Hetalia – Of Magic and Might

Ayo! A shout out to SakuraMoriChan who gave me my first review of this story, thank you so much! She writes some amazing Hetalia fan fictions so if you have time be sure to go and check her content out as well :3 Anywho I present chapter four where we finally meet England my favourite character.

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The Capital, The Shopping distinct, Clocktower plaza.

At the centre of the Capital's shopping distinct stood Clocktower plaza, a large bustling square lined by various successful businesses and apartments. Clocktower plaza was not just the main component that connected the shopping distinct's circuit boarding the Capital, but was also the primary information hub. Any information the Empire wished to be released publicly was always streamlined directly to Clocktower plaza's notice boards before being distributed to the other floating islands. Due to its ever present popularity with the people, the businesses established around the plaza were never short of customers and their profits bloomed with every new piece of information published.

Around a derelict street leading to the plaza, Alfred Jones stumbled into view and upon seeing the square let out a joyfully cry of success.

"Ah-ha! Yo Kiku I saved our butts! Look 'Clocktower plaza', that's near the palace right?". Alfred turned around to see his partner stagger around the same corner he had passed looking quite green "Dude are you okay? Maybe you shouldn't of had that free 'mystery' drink from that seller".

Kiku walked a little way into the square before stopping and bending over looking like he was going to be sick "But he said he went into so much effort preparing the drink, it would of been rude not to accept it". Kiku straightened up again swaying slightly on his feet and his dark eyes had glazed over "Maybe we could get something to drink to wash the taste out of my mouth?".

"Sure man, sure. Uh okay Mexican food is a no go for you right now, Thai?. Never mind I'm not in the mood, oh oh oh! English tea! You like tea Kiku right? There's a English place over there by the florist, let's go!" Alfred reached for Kiku's arm and frog-marched him over to a quaint café with a painted sign reading 'The Tea Room".

The Tea Room was quite airy with plush conchs and armchairs spaced leisurely around the room. The opposite wall to the front consisted of an entire wall of books and in front of that wall were two dark green love-seats opposite each other. The space was lit by two petite chandeliers and the art work that hung on the walls was of various garden plants and countryside views.

When Alfred and Kiku entered through the wooden door there was a musical ringing of a silver bell and to the right of the open door was a large dark wood counter. On top of the counter was an old fashioned copper register and next to it embedded into the wood work was a glass display cabinet, show-casing patisseries and other sweet cakes including a large iced Victorian cake. Two men stood behind the counter looking towards the arrival of their new customers, both were blonde but one of them wear his hair long in an low stylish ponytail while the other's was shorter and was a little messy. The man with the ponytail also had strikingly violet eyes and he had a slight shadow on his chin,he was clothed in a dark purple shirt and black pants. His companion had dark green eyes like emeralds and had comically thick eyebrows, he wore a more casual white shirt and loose black tie along with a pair of similar black trousers.

"We'll finish this conversation later Francis" the man with emerald eyes whispered to Francis in a heavy English accent, Francis pouted at this before turning his attention to the approaching Alfred and Kiku.

"Bonjour Monsieur's! Welcome to my café, how may I serve you?" Francis sang, his voice containing a French accent. Alfred seriously considered taking a step back from this flamboyant man, thinking that perhaps this was the Frenchman Yao mentioned before back on his ship.

"What do you mean 'your' café' you tosh pot! It's mine and you are the one who is working under me here!" Interrupted Francis' apparent boss angrily, his eyebrows scowling as he glared at Francis.

"Now now Arthur, mon petit lapin. I meant nothing by it! You know me, always making the funnies" Francis teased throwing his arm over Arthur's shoulders and leaning in into Arthur's personal space. Arthur ducked causing Francis to overshoot the distance and nearly stumble over Arthur's extended foot.

"Just go and serve whose ladies who won't stop drooling at you in the corner, I'm starting to feel nauseous just looking at your stupid frog face for so long" Arthur snapped. Francis shrugged, threw a wink over his shoulder and swaggered over to the corner table where five girls had gathered together and nearly swooned when Francis approached them. Arthur gave Francis another scowl for good measure and then seemed to of remembered that his newest customers were still waiting to be served. "Uh right sorry about that chaps, what would you like?"

" I'm Alfred Jones and this is Kiku Honda, he wants some tea. Green tea if you have it" Alfred said as Kiku was starting looking paler by the second.

"You know you don't have to state your full name and-, wa is your friend okay? He looks like he's going to throw up whatever he last ate" Arthur replied looking concerned, Kiku weakly nodded but then paused looking confused at what his body was trying to prepare him for. Arthur's eyes widened with recognition at the face of a man who was about to empty his stomach. "Okay! Back door now! I do not want vomit on my floor!" Arthur shouted roughly grabbing Kiku by the shoulder and dragging him through a door behind the counter, Alfred panicking followed behind.

Arthur pushed into the bathroom beside a set of stairs behind the backdoor and held Kiku over the open toilet just as he emptied the contents of his stomach, the horrid smell of bile and the sound of retching filled the room. Arthur turned his face away but stayed behind Kiku reassuringly rubbing slow circles on his back.

"Hey it's okay, it's better out then in trust me. Oi! Alfie or whatever the hell you said your name was, get me some water from the front!" Arthur yelled to Alfred who was standing outside the bathroom door before moving to do as the Brit commanded, though he wasn't particularly pleased at how Arthur had phrased it. Moving to the front of house Alfred reached for a glass below the counter and poured some tap water into it, to his right he saw Francis approach with a look of curiosity on his face.

"So what happened to your friend to make him this sick?" Francis asked leading against the wooden counter and titling his head slightly.

"I dunno, I mean I think it was this spiked drink sample he took from a dude around Wine o'clock street. He started to look green as we got closer to the plaza" Alfred explained glumly looking at the water in his hand "Do you think he'll be alright?".

"Of course mon ami! It's impossible to become ill when in Arthur's capable delicate hands" Francis answered sincerely looking Alfred in the eyes, Alfred sighed and started for the back door again with Francis on his tail. Alfred opened the bathroom door however found it to be empty.

"They have probably gone up stairs, come follow moi" Francis gestured to Alfred and together they climbed the wooden creaky stairs to Arthur's apartment above his little tea room.

Wahoo! Francis and Arthur have joined the board! Thank you reading and I hope you will give a moment to review and follow this story. Next time! Arthur attempts to cure Kiku's mysterious illness while Alfred begins to suspect there is more to Arthur then he would have him believe!

Till next time!