The Four Are Really One (A Hetalia Fanfiction)

.•°*Part one*°•.

Another day, another ordinary meeting for the magic club. It was half passed 4:00pm as Emilian rushed to the class they were meeting in, clutching his brand new spell book close to his chest. Meanwhile, Arthur and Lukas waited patiently and discussed stories their mystical friends had told them from time to time. Emilian suddenly bursted into the room panting. "S-Sorry I'm late!" He stammered as he trudged over to the center table and sat across from Arthur and Lukas. He set his book down on the table and took his seat, resting his head beside it. "Its alright, you were only a few minutes shy of the start." Arthur replied as he shot Emilian an assuring smile. Lukas, on the other hand, just gave Emilian a disappointed look.

"What'd I miss?" The Romanian asked as his heavy breathing finally began to calm.

"Nothing important." Lukas responded, wiping the look off of his face quickly.

Arthur stretched his arms forward and let out a content sigh. "So, Emilian, what did you find in your new spell book?" Arthur asked, motioning towards the velvet red book the Romanian carried to the room. The trio had chosen their own separate books by the trait about them that appealed to them the most at first glance: the color of the colors. The response Emilian gave the Brit was simple.

"Many weird things..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Arthur inquired, raising a brow as he snagged the book up and threw it open. Emilian lifted his head and stared at Arthur with wide red eyes. "Art, its nothing very special, just spells that have to do with emotional and mental control...er....something like that." He replied bluntly. Arthur's eyes glimmered with curiosity. "Oh my, that sounds intriguing! I'd love to see one of your spells!" He remarked, shoving the spell book back to the strawberry-blonde. Emilian caught it and blinked in shock.

"W-Well...there's something I could possibly do.." He stuttered with a nervous chuckle. He opened his book and flipped through the pages. The pair across the table stared at him intensely, one eager, and the other not so much. As Emilian skimmed each and every yellowed page of his book, time seemed to slow down, and the stares of the other blonde boys were piercing.

Feeling pressured, Emilian settled on a spell that allowed the caster to peer into his own mind and pick apart his emotional balance, as well as others'. He rose from his seat silently, placed his book in front of the pair before him, and pointed out the spell he was to perform. Arthur beamed and nodded in approval. "Lovely!"The Norwegian read over the spell and glanced up at Emilian. "How do we know you'll have done it?" He questioned, his voice unenthusiastic.

Emilian shrugged. "You'll just have to trust that I won't mess up."