Well this is just some things you might need to know for the story! I might include them or put them somewhere so, yeah! ~Emz
Name of the Plant; Description; Magical Properties
Berberifolia, Blue; One small grow alone flower; Potion gives protection from harm.
Berberifolia, Yellow; One small grow alone flower; Strengthens lightning spells/charms.
Berberifolia, Pink; One small grow alone flower; Healing potion for small-moderate wounds.
Impatience; Red berries grown in groups at the high branches of a Oleander Tree; Slows down blood flow and calm the nervous system.
Oleander Tree; Skinny white tree that grows Impatience; Good to create Strength Charms from
I forgot if I did a disclaimer. Well I don't own Hetalia, witch crafting, or these flowers, prequel or first chapter! That was all by their original owners! Done~!
Chapter 1
It was a rather chilly afternoon at the end of September. A strong wind was rushing through the trees tearing leaves from their places and scattering them to the ground. I was coming back from a walk in the forest to gather herbs and berries and just on the edge of the forest when I saw the large white van. A red stripe with the words Howl's Moving Company written in fancy lettering ran down the middle of the sides. It stopped in front of the house next to mine, which had been vacant for quite some time, with a loud screeeeeech. I turned to see the small Fae that had been following me cover their ears and disappear into the forest behind me. I pushed my bag behind me slightly and headed through my backyard to the porch. The porch was safety. I had put oils around the porch to form a protective shield which would react to any unwanted things.
Of course luck was not on my side. The doors of the van opened and a golden blur headed right towards me in a matter of seconds and I was pushed to the ground.
"Hey!" I shouted flailing my arms and legs, "Get off!"
I heard something rushing towards me and soon the weight on my chest was gone. I wiped my now soaked face with the back of my hands and looked up.
I met a pair of dazzling deep blue eyes. "Hi!" The owner of said eyes exclaimed with a large grin on his face.
"Good afternoon." I pushed myself up and huffed in an annoyed way.
"Sorry about that." He said, "He's friendly, promise."
I looked down seeing the golden blob that had ran into me, or rather a dog now that I could see it clearly. It was rather large, coming up to my thighs, with long yellow hair and large brown eyes.
"I'm Alfred, by the way. Alfred F Jones." He held out his hand.
"Arthur Kirkland." I said and politely grabbed his hand.
He looked at my house. "So Arthur, you live here?" he asked.
I nodded looking around for my bag which I had dropped. "Looks like we'll be neighbors!" He exclaimed happily and much too loudly.
I grit my teeth. "Don't get too excited. No one stays in that house for long." I informed.
He shrugged as if it meant nothing. "Hey you look around the same age as me." He observed.
"I'm sixteen." I said quickly. Why in the world was I telling him so much? This guy was a complete stranger yet I was telling him everything about me.
I found my bag and slung it across my chest once more. "Cool, I just turned fifteen in July."
"Lovely." I rolled my eyes not really caring. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do." It was better to leave now before I dug myself into a deeper hole and told him more about me.
"Oh… OK." He said. Was he sad? "I'll see yah later though, right? Maybe we can hang out once we're all moved in?"
"Sure." I said not intending to actually spend any more time with him than was necessary.
I turned around quickly and walked back to the safety of my house responding with a quick wave when he called a goodbye. I slipped through the barrier and grabbed the round brass handle. I caught myself looking back at the boy with golden hair and blue eyes and inwardly cursed at myself. I shut the door rather violently and stomped through the hallway. Why was I so concerned with this boy? He would leave like all of the others, though maybe I'd let the family leave on their own this time. I walked up a flight of stairs to the second floor. I threw my dark green cloak onto a hook by the doorway in my bedroom and grabbed the bag of herbs I had set on the floor and a key I had hidden under the desk drawers. I pushed through neatly hung clothes in my closet and pushed it into a small slot towards the floor.
A door just tall enough for me to get through if I crouched swung inwards and I hurried into the hidden room.
"Arthur!" I heard a cheerful cry.
I smiled. "Hello, Flying Mint Bunny." I greeted the creature.
"What are you doing, Arthur?" it asked as it followed me around the room.
I twisted open a cap and put some waxy leaves into it. "Just putting away some herbs, have you seen the Fae anywhere? They're usually around."
"I think that they got scared off earlier." It informed.
I continued to do what I needed to around the dusty room as I talked with my friend. "What by that truck earlier?" I asked. The Fae were inside, they had nothing to worry about. Why would they hide from it?
The bunny-like creature shrugged. "Alright, will you go try and find them? I need their help planting some Berberifolia."
The bunny flew off in search of the Fae and I was left to the room myself. It was a small room with a dark wooden floor. In the center of the room I had drawn a large magic circle with chalk. Crates filled with glass jars litter the space by the walls and shelves. In the corner there was a small bookshelf filled with books that seemed as if they could explode at any moment. There binding was simply two pieces of wood on either side and held together with small bits of rope or string. They were my notes. Pictures were glued sloppily onto some pages with others had diagrams I had drawn. They covered things such as the magical creatures I had come across and what to do or not to do with herbs. Which spells were strong and good for fighting and which had a delayed reaction of two to three months. Which ingredients did nothing when mixed together and which created a fiery explosion which ended in the making of a very large (as well as very angry and very hungry) fire lizard. A chair and lamp were to the left of the bookshelf while a stone fire place and kettle sat a ways to its right. All together the room had a homey feeling to me, although it was the place I spent the most time in other than the pond by the woods.
I picked up a sandy colored wand from a table next to the chair and bookshelf and twirled it. I could feel the soft hum of approval inside of the apple wood. I gave it a quick flick and the dust disappeared from the windowsill, the pillow on the chair fluffed itself up and sat down neatly on the chair, and the books rearranged themselves into proper alphabetical order. Grinning in satisfaction I headed out of my now clean hidden room and into through the rest of the house where the floors were swept and things put themselves neatly away. By the time that everything had been cleaned and put away, the house was becoming dark. With a flick of my wand, I turned on a few lights before deciding that it would be best to settle in for the night. After all, I did have school in the morning.
Well the next chapter will be my work. It might be posted tomorrow. I hope *sighs* I don't know. Oh and my lock screen is a picture of America in a princess ball gown. I love what I find on Google…..
Fun Fact: Staying awake for 17 hours is the same for your body as drinking 2 glasses of wine.
Are you calling me an alcoholic? D: I am not France, or England, or Russia!
