AN: Well, here it is, chapter 5!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Not Axis Powers, not World Powers, none of it. I do have a very nice set of posters of some of the characters... but it's not the same… (sighs)
Prussia glowered while England sniggered. "Hey, I'd be upset if he wasn't better than me at this! It's the only thing he's good at, so he's had a lot of time to practice!" Not to mention a lot of incentive, but Prussia didn't mention that bit, instead going to take another sip of milk, only to discover his cup was empty. "Could the awesome me get another refill?"
England rose and got the jug of milk from the fridge.
"You might as well just leave it next to him," France commented as he deftly flipped the perfect eggs onto a plate and handed it off to Prussia, "-Bon appetite!- It's his third glass already!"
England bristled a bit – mostly annoyed that he hadn't thought of this himself – but left the milk on the table near the pale elf-nation. "I'm a bit surprised at that - I'd have thought Germany would be an expert at elven magic by now, what with the way he's always studying those books of his on how to do things properly."
Prussia shrugged. "He does know stuff," he explained as he ate his eggs, "I made sure to teach him everything I know, everything Opa Germania taught us, and West is a great student. Not as awesome as me, of course, but still pretty awesome. He studies hard, takes notes, studies them too… But he can't remember spells, no matter how hard he tries, and, if by some miracle he does get a spell down, he can never get it to work properly. He knows all sorts of stuff about theory and all. He just can't do any of it beyond glamour. 's like he's got a block in his head or something that won't let him." Prussia abruptly stopped talking and focused on his eggs. He had his theories about why Ludwig couldn't do magic. Possibly it was because Roman had been so good at it, so it had been locked away with the rest of it after… after that time. His other main theory was that he'd burnt out most of his power that one time, in his effort to survive and keep his promise.
But Prussia wasn't about to share these theories with the other two. They were a bit too private and about a tiny piece of history a bit too dark for even Prussia to feel comfortable talking about openly.
"I take it that that's why he's trusting you to do the wards?" England inquired dryly, noting the way the conversation had started to skate around that one time in history you never talked about with the Deutsch brothers, especially not with France in the room, and steering the conversation onto a lighter path.
Prussia grinned as though nothing had happened. "Ja. He hates it."
"What is it that these… wards… do?" France queried as he sat down next to England across from Prussia.
"Prevent what happened today from happening." Prussia grinned. "Protective stuff, ya know? So West and I can't be summoned as anything other than nations, and so our glamours aren't broken if we are summoned somehow."
"Why not just make it so you can't be summoned at all?" France's hand began inching its way towards England, without either of them seeming to notice. "It would be much safer, non?"
"No, someone would notice eventually." It was England who answered. "Nations can be summoned, much like beings of a more fantastical persuasion."
"Oh?" France raised an eyebrow. His hand was almost within groping range. "And how would you know that, mon Angleterre?"
"Been summoned a few times myself." England replied easily. Without looking down he picked up a fork off the table and stabbed it into France's questing hand. Hard.
A string of high-volume, multi-lingual profanities erupted, generously interspersed with howls of pain.
Prussia watched with amusement as the two nations began a minor reenactment of the 100 years war. Partway through it somehow managed to turn into a make-out session. Prussia took this as his cue to leave.
Swallowing the last of the milk, Prussia stood up from the table. "The awesome me will be leaving now! Chus!"
"Hm? Oh, yeah, fine…" England mumbled distractedly.
France was too busy doing the distracting to respond.
Prussia smirked to himself as he left the house, stepping onto one of the secret roads the fae traveled to get from place to place quickly and invisibly. He still had to set up the wards when he got back to the house, but before he did that, he had a phone call to make.
After all, Hungary would be so disappointed if she knew she'd missed out on something like this…
The End (until the omake!)
Yup, that's it, except for a few little last bits I was unable to fit into the story, but wish to share.
For starters, Prussia actually enjoys doing the wards - it's something only he can do, which is gratifying. He drags his feet about it because he doesn't want anyone to know this. Also, Hungary knows about Prussia being an elf. I figure it this way: the two of them grew up together. He knew her when she thought she was a boy, she knew him when he hadn't perfected glamour. The two know lots of secrets about each other. It also felt right that Prussia would set Hungary on France and England after all of this. After all, he needs to get a little bit of payback for them summoning him and his brother like this. And he is a dark elf - they're mischievous little buggers like that! ;)
In my head France and England have a steady relationship going, but it's very volatile, and is comprised of arguing with each other almost as much as being romantic and stuff.
As for Germany's inability to use spells, this was another of those things that just felt right. And one of Prussia's theories is my headcannon for this story. Care to guess which?
Yes, I'm going with the theory that nations can be summoned the same as a supernatural entity (coughEpisodeWithRussiacough). And I think it makes sense that England would have seen the inside of a summoning array on multiple occasions, considering his history. And he's certainly not going to mention that whole incident with Russia to two members of the Bad Touch Trio! ^^
I hope you've enjoyed reading this, even if it probably wasn't what OP originally had in mind! See you at the omake!