Author's Note: I am sorry for the first pairing. When I was creating it I was very busy with other stuff. That would explain the sort of unevenness feel to it. I think that this chapter will be better for you guys. The next chapter will probably be the Belarus x Norway. I hope you like this chapter. Do not forget to review for me if you want to see any pairings in later chapters. I promice I will update more when summer starts.
In a certain school called World University something is about to happen. The hallways are silent and completely deserted aside from the occasional stray piece of paper laying on the white tiles. There is not a sound coming from any crack or corner of the tall walls or long hallways. There is a very good reason for this: the school day is over with and everyone has gone home. Well aside from the teachers, janitors, and two students. These two students always stay over everyday and are always hard at work in their club. What club? Magic Club, of course, and it's not that stupid card game club either. It is the true magic club. The magic club can only meet in one place. The place that every student is scared to go into. The deep dark, smelly basement. There are two reasons why it is down in the basement: that is the only place that they can work and the teachers do not want anything to pop up in their rooms. Inside this club is a boy student with messy blond hair, dark emerald green eyes, and two what seem to be caterpillars for eyebrows. He is wearing the usual school uniform, but over top of it is a dark black cloak. The smaller of the two students is another boy with strawberry blond hair and deep blood red eyes. He is simply wearing the uniform but there is one minor adjustment to his outfit. There is a hat with three ribbons, red, blue, and yellow, sitting on the side of his head perfectly balanced. They are both standing next to a huge bookshelf with what seems like millions of books. In one corner of the room is a cauldron with white smoke coming up from the center. But that is not important at the moment. What is important are the two hot guys in the room. The one with the caterpillar brows goes by either the name of Arthur or England depending on the situation. The one with the red eyes is known as either Demitri or Romania, again depending on the situation.
"What other books do we need to look through to do this?" England asks while he is gazing up at the towering bookshelf. In his arms is a stack of at least fifteen books. His green eyes are barely peaking over the top of the stack that looks as though it will topple over at any moment. Romania runs his fingers along the spines of a few of the books, deep in thought as he look for a certain book that seems to have been swallowed by the hundreds of surrounding books.
"Just one more but I don't know where I put it last," Romania responds, his eyes scanning over each book in search of the misplaced book.
"What is it called?" England inquires, his own green eyes beginning their search of the book. Before Romania can reply, he spots what he is looking for and plucks the old, dusty book from the shelf and adds it to the stack. Now England's face is completely covered and looking like he and the books will fall to the floor soon.
"So what is this for exactly?" England questions and slowly and carefully maneuvers himself and the stack of books over to the table in the center of the room. Once down, the stack makes a cloud of dust form near the bottom. England waves his hand through the cloud in attempt to disperse the tiny particles surrounding the bottom of the stack. Romania walks over next to him and grabs the book at the top of the stack, almost choking on the dust.
"Just a little revenge on someone." Romania says with a smirk. England looks warily at him, recalling the last time he said that but shakes his head.
"What did Russia do this time?" England asks and grabs the next book. He quickly leafs trough the pages not looking for anything in particular. Romania looks through the book with great intensity and does not look up at him to respond.
"He was messing with my hat again. Plus he kept threatening to take me over again. I swear he has nothing better to do with his time than annoy me to death. I am not his little dog no matter what he may say." Romania complains and finally finds what he is looking for. He puts the book down on the table with it open to the page.
"You remember what happened last time you tried to use magic to solve your problems with Russia. We were out of school for over a month. Do not try it again." England scolds and holds his own book out to him.
"Well, I am going to be more careful this time. I just accidentally spilled something that I was not supposed to into that pot." Romania responds and takes that one. He flips through the pages slowly trying to take in all that he can in the least amount of time.
"This time then lets make sure that nothing is around the pot." England says, moving a few stray ingredients away from where they are working. Finally noticing the cauldron still steaming out white smoke, he goes over to it in the corner to get a better look at it before turning back to Romania. "Did you already start this potion?" England questions and grabs the wooden stir stick on the side of the cauldron. Romania looks up at him with confusion written all over his face.
"No, I thought that it was your doing." Romania says and walks up next to him. "What is it?" Romania asks and takes a small breath in through his nose. "It smells like... roses?" Romania questions and pulls away. England shakes his head and keeps looking.
"I do not know what to do about it. This smell seems oddly familiar. I just cannot put my finger on it." England says and goes back to the towering bookshelf. He runs his fingers along the worn down spines.
"What are you looking for?" Romania questions and keeps looking down at the potion, the bubbles coming up extremely close to the top of the pot. England pulls out a leather bound book and flips to the table of contents.
"I am looking for what that potion is so I know how to counteract it." England states and does not find what he is looking for so flips to the back. Romania nods and walks over to him, his shoulder brushing his back. England looks up at him with those caterpillar eyebrows of his knitted together in confusion. "What are you doing? You are standing a little too close for comfort." England says and takes a step away from him. He flips through the book and finally finds what he is looking for, but before he can have a chance to get a good look at what the book says, Romania grabs the book. "What are you doing?!" England demands and takes a step away from him. Romania takes the book out of his hand and throws it on the ground by their feet.
"I do not know what you are talking about." Romania states and leans in even closer. His voice has a strange, almost child-like, tone to it. England pushes him away and quickly looks at the open book on the ground below him. The page is still open to the part where he was at. His face goes pale, and he backs away. The title is in big bold letters, 'Love Potion'. Romania has a hurt and confused look on his face, not even attempting to conceal his feelings. He landed on the ground and is now sitting on his knees, looking up at him.
"Romania do not do anything stupid. I am going to try to fix this." England says and picks up the book. Romania stares up at him with a small spark in his blood red eyes. England sighs and looks at the potion again.
"You are no fun." Romania complains but stays on the ground. England briefly looks down at him and shakes his head. He starts pacing back and forth from the table to the wall next to the cauldron.
"Love Potion is one of the most dangerous of all the others. So who would have done this?" England asks to the air. He runs his finger along the words searching for an antidote.
"You look so cute when you do that~" Romania sings and traces the floor. England slightly blushes but ignores the comment.
"I will fix this soon. Just hang in there for me." England says and goes to a bench with different bottles on it. He rummages through the bottles lifting up a few. He lets out a sigh of relief for restocking it just the other day. Romania stands up and sits on the table next to the forgotten stacks of books. He traces his finger along the top book thoughtfully.
"You know..." Romania pauses for a second waiting for a response. England lets out a sigh and turns to him. His arms overflowing with different bottles of various shapes and sizes with different glowing colors.
"What?" England asks trying to keep his voice calm. He takes the bottles to the same table that he is sitting at but moves the books to the other table. He carefully sets the bottles down on the table and sets up the potions book on a wire stand. Romania leans over so that his face is right in front of England's. England looks away from him and moves his face out of the way.
"I really do like you... Maybe even love you." Romania says and swings his legs back and forth. England ignores the comment, trying to focus on making an antidote for Romania.
"That is just the love potion talking. Do not worry I will fix it soon enough." England states and double checks the ingredients. He looks over at Romania who is now looking very upset, his red eyes looking as though they were about to pool with tears.
"You mean that you do not like me?" Romania asks and covers his face with his hands. England is slightly taken aback by this new behavior. He sets down the bottle he was working with and places his hand on Romania's head. Romania looks up, his eyes now even more red now than they were before.
"It's not that I do not like you, I just... Well, you are my best friend. That is all." England says carefully and waits for his reaction. Romania looks down at his hands that are now in his lap. "Besides... This is the love potion talking. You do not really mean any of this." This sends Romania's face back into his hands. England gives up trying to comfort him and turns back to his work. He grabs the bottle he was working with and shakes the contents, the liquid being a bright banana color. The sounds of swishing of the potion and of small sobs from Romania are the only sounds in the room. England ignores these sounds and grabs another bottle, this time a bright orange color. He mixes the two bottles together creating a green liquid. This continues on for a few minutes until finally he reaches an end. He looks over at the crying Romanian, his forehead crinkling in a small frown. He extends the bottle, now filled with a purple liquid, out to him. "Here, I made the antidote. It will make you feel better." Romania does not even move his hands from his face to talk.
"I do not need it." His voice is now serious, showing no sign of the effects of love potion or the previous overflow of emotions. England stares at him, confused, trying to figure out why that is.
"What do you mean? You were affected by the potion." England wants to say more, but Romania stops him by jumping off the table. Romania refuses to look at him, so he just looks at the wall.
"You forgot to read the very end of the page. Love Potion is not inhaled. It's drunken." Romania says with anger starting to brew inside. "But of course you would not figure it out." From where England is standing he can see the tears starting to form at the corners if his eyes. All England can do is stare at him dumbfounded.
"You mean..." His face turns bright red. Almost as red as Romania's eyes. Romania stares at the ground angrily like it was the ground's fault for his bad luck.
"I am the laughing stock of the school. No one seems to like me. I try to make friends but they all run away when they see me. I just thought that it would be nice to have someone for a change. But apparently I was wrong!" Romania yells and turns angrily to leave. England grabs his hand quickly and pulls him back around to face him.
"Just wait a second. I did not say anything. I am just a little shocked." England says and shakes his head.
"But you made it clear to me while you were preparing the antidote you did not like me." Romania says and does not look him in the eyes. England stays silent contemplating on what to say. Romania grows even angrier. "Fine. I understand." Romania tries pulling away but England pulls him back, their chests colliding from the force. Romania glares at him, tears streaming down his face now. England can only think of one thing to do. He hugs him tightly and lays his head on his shoulder. Romania stiffens for a second but relaxes after a few seconds, returning the hug. England pulls away and starts wiping away his tears.
"Do you understand now? I said that I was shocked. I did not say anything about not liking you." England asks and keeps wiping away the tears. Romania slowly nods and hugs him tightly.
"So is that a yes?" Romania questions, all signs of anger gone at this point. England smiles and adjusts his hat.
"That is a definite yes." England says and pulls away. "Now come on we need to finish cleaning this place up." Romania smiles and looks at the table. The table is now covered with empty bottles of potions.
"Thank you so much." Romania says and helps clean up the bottles. England takes the empty bottles over to the sink and drains them out. Romania clears off the table and picks up the stack of books. He carries it over to the bookshelf and starts putting them back in their correct place. England looks up from his cleaning and shakes his head at a scene that has now been created. Romania is standing on his tip toes trying to reach a spot near the top shelf. He looks over to the side and finds a ladder. He sets it up against the shelves and climbs up the rungs. The top shelf is just out of his reach. Romania makes one more final attempt to reach the top, but his foot slips. He starts falling down to the ground. England, who is now at the bottom of the ladder, catches him and struggles to stay up.
"Are you alright?" England asks and slowly stands him up on his feet. Romania's eyes are wide like a scared cat.
"Sort of. T-thank you." He shivers slightly, still in shock from falling. England takes him over to one of the chairs and sits him down. Romania looks up at him with a grateful gleam in his eyes that are now a lighter shade of red. England looks him over to make sure that nothing happened. There are no bruises on his arms so be goes back to cleaning the bottles. Romania stands up slowly and puts his hand on the top of the chair for support. England looks up from his work and shakes his head.
"Do not worry about that book. I will take care of it." England states and washes out one of the bottle of soap causing fine white bubbles to cover his hand. Romania looks over at him and blushes slightly. England looks at him slightly confused but laughs at him once he gets it.
"Are you sure? You already have those bottles to take care of." Romania questions and looks at the pile of glass bottles next to the sink.
"I will be fine. Unless if you want to go out and restock the things that I used. I would send out Norway, but he seems to not be here at the moment." England states and keeps washing. Romania shakes his head in retaliation.
"Norway can go do that since he decided to skip out on today's lesson." Romania says and pulls out his phone to text this said Norway. Norway is the third and final member of the magic club. He never misses a meeting but today he did. Romania texts: 'Hey where are you? You missed an interesting session. Also you need to pick up the ingredients.' He sets his phone down for a while on the counter and walks up behind England. He gently wraps his arms around him and lays his head on his shoulder blades. A light blush tint his cheeks as he keeps working. Romania smiles and rocks back and forth. The only thing interrupting this moment is the loud buzz of a phone scooting across the table. Romania sighs and lets go of him. He goes to the buzzing phone and looks down at it. It reads: 1 New Message. He flips it open and reads the new message.
'Hey I forgot to warn you... but I was in such a hurry to go on my date with Belarus that I accidentally left a potion in the cauldron. It has love potion in it. I was working on it for something. I hope it did not cause any trouble.' Romania shakes his head and presses the reply button.
'I should probably thank you for doing that. England and I had a very interesting time. Well have fun on your date.' Romania texts and presses the send button. England looks up from his work.
"What was that about?" England asks and starts wiping the bottles dry with a small white cloth.
"He said that he was the one who made the love potion. Currently he is on a date with Belarus so he cannot talk." Romania says and sets down the phone again. England sets down the bottles and takes the book off the ground where it landed. He walks over to the ladder and carefully puts it back.
"Speaking of a date, whee would you like to go?" England questions and looks at the time. Romania shrugs his shoulders.
"I do not really care as long as I am with you." Romania says and goes to another corner by the door. He bends down and picks up his seventy pound back. England walks over and grabs his own.
"How about we go out to a movie and then to dinner?" England questions and opens the door for him. Romania walks through the doorway with a smile.
"I would like that." Romania says as England walks out. The door slowly closes behind them leaving the room in complete and utter darkness.
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