Hello everyone , me yet again. Two chapters coming today (as I may or may not have forgotten to upload this one when I finished it. Whoops).

Hope you enjoy

*I do not own Hetalia, nor do I own Nyotalia, they both belong to Himaruya Hidekez.


Chapter 7

The pair of Britons sat at an ornate table, facing a barley field, in the calm, quiet English county of Somerset. The most rural area, where they were staying, was the location of one of Rosie's homes, a small cottage, with climbing rose bushes, sweet peas and bunches of lavender bushes. In the back garden lay a collection of herbs, as well as a traditional vegetable patch and greenhouse. She grew ingredients such as potatoes, apples, lettuce and basil. There was also, what seemed to be, a hand crafted bird feeder, which songbirds (and more annoyingly pigeons) would stand on. Every so often, she would throw out a stale loaf of bread to feed them, or some dripping from a Sunday roast. England and Rosie had been living in the cottage for two weeks up until that point. It had all been peaceful, nothing seemed to disturb them in their far away hide out, and Rosie had put a ban on the use of magic, though, England could only guess as to why.

From what he could determine, it had become clear to England that Rosie's past had been fuzzy, but harsh, the lady, though young, had had many experiences. Some good, some bad, all contributing to her stern character. There was one notably odd thing though, how much she knew about England's home world, and how much she seemed to talk about it. The way it worked, it's laws... everything. Things that she seemed to play dumb over when he first met her. This girl was an enigma, her whole existence, and everything she said got more and more confusing the more time that England spent with her.

"Why did you put this ban on magic?" England asked her as she finally finished pouring tea.

"Magic seems to attract them, the council, the gatekeepers and such. If we can refrain from using magic for as long as humanely possible, then we can avoid capture and get you safely back to the other side." She stated, "I think... I think that my inability to use magic is one of the things that has kept me safe from capture for this long."

"And what have you done to anger them," England asked, genuinely curious, whether it sounded that way, however, was another matter. "In fact, what have I done to anger them?"

"The act of you passing through a mirror, whether accident or not, is a crime worse than murder when it comes to the opinions of the council." Rosie explained, "As for what I did, I did exactly that, but on a massive scale. I had an awful lot of fun going in and out between the worlds, and an awful lot of fun meeting the people in them, when I was suspected of being a witch in one world, I would go through my mirror into another and hover around in that one for a century or two. Then, once I was adamant that everyone had forgotten about me, I would return home, completely clear of any suspicion. That was my way of life."

"And then what?"

"And then I lost my powers. I couldn't go near my mirror for the first few decades, after a while, I managed to regain the ability to use a broom, beyond that, I was astonished to find it rippling when you touched it. It seemed I was allowed to associate with them once more."

"You never did finish telling me about them. How you lost them. You mentioned the witch bit, but beyond that you didn't say anything."

Rosie sighed, and looked hesitant for a second, before finally saying, "Fine. I will tell you everything. Back sometime in the 16th century, witch trials were still rampant, as you will know. While I had been getting on pretty well by darting in and out of dimensions to avoid capture, it seemed that the council had had enough of my antics. They sent the head gatekeeper to dress up as a member of the general public, and then forcefully prove that I was a witch. They threw me into the fire, burned me at a stake, attempted to drown me, stoned me, hit me with a mace, slashed me with swords, but nothing worked, I stayed alive. I am a nation. What did they decide to do? Well, they had this thing called a 'courts witch', which is an incredibly powerful, often brainwashed, witch who would be used in courts to put the unkillables, such as myself, through their paces.

"After a while, one completely loses the ability to use magic, only your most dominant power will remain. Mine seemed to be my sight, and ability to utilise a broom, so they stayed with me till the end. Everything else, I lost completely. Including, as dictated by the council, my ability to pass through the mirrors. I would be lying if I said I was the first person they did something like this to. I had multiple acquaintances with people who would also use the mirrors, I was probably the last that they found and punished, I was a rascal. I was the ringleader, so to speak."

England's head tilted to the side, "What were you actually doing? What's the technical term?"

"I was disturbing the order." Rosie said, "I was disturbing the order of worlds. By jumping in and out here and there, I was disturbing the balance. Ironic, really, considering the things that connect them all together are the most unstable of all. You said you met a woman called Yuri?"

England nodded.

"She isn't even the ringleader of the council. She just acts as a guardian, she guards the mirrors. If anything, I'm slightly jealous of her. She can pass through when she likes... and she's even a former criminal, much like myself. Somehow, however, she managed to get through to the council and get away with it, and became somewhat like a puppet, I would assume. As the guardian of the mirrors, or gates or portals or whatever, it's her job to ensure that she records everything that passes through- from mice to humans, everything is recorded by her... Or so it should be. Whether she is doing her job to the best of her ability or not... that's a different story."

"What on earth could you mean?"

"Rumours have it that she has been refraining on recording the data recently, and instead, supposedly, she has been helping crossers to cross through to the other dimensions. Needless to say, she has been accomplishing this under the council's very noses, yet they haven't detected her activities yet. She was a good friend of mine once, but nowadays, she treats me like an enemy. Rosette is under her control allegedly."

England pondered Rosie's words for the whole of the next night, there was scarcely a second when they slipped his mind. 'At least,' he thought, 'at least we're safe.'


So, witch trials, one of the more baffling things in history.

Hope you enjoyed that, I'm sorry it was more of a filler chapter.

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~EJF