Hetalia Club Preparations Chapter 29:
Seamus Kirkland could sometimes be as Irish as his name.
A dreamer, schemer, and a (tolerable) drunk.
Other times, he was just a nosy big brother. Especially when he was bored.
Which explained why he was currently bothering his (almost) baby brother, Arthur.
'What have you got there, Artie?'
'None of your business, Seamus.', Arthur sneered as he cursed inwardly. Only a few steps more and he would've been climbing into his room again. If only he had seen his brother a little sooner, but he'd been concealed under the arch of the gate leading out from the mansion and to the grounds.
'Now, don't be like that little brother. We all need to share things in this family.'
'That's rich coming from someone who have always refused to lend me his broom.'
'I'm not going to let you borrow my precious broom.'
'And I'm not going to lend you my precious …'
'Letter?', Seamus asked, and in one swift motion he'd plucked the letter from Arthur's hands.
'Seamus! Give that back! Right this instant!', Arthur cried out, knowing as he did, that it was futile. Seamus, like the rest of his brothers (and some ignorant fool would argue, him, Arthur), did what he wanted. Helplessly, he watched as Seamus opened the flap of the letter, he'd so gently folded. However, both he and Seamus were startled when the letter just sealed itself and singed Seamus' fingers in the process.
'What in the name of Dumbledore!'
Oh, that's right. Irina had mentioned something about a Sealing Charm on the letter.
Once safely back in his room, Arthur allowed himself a chuckle. Experience had taught him that it was unwise to do so in front of his brothers, unless either of his parents were present. Well, Peter was safe to laugh at, but he was the only one.
With that out of the way, he arranged his quill, ink, and a fresh sheet of paper.
Preparations complete, Arthur picked up his quill to pen a letter to Irina, in reply to the one she's sent. He was halfway through his response when a sentence he'd missed in Irina's letter caught his eye. There, all the way at the bottom it said,
PS: Just in case there was some misunderstanding; it was the Transylvanian Ministry of Magic that I meant.
Though Arthur wasn't surprised he was glad that Irina had clarified which Ministry. He was happy for her; not many people, even the Transylvanian ones got something from the Transylvanian Ministry of Magic. They were quite mysterious, and rumour had it that they were the best magicians, in Europe.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia nor the Wizarding World
An additional note to the last chapter:
I have no idea how long bats can fly, or how much weight they can carry, but a raven fitted better.
Note for this chapter:
Please don't be offended about my description of the Irish. I know nothing and am just generalizing.
In the next chapter:
'I've never had magical powers, but I was born into a magical family.'
'You were a squib?'