence was, it was home to her.

Closing her thoughts on the place she was about to go, she diverted her attention towards her rather strange locket that was of the form of a bread roll, which now seemed oddly brighter and emitted some sort of a low pitch sound. A slight frown marred the smoothness of her forehead as she contemplated the matter. The phenomenon was rather…. queer, as she never recalled seeing the locket move, lest emit some sort of sound. And the fact that it happened so suddenly added to her suspicion.

Almost on an impulse, she happened to look up. The sunglass-wearing conspicuous Italian, who Lili concluded to be part of the Mafia, was looking at her from a distance with a smug face. She turned her head to the opposite direction, wanting to avoid his persistent gaze on her and to hide her growing blush. Her locket was now shaking vigorously that one might've actually thought it was in the middle of an earthquake.

And just then, with no warning, Lovino started to walk, heading towards the passenger seats where they sat. That really took Lili by surprise, and an ominous feeling of danger began filling her senses. Her heartbeat rose as she clutched her brother's sleeve in confusion and fear, causing the latter to draw his attention from the book to his beloved sister.

"What… What is it, Lili?"

Before Lili could reply, a shadow blocked the sunlight. Vash Zwingli, confused and angry at the person who had caused it, lifted his head up so he could deliver a few telling offs at him. What met his eye was not the face of the person he had expected to see there or anywhere in his life.

He paled. There, standing in front of him, with a smug face, was none other than the wizard, Lovino Vargas, who was known for his uncontrollable magic and deadly curses at anyone who displeases him. The Swiss man wanted to avoid him at all costs, and that even was why he wanted to take Lili out of Liechtenstein in the first place, so that he wouldn't find her. If he was to find her, he knew he would take her to his leader where she'll suffer the same fate as that which is written for that American, Alfred F. Jones.

"Vargas…." He remarked in a low voice.

Lovino tipped his hat gently in response to his acknowledgment.

"Long time no see, Hansel…" He drawled, earning a look of horror from the other's face. Lili's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she looked from her brother to the Italian man consecutively. 'Hansel?' She thought. Why did that mafia person address her brother as Hansel? His name was Vash, not Hansel! And how on Earth did her brother know this Mafia person? Was there something they were hiding?

Lovino's gaze then drifted apart from the Swiss man to his little sister. He eyed her with interest, and suddenly touching her hand with no warning, took it gently to his lips and kissed it.

Her older brother was positively shocked, angry, infuriated and puzzled at this show of emotion. If looks could kill, the Italian would have been incinerated then and there.

Lili felt almost as if the locket was about to fall off because of its intense vibration when he kissed her hand. Moreover, the sound it emitted was now as high as the drone of a bee. She gulped. Something was most definitely wrong, and her brother was most definitely hiding something that could potentially harm the both of him.

"Sorry if I startled you, but it's a way of showing respect to a young lady when you meet her, signorina Grete…."

His sentence was cut off by a pair of hands landing heavily and unceremoniously on the Italian's necktie, lifting him from the ground. The next thing Lovino saw was the angry eyes of Vash Zwingli, whose face clearly spoke of murder. Lovino had to admit, it scared him a little, but he managed to regain his smug face.

"Keep away from my little sister, you filthy monster." The Swiss man's voice was dangerously low.

Lovino smiled again before taking on a darker facial tone. His eyes narrowed dangerously, his lips took the form of a sneer. Vash was taken aback.

"You do know that I wouldn't come alone to pick up you two for Dracul?"

He remarked in a casual tone.

Vash's eyes widened as soon as he heard him out, and his eyes darted instinctively all over the place to see if he was indeed true. His worst suspicions were clarified, he was there for them. There might be his cronies somewhere, possibly that Russian Frankenstein, or that German Pied Piper or perhaps even that Belarusian girl who claimed she was the wielder of the Vorpal Blade.

"You can't see them…., yet." The other said calmly, seeing Vash's actions, "There is a highly magical field that envelops them, which is of course conjured by my magic, and that prevents the inferior race called humans, from being seen by us."

Before Vash could say or react to what he said, Lovino raised his left arm and positioned his middle finger and thumb in a way one would realize he was about to snap his fingers. Suddenly a wand came into existence in between the small space between his fingers.

"One spell, Vash. That's all it'll take to destroy you, your precious baby sister, and the whole entire airport. That's right. We'll escape unharmed, but since you're just a poor Renatus that has no control over destructive magic, you would possibly die, or even if in the slightest chance that you did survive, you can't escape. I've gotten it all planned out, haven't I?" Lovino smiled victoriously over the two horror-stricken siblings.

"Now…. Why don't we do this in a peaceful manner and come with us if you want your lives?" He pressed again and brought his hand forward as a gesture of non-violence.

Vash looked at the Italian's extended hand and his younger sister one after the other. Lili looked absolutely petrified and her eyes figuratively yelled at her brother to run away from there. To her horror, Vash took his arm and stood up, straightened his posture and took a long breath.

"Ausfuhren. Zetzt." He commanded in a low voice, which came out like a whisper.

"Was?" Came the baffled reply.

"Aufstehen." That definitely didn't help answer Lili's doubt as to why he was instructing her to take such a rash decision now. Nevertheless, she did as she was told, and stood up, and slowly approached by his side. Lovino looked at them with a sly smile on his face.

"Buono." The Italian remarked, "Most definitely a wise decision… I was rather hoping that I would have to release my magic so I can watch those pathetic humans writhe in pain, but I had always had this incessant mania in spilling blood once begun so…"

Vash and Lili never got to hear him finish his sentence, because as soon as he turned his back on them and began his rant, the German siblings had taken to their heels and were running as fast as could towards the first gateway they saw. As soon as Lovino realized that something was odd, he stopped abruptly and turned behind; and much to his assumptions and disapproval, he spotted them running as fast as they can to the nearest gateway, away from him.

"Merda." He swore slightly under his breath, before his pupils grew dark and he levitated in the air. He raised his arms and yelled with all his might.

"Compadres! Emerge, as we are forced to take the drastic step…. Kill! Ravage! Don't show any mercy to the siblings who dared to defy us!"

As soon as the Italian had said those words, dark magic began to fill the airport and the sky began to turn dark and tempestuous. People started to panic at the sudden phenomenon of change in the atmosphere, and a few shouts and screams were heard in the background. Almost as if on cue, three strong dark magic forces began emerging out of nowhere, which such energy and power that it nearly shook the Earth and threw the panicking people off their feet from the floor. It progressed with such rapidity and pushed past people nearly knocking them from their alarmed stride, before they touched the floor to take the forms of two human males and a female.

After they transfigured into seemingly human forms, the albino German magus, who had been the first to transfigure himself into a human, smirked in victory at his 2 other companions who took the forms of a silver-haired Belarusian maga and a blonde Polish magus a bit while later.

"Told'cha that stupid Swiss won't agree to Ludwig's mess."

The Belarusian raised her nose in a haughty manner. "I actually thought he was going to agree to surrender to Ludwig. Well, whatever. Let's finish this in the way he wanted and get back home. Ivan still hasn't agreed to marry me and that's left me in a foul mood."

The Polish man waved at his friend in annoyance. "Gosh, Nat. You're, like, totally, like, such a party-pooper. It's been, totally like, ages since I've been to Earth and I wanna have some fun! Right, Gilbert?"

The German rolled his eyes hearing his reference to the statement made by the other magus. "Whatever. If Vash wants to have this the hard way, so be it. Let's kill."

And saying that, with an evil glint in his eye, Gilbert Beilschmidt cracked his knuckles, leapt forward and, producing destructive magic in both his hands as if it was something he had done for a very long time and he's got used to it, targeted towards a large crowd with a particularly large shrieking ability. Natalya rolled her eyes before leaping away to try and look for that Vash so they can capture him and make him surrender with force before their clan leader.

The people were bewildered beyond measure. To them, the storm that now wrapped the whole atmosphere of the airport had erupted suddenly with no convincing reason and dark magic forces were erupting out of nowhere. To them, they couldn't perceive what or who had caused these baffling calamities. At each blow of Dark Magic, hundreds of people died at its contact.

Natalya levitated in the air a bit more, circling each gateway to make sure Vash and his little sister couldn't escape, but she couldn't find them. Fire erupted from her right side, startling her from her thoughts, but she calmed down realizing that it was caused by the handiwork of Feliks trying to help Gilbert on ruining the whole place. She wished they were a bit more discreet. 'The people couldn't seem them, but still…'

Lili Zwingli couldn't believe what was happening to the once-calm airport. Destruction on a massive scale was taking place all because her brother defied and escaped from that Mafian-looking Italian. 'What business had he with them, anyway?' She thought apprehensively, 'Hmm, maybe bruder wasn't completely honest with me…'

Before she could take in the various events that were happening in an alarmingly swift rate, Lili felt her arm being tugged by her brother, motioning her to safety. She could remember another race against time to save their lives, running through broken floors, dodging attacks, and passing victims of the horrible tragedy. Eventually, avoiding being noticed by Natalya's ever-present, watchman-like alert gaze, led them to the only single gateway that was open.

It was one that led to a flight for Washington, and was about to leave now. Amongst the pandemonium and confusion, the ticket checking people had already left, and Vash and Lili made a run for the flight, temporarily convincing the air hostesses that they had a ticket by flashing their British Airlines tickets for a second in front of them, and both bagged a seat.

As soon as they sat and made themselves a bit comfortable by reassuring each other that they won't find them here, the flight began to move. Vash never felt more relieved in his life when her felt the flight take off, and briefly took a glance from the window towards the airport to see what was happening. The fire had spread to the whole of the building now, even making its way towards one or two airplanes. The storm was worsening, and he knew that was a sign of Lovino's wrath in not finding him.

Lili felt her brother's growing uneasiness and placed a hand on his shoulder. Vash smiled at her in return, but she could say he was still afraid. He loved her sister very much, and couldn't possibly fathom the future if anything had happened to her.

Although they could say that for the time being, they were safe, they knew that ultimately they will have to find some place to hide as it will only be a matter of time before they resume their hunt for them.

Suddenly, the 14-year-old Swiss girl lightly placed her hand on her locket out of impulse.

It was pulsating rapidly.

"Ausfuhren. Zetzt" - Run. Now. (German)

"Was?" - What? (German)

"Aufstehen." - Get up. (German)

"Buono." - Good. (Italian)

"Merda." - Dammit. (Italian)

And for a light introduction, magus is the masculine term for a magic-manipulator, and maga is the female term.

That is all my lovelies~! I'll be updating soon.