Two Worlds (Hetalia X Reader)

15. Portals

"Yes."

"What?"

"Say pardon. It's considered to be more polite."

You glare at Arthur. "What does that even mean? I can create portals?"

"It's called magic." Arthur holds out his hand. You thought he wanted you to take it, but instead he turns his palm up towards the sky and mutters a few words in a strange language. Three golden butterflies seem to blossom from his hand and fly up towards the crystalline sky. "No magic is the same. You will never be able do what I just did now and I will never be able to do what you do."

"And I can create portals." You begin to slowly understand. "But does that mean the paintings of the stars are portals to space then?"

Arthur grabs your notebook and begins flipping through the star paintings. "Only the ones who haven't been damaged." He shakes his head. "No star portals."

"What do you mean by the ones who haven't been damaged?" You imitate his accent.

Arthur glares at you. "A portal can only be destroyed by it's creator." He holds up the door. "This is the only one in this book that has not been destroyed by the water. Only you can destroy this."

You examine your painting. "Only me..." You mutter to yourself.

"For example." Arthur holds his hand out to Francis. "Your lighter, please."

Francis complies and hands over a silver lighter. "See here." Arthur holds the page out so it is facing you. He places the lighter under the bottom corner and flicks it on.

By instinct, you reach forward to try at save your artwork. Arthur holds it just out of your reach. "Look." Francis gestures towards Arthur's hands.

You look over, tears slightly blurring your vision. Sure, you'd destroyed your own artwork plenty of times but seeing someone else do it...

At closer glance, you notices the flames were licking up the side of the paper but weren't burning it. The paint wasn't even peeling away. "What..?" Your voice is thick from a swollen throat. Your hands shake as you reach out slightly, indicating you want it back.

Arthur shut off the lighter and gave it back to Francis. "You see?" He hands the notebook back to you. You grab at it a little too desperately, earning a strange look from Arthur. "(Y/n), could you tell me why you are so desperate to protect your creation? I do believe you were crying when you thought it was burning."

You run your fingers over the smooth paint and whipe away a stray tear. Just having the portal back in your hands was calming you. "I..." You look down at it. "I just heard it... calling... to me. I don't know how else to describe it."

Arthur nods and looks towards Francis. "We best be getting home to our sons." He starts to stand up. "We've been away longer than we should have."

"Yes." Francis stands up as well. "But we'll be back." He assures you. Good. You still have a lot of questions.

Arthur pauses before he leaves, looking down at the drawing of the dark door. "May I take this?" He asks. "I promise I won't damage it."

You look at the crumpled paper. "Don't hurt it." You manage. Arthur promises and leaves with one last goodbye.

Once the two blond men are out of sight, Gilbert bursts through the patio doors and struts over to you. He does the not look happy. "Did that eyebrow monster make you cry?" He takes hold of your face. "What did he do?"

"Nothing." You reach up and swipe at non-existent tears. "I just freaked out when he was holding my art babies. It was like motherly instinct or something." You force an awkward laugh.

His eyes soften. "I know something that might cheer you up."