A/N: I just forgot what I was going to add to this chapter brought over from the previous chapter. Shoot.


"What?! But they kidnapped Mircea and tried to size him up!" Nikolai exclaimed angrily. "You recall that they did the same to me last year. And guess what? They still got away with it!"

"Really? That's not what I was told. Johnson said that you attacked them first," Arthur explained. He had crossed his arms, his clipboard in his left hand.

"So you going to listen to their side of story? Some DA you are," the Bulgarian said, now sounding angrier every second.

"Well, you should have thought of that before you started causing trouble," Arthur sighed, rubbing his forehead. He wasn't about to waste any energy on those two.

"Great. Brilliant. That sure made our lives better," grumbled Nikolai, sarcastically. Right now, all he could think of kicking in Arthur's teeth. This wasn't going very well. "If you're finished for now, how about you please leave before I kick your teeth in?" Arthur, afraid that the other would really do that, wasted no time leaving the dorm.

With the sound of the door slamming, Mircea went to sit down onto his bed slowly. Having taken in everything the Brit said, the Romanian just stared at the floor. He groaned and leaned back onto the bed. Damn Arthur. Damn Johnson. It seemed that every time he and Nikolai succeed, either Arthur or Johnson came along and ruined everything. Not everything, though.

Nikolai, who had sat next to the other, slowly wrapped his arm around Mircea's shoulders. He allowed the Romanian to rest his head on his shoulder. Stroking his friend's shoulder, the Bulgarian looked out at the window, then the poster. "They're the fools, not us. But we'll show them, though."

Chuckling, Mircea stayed there on the other's shoulder. "I agree," he muttered, then let out a sigh. "I love the poster. But if that wind up wants me to take it down, then I'll do it." Getting up, the Romanian started to take down the poster. Before he could do so, another hand stopped him; his hand was on the door next to Mircea's.

"Are you going to listen what he said? And give in to his way?" the Bulgarian asked. His face was quite close to the other's neck, close enough for Mircea to feel the breathing. It was quite intimate. The longer the Romanian stood there in the front of the poster, the longer he thought about it. Nikolai was right. The dormitory was full of rigid rules that only a few are followed. As history showed, rules were simply made to be broken. No matter how strict they may be.

Turning to look at the other, Mircea saw a strong look in his eyes. "No way am I going to lose this to that wind up," he chuckled, a smile forming now. "In fact, after studying, I'm heading to the Magic Club. See what they have been up to lately."

"Um, what? Didn't you say that you just quit that last year?" Nikolai asked, now puzzled. But he was glad to hear that Mircea wasn't going to give up. Like many posters hung on walls, this one had tiny rips at edges.

"Yes, but unless I'm wrong, there may be a connection between the Magic and Weight Clubs. No, that's just crazy. They won't believe this.." Mircea muttered. Leaning his head back on the closet door, he stared at Nikolai.

"Connection between these clubs? Actually, you may be on something," the Bulgarian said, grinning. He stepped back to let the other aside.

"I am? I just said that it's crazy," the Romanian asked, surprised. He was also surprised at himself. But then he got what Nikolai said and shared that same grin. "Hmm. But to figure out that connection, we'll need more proof. Knowing Arthur well, he'd just find a way to cover it up," he pointed out, sitting down in his chair.

Taking in what Mircea said, Nikolai sighed. "Yeah. Then, there's the air race that we got to worry about, too. Speaking of that, have you gotten to learning to fly a plane yet?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. They were nearly done with studying and only have one last problem left to solve.

Mircea nodded. "Yes, but my instructor says that I still need to work on not stalling the wings. Just yawing. I'm getting there, though."

Sitting down as well, the Bulgarian decided to come and watch the Romanian in action soon. Maybe he could figure out what his instructor was doing wrong in training. Or perhaps it was the plane itself. Either way, he had wanted to see Mircea flying in general. The remaining hour passed without any more interruptions.


One month later- it was early December; Andrei was wandering around on the campus, holding his notebook and pen in his hands. Since coming to this university with his brother, the younger of two had been interviewing students, staff and anyone who would be interested. It was his way of learning who they are- one reason for creating a winery. Many times, they didn't mind and just told him their interests.

Looking for more people to interview, Andrei started for a building across the path from him. It was one of the oldest buildings on the campus and he knew that Mircea would be interested in this. As he headed inside, the Moldovan suddenly got an odd feeling. Like someone who shouldn't be in this building at all.

"Why am I getting this feeling..?" he muttered, slowing down in the hall. For most part, it was empty in many rooms. Then he heard a noise- chanting. Andrei decided to check out the source. Making sure that his footsteps were quiet, he moved to lean up against the wall. Inching along the wall, Andrei managed to get to a room where the noise was coming from. Before he could get any closer, loud explosions rang out.

"Bloody hell… now I've got to get this cleaned up. Sigrid, make sure that everything else is proper," one person was heard saying. Then, a curse.

With that person leaving to get something to clean the mess with, Andrei quickly moved into the classroom. The moment he entered, he finally understood why his brother quit. He had walked into the Magic Club. Everything was creepy: spell books in the shelves; symbols of zodiacs; blood- like candles; some unknown things in jars and boxes; a large bowl that seemed to hold normal looking water; charts on the wall; and a large seal painted onto the floor.

'Mircea wasn't kidding about this club. He said something about the Ouija Board..' Andrei thought. Then he saw another student and decided to hide in the closet.

Sigrid, feeling that he needed something, wrote down a note explaining why he left for a short time and went out the door. The other student was still busy somewhere, perhaps trying to find cleaning supplies.

Making sure that the coast was clear, the younger brother slowly opened the door and started to look around for the Ouija board. It didn't take long; the Ouija board was in plain sight on the pedestal. Andrei slowly walked closer to examine it.

"Enjoying it?" Arthur had returned with the cleaning supplies in his arms. The Moldovan just whirled around to face the other. He shook his head. "Pity," the Brit muttered. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

For once, Andrei couldn't speak. When he did, it came out as a squeak. "Um, I was looking for more people to interview and I decided to come into this building. There was some noise, so I decided to check this out."

"I see. I was going to ask you if you know where Sigrid is, but I saw his note," Arthur said, now putting down a box of cleaning supplies onto a nearby table. Then he stopped. "You're Mircea's brother, are you? You both have the same brown eyes and similar facial features."

"I take it that you're the wind up guy my brother has been telling me about," Andrei replied, smirking. "And he's not kidding about you being weird. I mean- all this stuff here."

At being called wind-up, the Brit grimaced. He slammed his hand onto the table, causing the contents inside the box to jump around. "How long have your brother been calling me that?! And some of the activities we do are useful!" he snapped.

"Since last year. At least, since he left here," Andrei answered. Perfect. He can get a little more info of what Arthur was really like in person. "You mean like calling on the devil via Ouija board?"

"Can't say I'm surprised. I'm this way because it's how I was raised," Arthur said, crossing his arms. When the other brought up the incident from last year, this time it was him who couldn't answer. "What is it to you?" he asked after a while.

"Uh huh. Well, since I'm still here, mind if I poke around a bit?" the Moldovan asked, chuckling. He started for the spell books, but the other stopped him. Maybe snooping around wasn't the best idea, but the real reason was when Mircea had told him about the club, he let in a small secret within it. By hell, Andrei was going to find it. Interview or not.

"Not while I'm here! And don't you even think about touching the Sacred Water!" the Brit exclaimed. He moved closer to the said object. A minute later, Sigrid returned. The Norwegian watched the scene before him.

"What's going on, Arthur?" he asked. Arthur, hearing his own name, noticed Sigrid. Turning back to Andrei, he muttered to himself.

"You remember the traitor who quit the club last year? Well, this is his younger brother and he is about to leave. Now." Arthur leaned onto the edge of the table, still watching Andrei.

"Should we ask him to join us?" Sigrid asked. He assumed that since Andrei was different from Mircea and plus they were still missing more people for their club.

"Don't bet on me joining you," Andrei interrupted. He raised his eyebrow at the other two. "I may have different interests from my big brother, but we're similar in personalities. Also, Mircea was right about you two. Pa!" He left the classroom. Before long, two other students who had joined the Magic Club had started chasing him.

"Oh, shit,"Andrei exclaimed and speeding up, he ran to another hall before nearly bumping into Nikolai. Grabbing onto the other for support, Andrei collected himself. "Sorry.. Nikolai, right?"

The Bulgarian nodded, remembering the custom of nodding for yes. "Da. Why are you running, though? Never mind then. I just saw two goons coming this way! C'mon," he urged, leading the other to follow him. As their shoes pounded the floor, Nikolai spoke up. "Your brother and I are here for some research on the connection between the Magic Club which you just came from and the Weights Club. You heard about the other one?" he asked, panting. He was running out of breath, too- as evidenced by redness on his cheeks.

Andrei nodded. "Yeah. Heard about the infamous leader around the campus. While I was interviewing students, several said that they were taken to the weights room. Most managed to escape though. I suppose those who were strong did join in the end." He, too, was getting tired from the running. But there weren't any places to hide. At the other end of the hallway were the doors leading to the stairway. A door opened and two hands shot out to grab Nikolai and Andrei before closing the door quickly.

"Whaa! Wha-," Nikolai tried to talk, but his mouth was covered by a hand. Turning to look, he saw it was Mircea. Before he could say anything, the Romanian placed his finger on the other's lips. The feeling of his finger was warm and gentle. Being sneaky, the Bulgarian kissed the finger and winked.

Mircea's eyes widened at this and blushed furiously. Luckily for him, the stairway was dark so his brother couldn't see him blushing. "Cheeky," he muttered, then smirked a little. Andrei just rolled his eyes. Moving his head up higher, the Romanian checked for anyone else. He saw two other students who had chased his brother and friend earlier. "C'mon. Let's head to the third floor," Mircea muttered.

Getting up as well- they had been hiding underneath the door windows- Nikolai shook his head in agreement. At the same time, he thought about the other's finger. Another second and he would have kissed his palm.

As they headed up the stairs, Mircea smiled to himself. He wondered if they were more than just friends. The last three months had been life changing for him. They were even on the same team for the air race the following spring. And Mircea was grateful for that- he was able to check to see that his plane was sound. His thoughts then drifted to times spent together in the hanger where he kept his plane.

The Romanian noted the other's scents. Whenever they were close, Nikolai's scents were among the first to be noticed. Mircea could make out type of coffee and roses. The latter puzzled him. The Bulgarian would have to be keeping a bunch of roses somewhere. Nerveless, he liked it.

Being so deep in his thoughts, Andrei interrupted them. "If I didn't know, I'd say that you two have feelings for each other. Pretty soon, you'll be kissing," he snickered and dodged as the older brother made a sideswipe at him. The younger one ran ahead to get an empty classroom. "I'll find you two a room for you to make out!"

Nikolai stopped halfway through on the stairs. He has a huge blush on his face and won't even let Mircea have a look. It was getting more awkward, but he shook it off and continued on his way. Mircea slowly made his way up as well. As he quickened his pace, the Romanian unwittingly brushed his hand against the other's. Smirking to himself, he resumed going up the stairs.

"We better hurry or my brother will go crazy," Mircea muttered. He grabbed Nikolai's hand and dragged the Bulgarian along. At this point, he didn't even if they were holding hands. Meanwhile, Andrei was still waiting, singing loudly.

Nikolai didn't say anything, still surprised. But he smiled as well and followed along. "Okay then," he said, now catching up to Mircea and they joined the Moldovan in a room he found. With the threat gone for now, they spent the remaining afternoon working on the proof they found involving the connection.


A/N: I'm going to try to update a little more often. Maybe every two weeks. You may have noticed that I made England a little evil. I wasn't planning to write him that way, but it came along the way. Pa means bye in Romanian- an informal way.