Hetalia – Of Magic and Might
whoop whoop! Chapter 6! Thank you to very reading this story and leaving reviews, it's really helpful and means a lot to me to see people enjoying my content. In this chapter we'll have an insight into Arthur's backstory along with the introduction of Scotland, Ireland and Wales :)
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Clocktower plaza, Arthur Kirkland's apartment, Francis Bonnefoy's bedroom
Kiku Honda woke up in a cold sweat in an unfamiliar room. Kiku groaned and lifted his head trying to clear the fog that confused his thoughts, a wave of nausea flooded him causing him to drop his head back onto his pillow and groan louder. What had happened to him? The last thing he remembered was the blonde man named Arthur putting him to rest in this room, Kiku slowly sat up and waited for his eyes to focus before observe his surroundings.
The Frenchman's bedroom was rather bare with pale cream walls and a dark wood floor boards, the furniture consisted of a large white Californian king bed , a wall length mirror and a metal art easel in the corner. There was a vintage chest of drawers which on top rested a glass vase containing a single Iris flower, next to the vase was an gramophone with a classical record already set up. The room was simple, but stylish at the same time. It was shame that it's beauty was violated by the abrupt sound and smell of Kiku's bile as he threw up into the metal bucket placed beside the grand bed.
Back down on the lower floor of the apartment Arthur pulled Francis to one side when Alfred was busy studying a map of palace on the round table.
"Listen Francis, I'm going to need Alfred out of the apartment for awhile. Kiku is going to need a potion before he can fully recover, the symptoms will only get worse over time sadly" Arthur whispered not taking his forest green eyes off Alfred. Francis looked at Arthur with understanding and nodded once, he and Arthur parted and Francis strode over to the spotless kitchen. He picked up the pot where Arthur kept his favourite earl grey tea bags and casually shuffled over to the rubbish bin, before harshly tossing the whole lot in. Francis couldn't help but grin at the sound of Arthur's quiet angry hiss
"It had to be my tea didn't it" Arthur silently huffed to himself. Francis gently set the pot down on the counter, and gasped over-dramatically causing both Alfred and Arthur to jump.
"Mon dieu! Arthur we have no more of your hot leaf water! No fear mon lapin, I shall fetch some more. Come Alfred you accompany moi and I shall show you the sights" Francis exclaimed already heading for the door, Alfred looked up to Francis' bedroom door in worry and sighed as he rose to join Francis.
"As long as we are back for when Kiku wakes up, I'm worried about my main wingman you know?" Alfred murmured as Francis held the door open and together they descended down the stairs out of sight.
Arthur breathed out a sigh of relief as the American left his home, after Alfred had found his book of magic he had become paranoid that he had left more of his possessions to be found. He had been so stupid! Why did he think it was safe to leave it out in the open, even if it was just him and Francis living here the Empire was everywhere. He shouldn't of let his guard down like a fool, fools get caught. His brothers…
Arthur cringed away from the memory. He had to focus on the present not the past, Kiku was upstairs suffering and he needed Arthur's help. Arthur crossed the room to the wall of bookshelves that was his most reliable source of information and his personal fountain of knowledge. He gently skimped the hardback covers with his fingers until they came to rest on a spine written with the words in gold letters 'The Tales of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table'. Gently tugging the book towards himself the book shelf gave a shudder, retracted and slid behind the book case to its left revealing a hidden room with stone walls and floors.
Arthur stepped into his private room home to all his magical possessions and surveyed his study. The room was square, fairly small and contained Arthur's most sacred and precious possessions that he hadn't even told Francis about. In the far left corner there was a large oaken storage cupboard that was used to hold all of Arthur's alchemy and potion ingredients which included an assortment of herbs, various animal bones and vials of powdered contents. In the right corner there was a scribing desk with an eagle feather quill and an squid ink pot, towering piles of spell books surrounded the desk and its stool creating a mini labyrinth. The three walls were decorated with three magic sealing circles that were drawn in white chalk, Arthur had drawn the seals as soon as he had purchased the building to disguise his and his magical item aura's from detection by the Empire.
On the left wall of the room was a wooden table that contained Arthur's cauldron and brewery stand while on the right wall hung a portrait of his family. More specifically the portrait was of himself and his three brothers in a victory pose after they had won an international family archery tournament. All four brothers held their bows skyward, had very thick eyebrows and bore ridiculously happy grins on their young faces. The leftmost as well as the tallest and oldest brother with messy auburn hair was named Allistor and spent most of his time exploring the undiscovered regions of the floating isles, he had a thick Scottish accent and enjoyed smoking cigars throughout the day.
The brother beside Allistor had reddish brown hair and clover green eyes, he was named Seamus and had a high pitched Irish accent which he often used to annoy Allistor. He had been fairly quiet however could become easily offended. The final brother was named Dylan who was a brunette and enjoyed dragon hunting as a past time, he was specially proud of the Welsh green he had defeated single handedly and wore one of its tooth's around his neck with pride. Arthur stood in the middle of his brothers the only blonde of the bunch, his brothers with their arms slung over his shoulders with their peridot eyes twinkling. The Kirkland family brothers' blood was thick with strong magic and they were highly respected among sorcerers as one of the powerful families in the world.
Arthur's relationship had never been good with his brothers, Allistor, Seamus and Dylan had always despite repeatably denying it, been jealous of Arthur's ability to see mythical creatures and fairies. Even though they knew more about the mystically arts then Arthur, the sorcery community had always expressed a greater interest in Arthur and had dubbed him 'the prodigy' of the family. This continuous attention had created a rift between Arthur and his brothers, forcing him to seek company among his fae friends and other mysterious creatures as he grew up. His brothers would often send curses to Arthur ,one day Allistor in order to prove that he had no wish to have 'the sight' wore a earring of iron to ward away fairies and to purposely cause distress to Arthur who could see how much pain the iron inflicted onto the fae.
The archery tournament had overcome their feelings of jealousy and rivalry and had united them with fierce competitiveness, their skill with the bow was unrivalled and they had won with perfect scores. After they had won they had taken the pictogram to celebrate both their victory and perhaps the first happy memory they had had together in a long time. Allistor had ruffled Arthur's hair and Dylan had included him in his jokes, they had temporarily forgotten the bad history between them and came together once again as a family.
It was Arthur's the last happy memory before Empire Ivan had came for him and his brothers.
The Kirkland brothers names were quite difficult to decide on, I looked for their names and picked the ones I liked the most. Mainly back story this chapter but who doesn't what to know more our dear Arthur :3 Please spare the time to leave a review and follow this story if you enjoy this story.
Till next time!