LXII: Magic

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Characters/Pairings: America, England, mentions of a few state-tans (who I explain later). US/UK.

Genre: Romance. (How is "Fluff" still not a genre?)

Rating: T

Warnings: Do I even have to warn for Human Names anymore? I don't think I do...
Language. Fluff. Possible mood whiplash.

DISCLAIMER: I STILL DON'T OWN HETALIA. Seriously. Don't sue.

The silence of the woods was abruptly broken by heavily accented swearing as Alfred opened the door to the passenger side of his car and pulled Arthur out. The Briton struggled against him, cursing vehemently. "What the bloody fuck possessed you into thinking that you kidnapping me, and then hauling me off into the middle of fucking nowhere was a good idea, you git? Where the fuck are we – and would you kindly let the fuck go of my hand?" he demanded, struggling against the death grip Alfred had on his hand.

"Luke's house is not the middle of fucking nowhere," Alfred corrected, rolling his eyes and sighing, continuing to drag Arthur along behind him towards a thin trail peeking out of the woods. "That's like, Rob's house, or maybe Carrie's, or something. Luke's house is like, on the edge of nowhere."

"Oh, well, excuse me for not knowing the difference between your precious states," Arthur hissed venomously, still struggling in vain behind Alfred. "Would you let go of me now?"

"You're excused. And no, I won't – I'm not taking the risk of you getting lost in the woods. Now shush, or you're gonna scare 'em all off."

"Scare what off?" Arthur demanded furiously.

"You'll see! Now shush," Alfred ordered, continuing to pull Arthur down the trail, which quickly became steep and winding.

The two of them walked in silence, Alfred still not letting go of Arthur's hand, until they came upon a wide, meadow-filled clearing.

"If you dragged me out here to reenact that god-forsaken movie that your teenage girls are so bloody obsessed with, so help me, Alfred, I swear I will –" Arthur snarled furiously, at last succeeding in ripping his hand away from Alfred's.

"Dude, I said we were at Luke's house. Not Izzy's or Mark's. And even if I were to reenact Twilight with you, it'd have to be during the day, which it's not," Alfred said, clearing adding a silent duh to the end of his sentence. "Now seriously, shut up, or you're gonna scare 'em all off, which would totally ruin the whole point of bringing you out here," he reprimanded in a whisper just as Arthur noticed a small, gently flashing light pass him out of the corner of his eye, followed by several more. The Briton's eyes widened as he realised what the lights were.

"Fairies," he breathed, shocked at their presence.

"No, they're fireflies," Alfred corrected quietly, rolling his eyes at the thought of "Iggy and his imaginary friends", even as they entered the clearing in masses. "Luke said you'd like this, an' I had to agree. It's a different sort of magic, y'know? Not that pretend stuff that you believe in."

"It's not pretend!" Arthur hissed before he could stop himself, mentally chastising himself for doing so. "But he was right – this is… this is brilliant," he said quietly, letting a small grin alight his face as he watched the fae begin to dance around the two of them.

"I'm glad you think so," Alfred murmured, quickly closing the distance between the two of them and gently pressing his lips against Arthur's, which caused the Brit to sharply inhale as his senses went into overdrive.

It seemed that Luke was right – these fae were the source of a different sort of magic, after all.

A/N: Luke (Lukas Knutson) is Minnesota, Rob (Robert Duncan) is Nebraska, and Carrie (Carrie Archer) is Oklahoma.

No offense is meant to people who actually live in either Nebraska or Oklahoma.

Yes, Minnesota can see the Fae. With a high concentration of people with either Norwegian or British ancestry (or, in my case, both), it was only natural to make him have this ability. He's not the only state who can see them, either – Wisconsin, as well as North and South Dakota all can as well, though Minnesota's is the strongest out of the lot of them.

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