"Hello? Is anyone there?" Arthur asked as he once again knocked on the Nordic country's door
"I don't think anyone's home." Alfred said as he looked up from his frog, Matthew. (France)
England let out a defeated sigh, "I guess your ri-", he barely got to say as the door suddenly creaked slowly open to reveal a clearly agitated Norwegian.
"Danmark, for the last time I'm not hiding any *insert Danish beer* from you." He said as he swung the door open and gazed at the occupants of his door-step.
"Hello Norway, is something the matter?" England asked as the Norwegians faced changed into a surprised, or at least as surprised as he could look, expression.
"Oh, hello Arthur I thought that you were Mathias." He said as he gestured to show that they could come in, giving Alfred a questioning glance and led them into the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?" Norway asked as he shuffled through the cabinets.
"Yes, that would be lovely." Arthur said as he and Alfred sat down at the white-tiled table.
"I also have some orange juice for the child." He said as he got out three mugs and a cup.
"That would be great, wouldn't it Alexander?" England said as he tried to calm down the now squirming Alfred.
"Yup! Thanks a whole bunch!" Alfred smiled as he finally settled down into his seat.
"Hello there Iceland." England said as he shifted to the young man he had just noticed sitting across from him.
"Hey." He said as he looked up from his book, and then quickly turned back seeming to have lost interest.
"Here are your drinks." Norway said as he set down the drinks in front of their respective persona and took his seat.
They all had been chatting for a while as they drank tea. At one point Iceland's puffin had jumped onto the table and grabbed a frantic France and dashed out of the room. This had caused a few chuckles and confused looks as America ran after them in hopes of getting his "Matthew" back.
"Sorry about that, he does that sometimes." Iceland said after Alfred had disappeared from site in hot pursuit of the puffin holding his beloved frog.
"Don't worry about it, it's fine." England said as he waved the apology off with a smile. "By the way Norway why when you opened the door did you yell at me to 'Stop trying looking for *insert Danish beer* I don't have any.' Did something happen?" Arthur asked, curious for even though he had a vast knowledge of magic it led him to be more curious on other matters, for that is a wizard's nature.
"Oh that, well you see lately Mathias has been randomly coming to my house and demanding Danish beer for some odd reason." Norway assured, "I have a feeling it has to do with an extremely bored albino and his two friends." He continued suspiciously.
"Yes, they probably did something idiotic." England said approvingly as he nodded his head in agreement. "Those three are uncontrollable, but don't worry I'll fix that. In fact I've already started." Arthur said proudly, a smirk plastered onto his face.
"Already started?" Norway asked curiously as he took another sip from his tea.
"Yes, you see that frog Alexander was holding is actually-"England started to say but was suddenly interrupted.
"France?' Iceland said as he put his book down and looked at the Englishmen with knowing eyes. "And I'm also guessing the kid's America." He finished and continued to stare at Arthur.
"Why…. Yes, but how did you know?" England asked, surprised that he had been found out.
"Lucky guess." Iceland said with a shrug and turned back to his book, when suddenly the wall crashed opened causing dust to blow all around the room and the dark outline of a tall figure was visible, holding something large.
"What the heck!? DENMARK!!!" England said once the dust had cleared, revealing the tall Dane.
"Yo, England, long time no see." Mathias replied with a smile and raised a hand in greeting. You see it wasn't just the fact that Mathias had burst through the kitchen that surprised England, but the fact he used his old axe really hit a home run for him.
Norway and Iceland gave an annoyed sigh and went back to what they had been doing; apparently this was a normal occurrence.
"Where the hell did you come from!?" England demanded frantically as he looked at the damage done to the wall as Denmark stepped forward, throwing the axe aside and plopping down on one of the chairs at the table.
"Hey Norge, can you get me that beer I know you've been hiding from me for the past few months? Thanks!" Mathias asked as he looked towards the Norwegian.
"Fine, fine I'll go buy you some beer, but please stop destroying my house." Norway pleaded exasperatedly.
"Okay! I promise." Denmark said with a smile, then remembering England turned his attention to him. "Hey Arthur! How's it going?"
"Uh, fine thank you very much." England replied then whispered to Iceland, Do you want me to take care of him for you?
"Please." Iceland replied quickly with a nod of the head and raced out of the room.
"Alrighty than." England stated and pulled out his handy dandy notebook! (Wand). "Hey Mathias?"
"Yeah?" he replied as he looked towards the brit.
"Cheerio." England said with a devil's smirk and tapped his wand on the Dane's head.
"Wait…. What!?" He yelled surprised and in a puff of smoke was gone, and in his place stood…… a chipmunk.
Soon Iceland and Norway returned, "You could have turned him into anything and you decided to turn him into…… a chipmunk." Norway said, and sounding very annoyed while at it.
"Well it was the first thing that came to mind!" England defended himself, "and isn't he afraid of nature and the like? So it all works out."
"You and your stereo types," Iceland sighed, "but fine, at least you took care of him, but you better fix him later or bad things will happen."
" Alright." England sighed and turned around to look for Alfred. "Hey have you seen where Alfred went?" He asked worriedly.
"Isn't he-"Norway started, when they suddenly heard a crash behind them. They all turned around to look. "Oh, there he is." Iceland stated and pointed towards the table. Alfred was sitting on the table and had picked up the now squirming Denmark.
"Shouldn't we help him?" England asked as Alfred picked Mathias up and placed him on his shoulder.
"Nah, he'll be fine." Norway said and turned back to his now destroyed kitchen, a dark aura surrounding him, "In fact keep him for a week or so." He said menacingly.
"Okay?" England said and slowly backed away towards the door, grabbing Alfred, Francis, and Mathias.
"Okay guys; let's go to someone who's been a thorn in all our sides for a while." England said as he closed the car door behind himself, Alfred gave him a questioning look. "We're going……" Arthur paused and took a gulp, "to Russia."
DIRECTOR: Cue the duh-duh-duh~! NOW!!!
WORKER: She's scary when she gets pissed off.
WORKER #2: Well she is half Russian.
WORKER: That explains so much, and yet so little.
A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Will England be able to pull it off? How will Belarus react? Will England make it out of there alive? Tune in next time to find out on: The Reason why Magic was Banded.
Akai: Yes done! Finally!
Aoi: Told ya you could do it.
Akai: Shut up!~
Aoi: Yes master, but why did you put *insert Danish beer*? Why didn't you just like a brand up?
Akai: Why Aoi. *grabs Aoi's wrist threatenly* that would require work. And you know I don't do anything that has to do with work right?
Aoi: Y-you're right of course.
Akai: Exactly!
Aoi: What are your ethnics again?
Akai: Why comrade Aoi you should know, I'm Russian, Polish, Hungarian, Latvian, Lithuanian, and Prussian.
Aoi: That….. explains everything.
Akai: What do you mean?
Aoi: Well Polish: You randomly start talking like a high school girl
Hungarian: You are tomboyish and like Yaoi somewhat
Latvian: You randomly start shaking sometimes.
Lithuanian: You can act like him when the situation calls for it
Prussian: OVERLOAD TOO MUCH SIMILARITY
And Russian…..
Akai: Yes Aoi? *Dark aura appears around Akai*
Aoi: Never mind!
Akai: That's what I thought you said da?
Aoi: D-da.
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