Author's Note: Please don't kill me! I will have a longer note at the bottom clearing up a few things... This chapters a bit rushed and choppy b/c I wrote it in like a hour because I owe you guys one. It is also rather short, but it is still here, so enjoy!

Chapter 6

A strange encounter

The week flew by faster than Arthur could imagine, with strange classes that managed to bewilder him, but yet made perfect sense. Never in his life had be been more challenged, but in the best of ways.

As Saturday finally reached Arthur, he found himself feeling rather blue due to the lack of learning, and maybe the downpour of rain crashing against the window. With no homework, he felt himself with absolutely nothing to do, and for the first time in his life, he felt at a real lose.

Despite his misery at absolutely nothing, Arthur trudged downstairs to breakfast with a raincloud over his head, quite literally, because Peeves had taken a liking to annoying Arthur in anyway possible. But that is when the strangest thing happened to him yet, and that's saying something considering he had seen a unicorn at the edge of the forbidden forest the day before.

It all started when he felt a pair of eyes tingling on his neck. Quickly turning his head, he found nothing, only the slight wisp of what seemed like a robe. Feeling anxious, he started to walk faster.

This was inevitably his downfall, because soon, he found himself completely lost in a dank corridor. As soon as the realization hit him, it was too late, because a deep laughter started to echo behind him. It was low and rumbling, shaking the very foundation around his feet. Arthur decided that the best thing to do in this situation was run.

So he sprinted, faster than he ever had in his life.

It didn't come as a surprise when he tripped face first on the ground, scraping his hands and knees on the mossy stone. Turning around in terror as a strange figure seemingly floated towards him, laughing when a rumbling boom.

What did come as a surprise was when the figure also fell flat on its face, and started to cry out in pain.

"Milen! You were supposed to maintain the spell until we negotiated! Now it is ruined."

Another boy, maybe a year older than Arthur with black hair ran out from behind a suit of Armor, looking kinda guilty and annoyed at the same time.

"Vlad, I can't keep this up forever, levitation charms are harder than you think!"

The figure crumpled on the floor shot up, still tangled in dark robes. "Still, I know you can do it, plus, I am already amplifying my voice, plus, I can levitate by myself, I am not some sort of Pixie!"

"Why are we doing this anyway, the poor kid looks terrified!" The dark haired kid looked at him sympathetically with green eyes. "He is practically in tears."

Arthur found himself getting annoyed. He was not in tears, thank you very much, there was just a lot of dust in the air, and it was getting in his eyes.

Arthur found himself getting annoyed, he was not in tears, thank you very much, there was just a lot of dust in the air, and it was getting in his eyes.

The robed boy looked back at him, looking surprised he was still there. As soon as he saw Arthur glaring at him, he gasped at tried to throw the robes back over him, laughing with a much higher pitch.

"Cower in fear, lowly first year! For I am the terrifying leader of the Black magic club, Count Vladimir!" He then progressed to making weird flapping motions with his robe, but ended up getting tangled.

Arthur just scoffed.

The dark haired boy rolled his eyes and chuckled, stepping on the others robes, making him trip. He then looked at Arthur pleasantly.

"Hello there, sorry to bother you, but my friend is trying to start a new club and I am helping him look for some new members." He glanced sideways at his friend who had managed to put his robe on backwards. "As you can see, he is not the sharpest tool in the shed."

A gasp came from under the robes "Says the guy who almost failed transfiguration last year." The boy said.

The dark haired boy looked affronted. "You did no better."

Arthur watched the exchange quietly, trying to back away slowly. This didn't work, because 'count Vladimir' finally got unstuck from his robes, and practically ran at Arthur, almost making him fall on his rump. Grabbing his shoulder, the boys face stopped inches from his own.

"Please, join my club, my friend here doesn't understand the awesomeness of dark magic, and is a pain to be with."

A disgruntled "Hey!" came from behind them.

"Umm," Arthur started feeling nervous being in such close proximity with the other boy who had strawberry blondish hair and oddly enough, dark red eyes., "I'd rather not, want to get all that studying in, you know."

The boy looked devastated, and let his hands fall back to his sides. Turning around, he sulked off, motioning for his friend to come with him. "Come on Milen, let's go find someone else who will finally accept us."

The other boy raised his eyebrows. "More like accept you."

Arthur watched them go, feeling a bit guilty. The boy looked so sad, like someone had taken his favorite dessert and smashed it on the ground.

Groaning, Arthur called out. "Hey, I might consider if I knew more about it."

Within milliseconds, the boy had turned around, joy etched across his face.

"Really!" he exclaimed. "You are the first person today out of ten." The boy did a little happy dance. "Finally, I might become more popular than Elizabeta!"

The other boy laughed. "Yeah right, your going to have to grow a chest before that will ever happen."

The red eye boy gasped dramatically. "You know I am not a girl and will never have her, well, assets. Plus, everybody knows Katyasha has bigger ones."

Arthur found himself backing away again, face heating up at the strange topic at hand. He coughed, interrupting the two. "Well, I am not saying I will join your club, but it would be interesting to learn about the darker side of magic."

The dark haired boy laughed a bit. "Oh, its not really a black Magic club, it is more just Vlads attempt to have more friends besides me."

He was silenced by a hand to the mouth.

"Oh, don't listen to Milen, he doesn't know what he is talking about." He stuck his tounge out quickly before looking at Arthur again. "We do all sorts of things involving black magic like reading books, and, well, reading more books, and well..." He looked into space, thinking, before putting his finger in the air knowingly. "Oh, and I am trying to get permission from Headmistress Mcgonagall to let us go on a field trip into the forbidden forest." He smirked mischievously "I heard there are werewolves in there."

Arthur was hooked the minute he said forbidden forest. "Really!?" He questioned, trying to hide his excitement.

The boy smirked. "Oh yeah, we can finds some unicorns, or maybe even a centaur."

Arthur could barely stop himself from gasping.

The black haired boy rolled his eyes. "Like that's ever going to-"

Another hand to the mouth.

"So, what do you say." The boy asked, trying not to look excited.

Arthur tried to look like he was considering, but he couldn't stop the smirk forming on his face.

"It's a deal!" He said, putting out his hand to shake.

The red eye boy clapped his hands together merrily, before grasping Arthur's hand with both of his, shaking furiously.

"Wonderful, just wonderful! First meeting is next week, bring a friend or something!" He smiled gleefully. "Call me Vlad!" He exclaimed and then pointed at his friend, "He's Milen."

Arthur's shoulders were starting to hurt from all the hand shaking, but he ignored it. "Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." He got out between shakes.

Vlad finally let go, and nodded, "Nice to meet you Arthur!" He flashed him a oddly sharp toothed smile, then practically ran off with Milen in tow. "First meeting next Saturday eight o'clock in the classroom next to the seven red banners." He saluted before taking off, "See ya then!"

Arthur watched him go, smiling a tiny bit. Never had he met such an energetic person in his life, nor did he think he ever would. He stood there for a moment, fantasizing about finally being able to meet a real unicorn, and brag to Peter how he had met a true unicorn, and had even pet it. He stood there in a daze until he realized he had no recollection of where he was. That is when he facepalmed.

When he finally got to breakfast, the only person he knew there was Lukas, eating his strange butter toast, this time with cinnamon. He sat there, looking at the grey ceiling with a curious look on his face.

"Hallo Arthur" He hummed, taking a bite of toast.

"Good Morning Lukas!" Arthur replied with a bit more spring in his step. "I joined a club today."

Lukas looked at him with a mildly surprised looked and hummed, going back to his toast. "What kind of club?"

Arthur smirked, "Well, since you asked, I am now in the dark magic club. Its pretty cool, since I will get to see unicorns and stuff."

Lukas raised his eyebrows. "Isn't the leader of that Vladimir Lupei, the second year Hufflepuff with no friends or popularity."

Arthur was at a loss for words. Looking to the side, "Well, when you put it that way."

Suddenly, he heard a purr to his other side. "Did somebody say Vladimir Lupei?" An annoyingly familiar accent muttered in his ear. Instinctively, Arthur swung his fist into his neighbor's stomach.

"Nobody asked for your thoughts, Frenchie!" Arthur grumbled, looking back at Lukas, nose in the air.

Arthur smirked as he heard a grunt from the blond boy sitting next to him, and a surprised look from Lukas.

"I have a name you know, sourcils." The boy grunted.

Arthur turned around. "Well, I don't care to know the names of creeps like you."

Blue eyes met green in a intense battle until Lukas coughed, finished with his toast. "Um, Arthur, I'm going to go finish my homework. I shall see you later."

Arthur quickly turned around, "No wait for me, I am not staying here alone." He then grabbed a scone and made to get up, but he wasn't the only one who didn't want to be left alone.

"If I were you, I wouldn't spend time with Vladimir, there are quite a few rumors going around about him." The 'frenchie' decided to follow them, acting like a thorn in Arthur's side.

"Well," Arthur started, "I don't care to know anything from you. Plus, he is my new friend, we are in a club together."

"Oh ho ho, is that true. Well, you wouldn't want to be a club with him in it, considering he is a vampire."

The bite of scone that Arthur was midway through chewing suddenly spat out onto the floor.

"What?" Arthur exclaimed, looking at Lukas with panic.

The 'frenchie' had the most arrogant smirk upon his face. "That's what I heard through the grapevine." He then started to walk off.

"Shut up stupid frog!" Arthur shouted at his retreating form. "I don't care nor believe what you say, jerk."

The boy turned around, "It's Francis, thank you very much." And he turned around the corner, leaving Arthur in a very foul mood.

Lukas patted his shoulder softly. "Don't worry, it's probably not true, plus vampires are not all that bad."

Arthur just nodded, trying not to let the words get to him. Of all things it had to be vampires, one of the few things Arthur would rather not encounter in his life.

"If you would like, I will join you at the club." Lukas hummed, looking at the ceiling again. "It is another way to avoid annoying things in my life."

Arthur felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Truely?" He looked over, looking for a hint of security.

Lukas only nodded, and started to walk off. Arthur took a deep breath before going forward.

Why was he always biting off more than he could chew.

Author's note; pt.2

Sorry for the short chapter, and the lack of editing, along with crappy writing. It is like 12:00am as a write this, but I want to get it down.

Okay guys, I am so sorry for such a late update. I am pretty sure I haven't posted since like November 2016. Its been a long year, that's all I have to say. But summer is almost here, and Tennis season is almost through, and I will start trying to post a bit more regularly over the summer. I have a much different understanding of both writing and Hetalia at this point, especially since by love for Hetalia has only grown, which is saying something. I will probably be here for a while longer, so don't give up hope. One thing that has really kept me away from updating is a lack of a true problem with the story. I have it now, and things will actually start to develop now (hopefully). In all honesty, I have a better idea for a hetalia Harry Potter cross over that fits the characters better. I know that Arthur deffenetly could fit into ravenclaw, but the more I thought about it, the more I was sure that he defenetly belongs in Slytherin. I am going to stick with this though because it is funny having him in Ravenclaw, especially with Characters like Berwald, which I plan to do more with. Man, I really need to learn how to write his speach pattern, because I have some great ideas for the future, and I plan to include both Italy's, the BTT, Hungary and Austria, Lithuania (b/c he is awesome, and people seem to forget this), and a lot more France. I added Romania and Bulgaria today, as you guys probably guessed. I was probably a little off character with those two since I haven't really read many of the strips they are in recently, but I hope I am not far off.

Oh, since this is the first year, there will be no offical shipping, although at this point, it may be pretty obvious who I ship with who. I am going to update my profile soon because I have changed quite a bit, but if you want to check, go there. I will go on a whole rant about that there, but just know, nothing is actually going to happen in that department until much latter, most likely around 5th year. I plan to finish this year, but I want to know your imput on weather I should go on besides the first year, and if so, to the second year or the fifth year, just to start with all the fun stuff. Also, do you guys want another perspective in the future. You don't have to think about it know, but if you are a follower of this story, feel free to send me a note. I will probably respond.

Anyway, thank you all for staying with me on this one, and I will try to update soon. Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be long.