Hello amigos! Here is chapter 10 :D
This chapter is dedicated to 'themusicalcat' for helping me edit this fiction. Jeanette9a thank you for the whole hell thing.
And funny story, I woke up this morning with a mustache on my face?
Chapter 10: Swallow your pride
"Do NOT make me ask again." From the corner of his eye, Norway could see one boy shakily drawing his wand from his pocket and aiming it at him. Before the boy could fire a jinx however, Norway let his left hand which was holding the boy, free while he fired a spell at the boy with the wand.
The other boy's wand went flying to the side, and he gaped in shock.
"W-wand less magic?"
"And I can do a hell of a lot more than that. Now tell me." Norway tightened his grip on the boy's shirt. "What did you do to Vasilica?"
"I-I-it wasn't our idea!" Norway punched the boy straight in the face.
"I never asked if it was your idea. I asked what you did." He turned his head to look at the other two cowering boys at the end of the hall. "And you two stay put, or I'll take you to hell. Which is an actual place where I come from." The nation's eyes were cold and distant, and his voice full of spite. The boys stayed where they were out of fear of the boy in front of them.
"W-we put… Well he looks like a vampire!" Norway punched the boy in the face again.
"S-stop! I'll…. We put…"
"I. Don't. Like. Waiting."
"We put blood in his food and drink!" Silence. Deadly silence passed for a moment.
"Excuse me?"
" I-I-I sai-"
"I know perfectly well what you said you piece of shit. Why the fuck would you do that?"
"We…We were told too!"
"By who?"
"W-W-We can't say!" Norway lost it. He grabbed the boy's arm and slammed him to the floor; he pressed his foot into the space between the boy's shoulder blades.
"Who?"
The next statement made Norway's blood run cold.
Romania made his way to Quirrell's classroom at a slow pace. He really didn't want to deal with the creepy teacher right now. Romania was pretty sure he was descended from an evil perverted squirrel, and now he was hiding in human form as Quirrell. The evidence was all there.
While the small nation had been thinking about evil squirrels, he hadn't noticed his pace speed up. Before he knew it, he was outside the evil Squirrel's door himself. Sighing, Romania knocked on the door.
"C-c-come in." Romania stepped into the room.
"Sir you wanted to see me?"
The evil squirra-sorry, professor Quirrell sat behind his desk, adjusting his purple turban. Suddenly, the nervous expression was gone from his face, now it was serious.
"Yes, I did. Sit down boy, sit down." Romania hesitantly walked closer to Squi-Quirrell's desk and sat on the hard chair in front of it.
"Your name is Vasilica Lupei?"
"…Yes?"
"And you're one of the transfer students? You're from Romania correct?" Well this was awkward. Quick! Cover story!
"Well, sir. I was born in Romania, but I travelled round."
"With whom?" why the hell was he so interested?
"Well, I didn't travel round til Lukas's and Arthur's family found me, I had just lost my parents and they took me in."
"Ahh, I'm sorry for your loss… By Lukas and Arthur….Do you mean Bondevik and Kirkland?"
"Yes…I'm sorry sir but why are you so interested?" Every gut feeling he had from living so long was now telling him that Quirrell wanted something more than a friendly chat. Professor Quirrell smiled at Romania, resting his chin on his hands. Romania's eyes narrowed; there was something wrong with him.
"Because you three boys are very interesting. Now, I have to ask you something."
Romania paused for a minute, and stared into the professor's eyes. There was something wrong…Something dark. This wasn't professor Quirrell at all… But if he was right…. Then who the hell was it?
"What do you want to ask me professor?" Quirrell narrowed his eyes.
"Why do yo-"
But the conversation was cut short as the door burst open. Vasilica turned around to see Lukas standing in the doorway. He looked furious.
"Bondevik! W-what are-?"
"I'm sorry professor but I need to speak with Vasilica. Now." And before another word could be said, Lukas walked forward, grabbed Vasilica and threw him over one of his shoulders.
"Lukas! What th-" But before Vasilica could finish; Lukas had already left the classroom and slammed the door shut. He walked along the empty corridor with Vasilica struggling on his shoulder. Once the blonde thought he was far enough away, and he knew no one was around, he let Vasilica slide off of his shoulder.
"What the hell Norge? Why the fuck would you do that?" Asked the fuming nation, Norway stood there, staring at him with no emotion on his face.
"Vasilica." Romania flinched; Norway very rarely used his full human name.
"Wh-"
"First of all, tell me why you pulled me out of Quirrell's classroom!" Lukas stared at Vasilica, making the strawberry blonde boy want to move away from his gaze.
"Quirrell was the one who ordered them to put blood in your food this morning." Vasilica's eyes popped and his mouth opened, and closed. He looked like a fish out of water.
"Yes, I know… And I want to know why you didn't tell me this earlier."
"….Why?"
"I don't know why he did it. Now answer me, why didn't you tell me?"
"… I…I didn't…." Vasilica took a deep breath. "I didn't think it was impo-" a fist hit the wall near Vasilica's head.
"Bull. Shit. What's the real reason you didn't want to tell me?"
"… I thought I could handle it. I didn't want to worry you."
"…Does Arthur know?"
"I didn't tell him but he knew." Silence filled the corridor, Norway sighed.
"Vasilica, you and Arthur were the first real friends apart from the Nordics I ever had." Lukas's face contorted slightly, and Vasilica knew he was having a hard time telling him this.
"I would do anything. Anything to protect my friends, and when they have a problem, and they can't tell me-"
"It's not that I-"
"It… I don't like the way it makes me feel. Knowing that people I care about can't turn to me if they need to." Vasilica stayed silence; the poor nation was close to tears. This was the most Norway had ever opened up to him.
"So next time, swallow your fucking pride and tell me."
Early the next day, three third year boys were found near the Slytherin common rooms. They were swinging from the ceiling by their ankles, covered in bruises and crying. When questioned to how they ended up like this, they wouldn't say a word as they feared for their lives.
Eventually, the teachers stopped asking, and whoever did it got away with it.
"It was Quirrell?" asked Arthur, looking thoroughly confused. It had been a week since the incident and the three had met up in the room of requirement.
"Yes."
"Well, he was behind the…prank. Three boys pulled the 'prank' for him."
"…Lukas were those the three boys fou-"
"Yes and I regret nothing."
"Im not saying what you did was wrong, it was bloody brilliant."
"Arthur, Lukas, can we please… Just not?"
Arthur chuckled while Lukas smirked.
"Though….We have another problem." Said Arthur seriously.
"Which is?"
"…Granger, Hermione Granger is suspicious of us."
Flashback
"Arthur. ARTHUR!" England turned to see Hermione running towards him.
"Yes?"
"I, I want to ask you something about you and the other transfers." Well that was straight forward. Immediately, England was on the defence.
"And what would that be?"
"Why did you three transfer here?"
"Why? To learn magic."
"But you and the others aren't even from England! Except you maybe, but-" Not even from England? He was the nation himself!
"We were invited here Granger. We accepted. Nothing more, nothing less."
The girl glared at Arthur, the boy glared straight back.
"There's something not right about you and the other transfers…I will find out what it is."
"Will you Miss Granger? Then keep in mind, Curiosity killed the cat."
"Satisfaction brought it back." And the girl turned on her heel, obviously thinking she had won the argument.
"But the cat was never the same again. Through the horror and pain of feeling itself die the cat became insane, and because the cat kept coming back through satisfaction, the cat could never rest again."
Hermione turned back around and stared at Arthur, confusion written on her face.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it means Granger." And Arthur turned this time, knowing the girl had no reply.
Flashback end.
"…Brat can't keep her nose out of other people's business."
"Shhh Luka….. Embrace in the deep meaning of dear Artie's words." For the sake of both England and himself, Norway hit Romania across the head.
"Why are you guys so mean to me?"
"Because you're an idiot."
"Being mean won't stop me being an idiot!"
It didn't seem like lady luck was shining her light on the three nations. As the three were sneaking away from the room of requirement, something smashed a few feet away from Romania.
"Shit." Whispered Arthur, the nations turned to see a cat standing next to a fallen table and a broken vase.
"That's Filch's cat!"
As soon as they heard the hurried footsteps and the croaking sound that was Filch talking to himself, the three knew they were in deep shit. Carefully, but quickly they took off running down the corridor. They could hear the sound of Filch's keys clanging together but they didn't dare turn around.
They quickly made it out the corridor, and were heading to their respective common rooms when the stair cases began to move.
"Triple shit."
They could still hear Filch shouting for them, well for students, he didn't know exactly who. So they took off into the first corridor they arrived at. They kept running and arrived at a huge oak door which looked very out of place in the castle. England grabbed the handle.
"IT's locked." Quickly he whipped out his wand and whispered.
"Alohomora." The door opened and the three piled into the room and closed the door. Arthur pressed his ear to the door, and sighed in relief when he heard nothing.
"Its cle-Holy shit." Arthur turned around just in time to see Vas and Lukas staring at the giant three-headed dog in front of them. Its mouth was dripping saliva onto the floor, all of its heads were growling at the three.
Romania quickly stepped forward; putting his left hand in front of him, and began to sing.
"Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Puişorul mamii mic,
Facete-ai, maică, voinic.
Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Frumuşel şi voinicel,
Mândru ca un stejerel.
Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Nani, nani, puiul mamii,
Puiul mamii, puişor,
Dormi, puiule, dormi uşor."
Now Romania was in no way a singer, but his voice was soft and soothing. It made England and Norway want to relax, which was pretty hard considering there was a three-headed dog sitting in front of them.
The dog bowed to Romania slightly, as it lay on the floor resting its many heads on its paws.
"Shhhhh." Soothed Romania, as he patted the top of the middle dog's head. The dog whined slightly, and its eyelids closed.
Norway walked over to Romania, staring at the dog when his foot hit something. He looked down to see the paws of the dog resting on a trap door.
"Arthur, Vas. Look at this." Arthur made his way from the door while Romania turned his head slightly, still stroking the dog's head.
"It's guarding something." Said Arthur immediately.
"What though?...What would be so important that they would lock it up in Hogwarts and get a giant dog to watch it?"
"…I don't know, but I think we should leave. We'll talk about this later."
"Righto." Arthur walked over to the door and opened it slightly, peeking outside.
"Coast's clear." Slowly, the three back out of the room, not wanting to disturb the dog. As soon as the door closed the dog opened its eyes and whined in misery. It was pretty lonely sometimes, being a dog.
Miraculously, the three survived the next few weeks of school. Keeping as far away as possible from Hermione and Quirrell, or as Romania had dubbed him, the evil squirrel. He just had to figure out that 'Professor Quirrell' and 'the evil squirrel' rhyme. There was nothing they could do, Quirrell was a teacher and apart from the three boy's words there was no proof he ordered the prank on Romania. Hermione was just being a pest, following the trio around and constantly researching things in the library.
"But that's why he wears a turban!"
"How the hell can he hide a tail like that in a turban Vas?"
"That's what magic's for." Romania commented, nodding wisely. Arthur face palmed. Fortunately though, a marvellous event was coming up. A truly wonderful event that all three boys enjoyed immensely. Halloween.
That's it folks! Halloween next!I I can't wait for this chapter!
The lullaby was a Romanian lullaby known as 'Nani, Nani your mother's baby' I liked the lyrics ^_^
Anyone reading uninstall:
This story is hard to write, and because of the context, I want to take my time writing it. The updates on that story are not as often as this one. One, because this story was the first I wrote, and two because I lost my notebook containing my notes for uninstall.
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