Chapter one: The spell
A/N: I took a quiz to see what the hetalia characters would think of me and I it would make for an interesting story with my OC based off of what they thought of me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or England's spell, but Veronika is mine.
Third POV
It was 9:30 P.M. and Arthur Kirkland sat in his office, lonely and irritated; he had practically no friends and couldn't make any at all no matter how hard he tried, all he had was a book of powerful summoning spells... Then suddenly a light bulb turned on above his head as an idea struck his mind.
Grinning like a maniac, the United Kingdom ran downstairs to his basement aka magical lair, and grabbed a large, dusty spell book from an old bookshelf. Nearly falling to the ground from the weight of the book, he slammed the heavy thing down on a table covered in burnt down candles, glowing dust, and many other nameless objects used for the purpose of magic.
Flipping through the pages, he finally found the desired spell to summon a powerful force. He smirked and brought the book over to a large Faustian star on the ground, raised his hand, then began to recite the nonsense spell.
"Santo Rita Meeta Mater, Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon, Jack La Toya Janet Michael, Dumbledora The Explorer." England said earnestly as the star began to glow brightly. He moved his hand over the star to focus his magic further. The star glowed so brightly with sheer power that it exploded right in his face, forcing him to topple back a few feet.
Arthur coughed out some soot and wiped his face of even more of the black substance with a handkerchief from his pocket. Groaning in pain, he sat up and massaged his right shoulder which he had landed on. He suddenly gasped, 'Had the spell worked?' he quickly looked around the room, hoping it had, but there was nobody else in the room a part from himself.
Greatly disappointed, England sighed in defeat and slowly stalked back upstairs to sulk in his emo corne- I mean bedroom, then maybe have a drink of rum when he's done. Little did he no that the Faustian star was still glowing ominously with remaining power as a pale, slender arm shot out of the center and formed a tight fist with it's hand.
The next day.
The Axis powers and the Allied forces sat shouting, arguing, and some even trying to strangle one another, in the middle of yet another world meeting, Germany shouting at the top of his lungs in an attempt to silence the bickering countries.
When suddenly a small explosion erupted from the middle of the meeting table, forcing the meeting's occupants back by the impact. Quickly jumping to their feet, they drew every form of weapon known to man, including a white flag, a pipe, and a wok by you know who, ready to defend themselves in case of attack, but they nearly dropped them at what they saw...
In the middle of the mahogany table a large, green, fiery circle appeared, emitting a mini tempest that blew through everyone's hair and clothes as a tall, slender girl, clad in a corset and a black Victorian dress, arose from the center of the circle, with arms raised and hands glowing, she closed the blazing portal and gently floated down to the surface of the table, her long, strawberry blond hair parted to the right side and the left combed forward to cover half her pasty, white face.
Everyone in the room stared, wide-eyed and jaws hanging open, at the beautiful girl.
Germany was the first to speak, "Wh-who are you?!" he demanded, quickly taking up his rifle and aiming the weapon at her, but she did not answer. Simply brushed her hair back with her fingers, to reveal the other half of her lovely face, opened her eyes, and gazed around the room with those piercing, blue orbs, then turned her attention back to the blonde German and spoke in a calm monotonous voice, "I was summoned here to your world last night, my name is Veronika Rosenthal." she answered, walking towards him, still on the table, as she reached the edge, England and France were at her sides, both offering their hands to help her down whilst staring, entranced at her then quickly fixed their hair to look better.
Ludwig slowly lowered his gun and fixed his own hair when she was on the ground, "That name-" he began cautiously "It sounds like one from my own land."
"And what a gorgeous name it is, mon cheri." France winked at her, still holding her hand, caressing her soft fingers and inch-long, black, fingernails. "Thank you, Francis Bonnefoy." she thanked him, quickly pulling her hand away.
"How do you know my name?" the Frenchman questioned, slightly surprised. "Yeah, and where did you come from dudette?" America cut in, suddenly in-front of the girl. "And I thought I summoned a powerful force not a... very attractive young women." England finished somewhat awkwardly, blushing a little.
"I'm from Texas, Alfred F. Jones, I'm not your average girl, Arthur Kirkland, and I know every single one of you." Veronika answered all three of them.
"But how are you a powerful force?!" Arthur demanded, "Not that girls can't be powerful..."
"I'm a wizard, England." she chuckled lightly. "Oh, I understand now. What's your specialty?" he said, trying to be smooth when Germany cut in. "You two are insane! How could she be a wizard?!" he shouted in England's face. "Don't judge me for the things I do, Ludwig Beilschmidt, and I mastered every school of magic, England." Veronika smirked making her hands glow, different colors, with magic to show she was telling the truth.
"Germany, I want a pretty wizard lady on our team!" Italy pleaded, pulling on Germany's coat-sleeve.
"I agree, Mr. Germany." Japan added from the other side of the German.
"I summoned her!" argued, England "She should be on my team!"
"No way dude, why do you want her?" America laughed.
"She should join me because I'm the only one who could treat a lady right." said France, winking at the beautiful sorceress, making England smack him with the back of his hand.
"She will become one with Mother Russia, da?" Russia declared, blushing as he looked at the girl.
"She is a human being, aru!" scolded China "She should choose herself."
"That is a good idea, China." Japan nodded.
"Who would you rather be allied with, Ms. Rosenthal?" China asked her politely as every other nation looked to her expectantly and some pleadingly with a light blush on their cheeks (Japan, Italy, Russia, and England)
Veronika, whom had been intently watching the entire conversation spoke up, "Please, call me Veronika, Yao Wang and I couldn't possibly choose just one of you."
Veronika's POV
"You should totally join the Allies, Veronika." America suggested, putting an arm around my shoulders. "Oui, we insist." France agreed, wrapping an arm around my waist, making me blush and wriggle out of their grip.
Germany put a hand on my shoulder from behind, "Nein, If I do not allow her to join the Axis, Italy will cry all the damn night und never shut up!" he told them sternly when Japan cut in.
"Maybe she shourd stay a few days with arr of us one at a time too get to know us better, I think you are scaring her by forcing her to be arried with peopre she onry just met." he counseled. "Sounds alright to me, I'll spend two or three days with each member of the Allies in alphabetical order, then do the same with the Axis, I'll choose which team afterwards at your next world meeting." I quickly agreed with him before anybody could say anything against it, "That means you too, Canada." I finished, confusing the other nations as I looked over at Matthew Williams, who sat smiling peacefully at the end of the meeting table.
"Alright, and alphabetical order means: America goes first!" Alfred cheered, pumping his fist and running out the door whilst dragging me along with him by the wrist.
Third POV
Germany and England sighed, "Fine, that sounds fair enough." said Ludwig. "And whire she is visiting America we each have more time to pran what we can do to make her know we are the nations she wants to be arried with." Japan told him.
"Yes," Canada smiled, "I'm going to go get ready for her visit, since I am next after America." he whispered excitedly before running out the door as well.
"Did any of you hear something just now?" England questioned aloud, looking to the remaining nations who shook their heads.
"Maybe it was another one of your imaginary friends, aru" China crossed his arms as the Axis and the rest of the Allies left the room.
"Oui, why don't you go talk to them in private, black sheep of Europe?" France mocked, passing Arthur by.
"Shut up, Pepe Le pew!" England shouted, enraged.
A/N: Cute isn't it? Thank you for reading. The next chapter will be on Veronika's visit with America. Veronika is a German name if you use a k instead of a c and Rosenthal is a German name that means rose valley. Best of love!
