It's Magic

Chapter Two: Never Believe it's not so


Nikola groans as he plops down on his bed. It's been two weeks and he hasn't seen his roommate once. Seriously, not once. Despite this lack of seeing one another, however, they still manage to interact. The whole thing started a few days ago when Nikola saw a painting Demitri had done and decided to hang it up on their wall. After that Demitri had left a book out he thought Nikola would like, and he did, so he left a book out for the Romanian. Then, to Nikola's shock, Demitri had actually drawn a scene from the book Nikola shared with him.

With all these things, Nikola can fairly assume Demitri is pretty damn cool, but there is still the problem of never actually talking to him aside from that first day. He's practically itching to see the boy and talk to him face to face, yet he never does. There were nights he contemplated staying up to see him, but he decided that was kind of obsessive and creepy so he quickly dropped that thought.

Sighing, Nikola looks around his bed. Perhaps he can leave a note to ask Demitri to meet with him somewhere? "Ugh! We live together! It shouldn't be this hard to meet the damn guy!" He groans, falling back in his bed. "I really want to talk to him…maybe a visit to the magic club would be easiest…" Nikola mumbles, looking around the room before seeing a large bottle of some drink on the table where Demitri has been leaving him things.

Curious and thirsty since their fridge is empty, Nikola gets up and picks up the bottle, twisting the cap open to see a deep red liquid. He sniffs it, smelling the strong scent of raspberries and something else he can't identify. Shrugging to himself, Nikola decides to take a sip and try it. As soon as the liquid enters his mouth Nikola begins to choke, his hands flying to his throat and dropping the bottle as he hunches over in pain. A burning feeling forms in the pit of his stomach as the liquid seeps into the floor boards of the bedroom. Nikola tries to catch his breath and reaches for a dirty shirt of his to clean up the mess but before he makes it back to the spill the room goes black and he collapses.

A few hours later Demitri enters the room, seeing the unconscious boy and the spilled liquid all over. "Ah! Nikola!" He calls, running over to him and gently shaking his shoulder. "Damnit, you drank the potion, didn't you?" Demitri asks no one in particular before he picks up the boy and lies him in bed. "T-Tore! Arthur! They'll know what to do!" He pulls out his phone and calls them, explaining the emergency.

Soon after the Norwegian and Britain are in the room, looking at the unconscious boy.

"Didn't you tell him that you brought potions home and not to drink anything that isn't in the fridge?" Arthur asks annoyed as Tore checks the boy over.

"His pulse is normal, he's simply asleep." Tore says, looking to Demitri. "You're fridge is empty, too."

Demitri groans. "Damnit, this week was mine to restock it…this is my fault…"

"Yes, it is." Tore agrees. "Especially since you avoid him so much you didn't get a chance to explain the simple, important, things someone rooming with a magic club member should know."

"How did you…?" Demitri asks, staring at his friend in shock.

"You stay late at the club every night, take late shifts at your job, and come to our rooms if you get home any time before two in the morning." Tore says, rolling his eyes. "Grow a pair and talk to your roommate."

Demitri looks at the sleeping boy guiltily. "But…I don't want him to carry the stigma of knowing me…" He mumbles before a blunt object smacks him in the back of the head. "OW!"

Tore sets the text book down and looks at him annoyed. "Baby." He says simply before setting a little bottle of liquid down and leaving the room.

"Heheh…guess I hit a nerve…" Demitri says nervously, looking to Arthur.

"Well, you are being an idiot." Arthur huffs. "Talking to the guy in your room won't affect his 'status'. Just worrying about something so stupid proves him right. If we were worried about that I never would have met Alfred and Tore would have ditched his childhood friend upon entering this school."

"You and your boyfriends are vastly different then me and my roommate." Demitri grumbles. "But fine, it's my fault he's like this so I will stay by his side until he's better…"

"That's right you will! Even if he's conscious, you better be there!" Arthur orders. "And don't worry about school. As the president, I can pull some strings." He says, heading to the door. "I'll personally vouch that you both got really sick."

Demitri sighs. "Thanks…I guess…"

"Don't leave his side, or Tore will come after you." Arthur threats, making the Romanian pale. "Now give him that liquid once every hour for the next few days and he'll be fine."

"What…was in that potion again?" Demitri asks, staring at the liquid around their feet.

"Hmm…I'm pretty sure that was one of Tore's potions to eliminate an enemy…or something." Arthur muses. "I'm pretty sure it's the one you bathe a voodoo doll in to make it effective."

"Ahhh! He drank that?" Demitri screams, looking at Nikola in horror. "That's the most dangerous potion we have in liquid form!"

"Yes, it is. Now quit screaming and feed the boy!" Arthur commands, finally leaving the room.

"R-right! Gotta give him the liquid!" Demitri says, grabbing the bottle and sitting on the bed by Nikola's head. He reaches over and lifts the boy's head into his lap before gently parting the boy's lips and slipping the liquid down his throat. Nikola coughs a little and his body involuntarily shakes slightly before he becomes still again. "I'm really sorry, Nikola…" He mumbles, lying the boy back down in the bed and covering him up.

For the next few days Demitri focuses all of his attention on helping the sleeping boy, giving him the liquid each hour. Finally, the second day of doing this Demitri is rewarded with Nikola waking up. Around two in the afternoon Demitri gives him the drink as usual and instead of simply moving a little, Nikola begins to cough.

"Nikola!" Demitri exclaims, making clouded green eyes look up at him. "Are you alright?"

Nikola sits up, coughing a bit more before looking over to Demitri again. "What…happened?"

"U-um…" Demitri looks away guiltily. "You drank one of our potions…because I never warned you not to drink anything out of the fridge…and because I never restocked the fridge…"

Nikola twitches a little. "I drank a potion? Dear god don't let it be a love potion." He groans and Demitri laughs.

"God I wish it was something so simple!" Demitri exclaims, making Nikola nervous.

"I'm not going to die, right?"

"Of course not! You should be perfectly fine in a few more days, and until then I will be right here to take care of you!"

Nikola raises a brow. "You will?"

"Well…yeah…"

"And you won't disappear after I get better, right?"

Demitri stares at him surprised. "Huh? But…you really don't want to be my friend, Nikola."

Nikola glares. "How childish are you?" He groans, tossing a pillow at him. "What kind of shallow person do you think I am? I don't care if you're a major weirdo, you're really nice and you…you read my book and drew a picture from it…"

Demitri continues to stare at Nikola in awe. "It meant that much to you?"

"Of course it did! No one else has EVER given that no-name book the time of day, yet you read it and even drew a scene-my favorite scene-from it! That's the coolest thing anyone has ever done!" Nikola explains.

"R-really?" Demitri asks, a large grin coming to his face. "You really like my art that much?"

"Obviously." Nikola mumbles, looking away from him awkwardly. "Wh-what's with artists and having no confidence in their abilities?" He asks annoyed.

"Well no one really compliments me on them. I get good grades, but so does the kid that never finishes a project and draws with stick figures." Demitri says, his grin growing wider. "So you think I could be an actual artist? Like, an official one?"

"Of course you could!" Nikola says, making sure to skirt over the fact he is said kid who never finishes and uses stick figures. "F-forget school, they go on effort, but you have actual talent."

Without another word Demitri lunges at Nikola, pulling him into a tight hug. "You're the nicest person I have ever met, Nikola! Please be my friend!"

Nikola blushes a little and keeps his hands in the air, unsure of where to put them since he doesn't exactly hug much. "U-uhuh…sure…let's be friends than…"

Demitri smiles, hugging the boy closer before going still. "…Hey…Nikola…"

"Hm?" Nikola asks, his hands now at his sides.

"You…need a shower."

Nikola goes a brighter red and twitches, smacking Demitri with a pillow. "And whose fault is that?"

"Stop hitting me!" Demitri whines. "I didn't make you smell!"

"You made me unconscious for two days! Idiot!" Nikola yells, hitting him with a pillow again.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Please go shower!"

"Stupid idiot…" Nikola grumbles, getting up and grabbing some clothes.

"No! Wait!" Demitri calls, making Nikola stop. "Y-you could pass out again at any moment…maybe you should take a bath…so I can make sure you-OOPMH!" He falls over on the bed, Nikola's backpack on his chest.

"You are NOT watching me in the bath, shower, or anything. If I take more than twenty minutes you can check after knocking. Got that?" Nikola asks and Demitri nods.

"Why is everyone I become friends with so violent…?" Demitri asks himself before sighing heavily.


A/N: And, as said in the last two stories I just updated, I'm sorry for the long time it took me to make this. I had midterms, my first niece was born, and I had to help my dad move so it has been a super busy month. Anyways, until finals I should be able to work more on these...hopefully.