Hetalia: The Magic Almanac- The Novelization

Origin: Part 1- Chapter 2: The Repayment

"Who...Who are you?" The Wizard asked to the man, still shocked that his spell has worked. 

"My name is Austria." said the man who emerged out of the book, "But my people refer to me as Österreich."

"I-Impossible! You may be a diplomat, but an entire country?!" 

"If I weren't a country, I wouldn't have popped out of the book, Dummkopf! In fact, I will proceed to tell you the entire history of my people who live in my land they call home." 

The Wizard immediately had thoughts of regret already, dealing with not only a very aristocratic young man that turned out to be the entire country of Austria, but with his rather unfriendly attitude. 

Another light shone brightly, coming from the Almanac again! This time, a rather loud voice can be heard! 

"It's me!" the voice screeched loudly, with their hand reaching out of the book. The Wizard sighed, and wondered who in the world it could be this time. 

"Oh, great..." Austria sighed exasperatedly, "It's none other than---"

"The awesome Prussia, of course!"

This new character was a rather tall, flamboyant man, much different than Austria could ever be. His hair was a silvery grey and wore a uniform that was a color only known to be as Prussian blue. A little yellow bird flew around him, but it seemed to be a specimen of an unknown species. The Prussian man approached the Wizard and swung his arm around him.

"So, what do we have here?" Prussia began as he spoke in a rather eccentric German accent, "An old man wearing something a spoony bard would wear? How lame and not awesome!" 

The Wizard, insulted by this remark only stuttered. "I-I'm a Wizard, you know." 

Suddenly, as if someone else heard this voice, Prussia looked towards the Almanac. There indeed was another voice to be heard! 

"My apologies, but did I overhear that someone is a wizard here?" 

The Wizard was rather agitated, as if the insanity was never going to end. Who is going to emerge out of the Almanac this time? He thought grumpily, What discord will this next fellow bring along?

Somewhere nearby, Austria was sitting by the fireplace on the Wizard's rocking chair as he read a book that the Wizard always gave to Horatio: Magic for Ignoramuses. Austria was intrigued by the book, but was rather displeased by the title, since he knows for the fact that he is not even close to being an ignoramus. 

The Wizard and Prussia saw a blonde man with rather bushy eyebrows that looked almost like Velcro strips attached to his forehead. This time, this man appeared to be a rather dignified kind of man, who calmly walked over to the Wizard from the Almanac. This man was none other than the country of England.

"Prussia can be an absolute buffoon," the man began, "But I have sensed from within the Almanac that you are in dire need of help." 

The Wizard, shocked by such a revelation, looked at this man who just emerged out of the almanac. "Finally!" the Wizard exclaimed, "A rationally sane 'country'!" 

"Well!" England exclaimed as he blushed greatly, "It has been some time since someone called me rational! But do tell me, fellow wizard, what seems to be your issue to the point we're involved?" 

The Wizard sighed and looked down to the ground, being reminded of the pain that rang through him, and the memories of Horatio. "My son." he started, "The one child I thought for sure would live a successful life like those before me, but he is on the verge of delinquency by being a fool and failing his education. But even I, as wise as I can be, do not know why he is doing such things.

As the Wizard felt as if he lost all hope within Horatio, England put his hand on the Wizard's shoulder, reassuring that there is hope left.

"We'll help you," England said in a rather calm tone, "As long as we work together, but it won't be easy." 

The wizard tearfully embraced England, as the entire country gave a reassuring hug to the old man. 

"Everything will be alright, fellow wizard." 

Prussia and Austria watched the two in awe that a country has formed a bond with a human, let alone, a wizard. I've never seen England being so supportive of someone before... thought Austria, Is this...witchcraft? Prussia, on the other hand, had a much different approach to the scene. I totally ship this! Prussia thought, Wizard man and England do make a good pair. After all, they do magic!

The Wizard couldn't hold back his tears, as they were filled with nothing but happiness. "Thank you for being so kindhearted and understanding," The Wizard cried as he held England's shoulders, "I must repay you right away!" 

England was shocked. "A repayment?" he asked, "Right away?" 

The Wizard nodded. "Yes, my friend, a repayment! In the form of magic! Magic as in the most powerful spell in my magic arsenal!" 

However, once England heard the word "Magic", he was rather hesitant. "Not to sound disgraceful, but why magic? I know magic myself, but this seems like a silly kind of payment, to be frank." 

"My friend, this is a spell that will change the lives of you and your country friends. A spell that takes many years to master, but only a few have succeeded! A spell that appears as if someone kept writing in this book for many, many years. A spell known only as..." 

The wizard began to form a stance around the book, about to perform a rather powerful spell. 

"Vita Allitera."

His eyes began to glow a hue of white, as if his eyes became lights. He levitated in the air, much to England's surprise. Shocked, England merely had no words to say about this spell, but his thoughts were running all over the place. 

I was right all this time! England thought, This man has gone mad, and he's going to bloody harm himself with all of this powerful magic!

Prussia noted that while he was doodling with a quill and ink, he noted the excessive brightness in the room. He got up and ran over to see that the Wizard was performing a spell. "Oh mein gott, this is awesome!" Prussia exclaimed as he watched in awe. England desperately reached out to grab the Wizard's garment to stop him from performing this spell, but it was merely too late. 

The almanac furiously turned the pages, making sure the spell went through each and every page. A spell like this came with a rather grim consequence, though...