this popped into my head! I'm not a big comedy writer tbh, I can make my friends pee themselves in person with quick remarks, but writing, drama is usually my strong suit. however! this plot burrowed into my head and won't leave!

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia

This was all going horribly wrong.

Matthew really should have known better. He was just so sick of no one seeing him! He wanted to stand out and for once not hear "who are you?" or worse "America? why is your voice so quiet? ". Now he was stuck in this broom closet pouring over the old leather book.

Matt had been over at Arthur's a week prior. They were chatting and having a nice cup of tea, Matthew was just happy to be near his former guardian, finally earning some attention. But Matthew should have known better then to assume it was going well.

"You know Steven, you rarely ever come around the house! You should bring Zea next time."

Matts face had fallen. He looked nothing like Australia. His half brother nation had short brown hair, was shorter and had more muscle, his skin was tanned and almost glowed. They shared next to no similarities. Matt was tall and willowy, his hair was a light blonde with touches of red, His skin was pale and cool. But this wasn't exactly anything new...

He heaved a sigh "Arthur... I'm Matthew"

The brit raised his eye brows "Huh? Who-" then it dawn on him and his ear turned red. "Oh of course I knew that! sorry my boy! Too many names.. You understand."

Matthew had smiled and nodded. But it hurt.

On his way to the bathroom, Matthew passed Arthur's library. Sitting on the table amongst the piles of papers and do-dads, was an old leather bound book no larger then his outstretched hand. England had left one of his spell books out. Without much thought Matthew grabbed the book and pocketed it.

Matthew forgot about the book until he was back in his living room that night. he took off his coat and it fell out. Sighing Matthew bent over and picked it up. He sat on his couch and flicked through the old pages not really looking.

"I just wish they would notice me..."

The book seemed to vibrate at his voice and the pages started to turn on their own. It flew out of Matthews hands in shock as he clamored up onto the back of the couch . It hit the floor and kept turning until it landed on page 345, the words shimmered green then the book laid still.

Matthew eyed it wearily, but reached forward. He closed his shaking hands around it and brought it forward. Pushing his glasses up on his nose he read the green ink

"To See The Unseen"

He muttered it to himself. Huh... He read the text underneath. It was a spell to make something more noticeable! It was perfect! He placed the book carefully on the table and ran to the attic.

"Where is it!?"

He rummaged through box upon box until his finger clasped around a long thin piece of wood. he yanked it out.

"Aha!" he exclaimed in triumph.

In his hands was the wand Arthur had given him as a teen. When Arthur had given him and Alfred the wands the American had looked at him and said loudly "What am I suppose to do with a stick?"

The irritated looking Brit had grabbed Alfred's ear. "It's not a bloody stick you git! It's a wand!"

Alfred had rolled his eyes, earning another sharp tug. He protested loudly and the two had argued

"Magic isn't real you old-"

"You'll learn some respect while you live in this house or god help me-"

"you're just jealous that I'm-"

"That your what?! getting fat? loud? obnoxious? a moron?"

"yeah, well at least my eyebrows don't look like I chopped off a couple of squirrel tails and clue 'em there!"

They always argued like this. Matthew didn't really believe in magic either... But he had held onto the wand because it reminded him of Arthur.

Now he had a reason to try it. He was a bit more open minded these days, I mean a book opening it's self on your damn floor then glowing was pretty damn hard to ignore!

He quickly descended the stairs and dashed into the living room. Now... He had to get this just right...