Chapter 2: Welcome to Hetalia Tail
When everyone woke up later that day (and Greece actually decided to join them, don't even ask how he got there), they all discussed what they should do to organise their new guild.
"I say we make me the new Guild Master!" America yelled.
"No. Fucking. Way." England said.
"How about we just leave Gramps as the Guild Master?" Natsu suggested angrily.
"I find myself agreeing to that notion." Japan said.
"It is decided then." Estonia said. "Now we simply have to note down what types of magic we have. That way, we won't get confused and everything will be organised and we'll be able to refer to it."
"That'll be, like, the best idea ever." Poland remarked.
"Do you have a device which can put magic power in numerical value?" Lithuania asked Makarov. The Guild Master thought for a bit.
"I do believe so. Give me a moment." He quickly ran out into a nearby barn and came back with a small crystal ball.
"Here it is! Now, let's go outside and see what you can do, boys!"
"I've just realised," America said. "We didn't bring any girls with us from Earth..."
"Oh yeah, you have a point…" England said.
"Who cares?" Natsu yelled. "Let's see what you can do!"
They all left the Guild Hall and went over to the first dummy in the nearby field.
"Who wants to go first?" Makarov asked.
"Actually, let's see what Heracles can do!" Italy said.
"Erm… Ok…" Greece said. He stepped in front of the dummy and took a bronze key out of his pocket. "Open! Gate of the Kitten Ram! Karies!" Suddenly, a small, white kitten appeared. It had little ram horns on its head and made literally everyone fangirl over how cute he was. But their expressions quickly turned to ones of horror when they saw how he tore apart the dummy. He disappeared straight afterwards. Everyone stayed silent.
"C-can I go next?" Canada asked.
"Y-yeah bro, sure…" America said, still horrified by Greece's monstrous kitten. Canada walked over to the next dummy, since the other one was kind of useless after Greece came along. He closed his eyes in concentration and began gathering his magic power.
"Wood-Make…" He began. He opened his eyes as he yelled, "Hammer!" A large hammer rose up from the ground and smashed the dummy in the face, knocking it out of the ground. It landed a few metres away.
After, like, ten hours, they all finally got to know their magic types. Here's a small list:
England - Arc of Embodiment (Can't create living things, only items)
America - Fire Magic (Uses Glasses to ignite fire)
Russia - Animal Soul (Small animals only, nothing bigger than a lion)
China - Oriental Solid Script
Japan - Water Magic (Juvia but less obsessed)
France - Plant Magic (Controls plants, but he's more about them flowers)
Lithuania - Dark Écriture (He can write runes to affect him, other beings and his surroundings)
Estonia - Archive Magic (He can search up literally everything. He's essentially Hibiki, but not as hot and smarter)
Latvia - Card Magic (A maler, less alcoholic, shorter, more depressed version of Cana)
Poland - Satan Soul (Don't mess with Satan's daddy)
Italy - Picto Magic (Because Italy is fabulous at drawing)
Germany - Beast Soul (Weretiger, Lizardman… He's essentially Elfman)
Austria - Music Magic (Plays Violin, different pieces give different effects)
Romano - Sky Dragon Slayer (A maler, meaner, taller, older version of Wendy)
Iceland - Ice-Make Magic (Gray + Crippling Depression)
Denmark - The Nord (Requip Magic)
Canada - Wood-Make Magic (I was kind of tempted to put Maple Syrup-Make)
Greece - Celestial Cat Magic (He can summon cat versions of celestial spirits)
After they all noted down their magic types, Makarov, America, England, China, Japan, Germany, Italy, France and Russia were to decide who they send to the Grand Magic Games in a week.
"I know exactly who to pick!" America said. "ME!"
"No." England said. "You'd lose the match in the first five seconds."
"Not even that." France added.
"It's not like you're any better, Francis!" America yelled. "Your flowers have nothing on my fire!"
"Aaiya, you Westerners fight so much." China said. "Mr Makarov, could I see the rulebook to the Games?"
"Of course." Makarov replied, handing China the book, who read it calmly while France, England and America fought.
"Aha! I know!" China said loudly. Everyone looked at her, expecting an explanation. "We'll send in not one, but two teams! The rules allow for it to happen, but it's written in extremely small text. I barely managed to read it."
"Alright." England said, sitting down calmly in his chair. "Two teams of five. I say we put Denmark and Russia forth."
"Yes, Natsu and Gajeel are good as well." Makarov added.
"I know, let's add Germany and Poland, that way we'll have Poland's Satan Soul and Germany's Beast Soul at our disposal." Japan said.
"Very good idea, Kiku." Makarov said.
"Arigatou gozaimasu."
"This is what I came up with." Russia said, smiling and placing a piece of paper in front of them. It read:
Team A
Mathias (Denmark)
Feliks (Poland)
Yao (China)
Natsu
Lucy
Team B
Gajeel
Kiku (Japan)
Toris (Lithuania/Little Litva, da?)
Heracles (Greece)
Lovino (Romano)
Surprisingly, everyone agreed to this arrangement, which made Russia feel very happy, an emotion he doesn't know too well because of his rough history. Makarov stood up on the counter of the Guild's Bar and spoke to the Guild collectively.
"Today, me and the Allies have decided upon the teams for the Grand Magic Games. We have picked… Mathias Andersen!"
"Yeah!" Denmark yelled. "We've got this in the bag!"
"Feliks Łukasiewicz!"
"I'll, like, totally try my best and help us win." Poland smiled.
"Yao Wang!"
"We can do this!" China cheered.
"Natsu Dragneel!"
"Yeah!" Natsu shouted. "I'm gonna wreck them!"
"Lucy Heartfilia!"
"A-are you sure about this?!" Lucy cried.
"You five will be competing in the Grand Magic Games next week, so you should get training."
"Alright, I'm fired up now!" Natsu yelled.
Author's Note:
Hope you liked this chapter! Don't worry, we'll get to the action as soon as possible. Oh, and the Games will not be the same as in the Fairy Tail Anime, so I hope you'll like what I've got planned :)