Hetalia: The Magic Almanac- The Novelization

Origin: Part 1- Chapter 3: Briefing

The spell the Wizard had cast upon the Almanac had a major downside: The Wizard's energy was rapidly draining. The Wizard fell from his levitational trance and slammed right onto the hard, wooden floor.

Prussia and England stood in shock. Austria, however, was paying no attention when the trance occurred, as he had his nose in a book. His attention was diverted when he heard the loud thump of the Wizard landing on the floor.

"Why in the name of Beethoven did I hear as if someone..." Austria began, walking towards the scene and not knowing what really happened, "SWEET MOTHER OF MOZART! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Austria my friend..." The Wizard croaked, "Is that you? I lost so much of my energy....I cannot move...I must...rest."

Right away, Prussia scooped the Wizard in his arms. "The awesome Prussia respects the elderly," Prussia announced, "And has volunteered to help this poor wizard!"

"Thank you, Prussia..."

Slowly but surely, Prussia lugged the weakend old man up the stairs, while the other two tagged along right behind him. 

"You're so light, like a tiny baby!" Prussia said, looking down at the wizard in his arms.

"I presume that you're a very strong country!" 

The two laughed together, but England was rather focused on the gravity of the situation. In his mind, there was no time for laughter: there was only time to see if the Wizard was severely injured or not.  

Once upstairs, there were only two bedrooms. One was for Horatio, which still looked a bit childish, despite his age. England peeked his head into Horatio's room and immediately mistook the room for the Wizard's room. 

"How come your bedroom looks like a child's bedroom?" England asked out of curiosity,

"That's my son's bedroom, you goose!" the Wizard chuckled heartily.

"Ha! You're such a goose, England!" Prussia mocked his fellow comrade and laughed along with the Wizard. 

"No need to be rude. Especially in front of the old man!"

"Now is not the time to bicker!" The Wizard roared, thankfully preventing a fight to break out. 

Eventually, The Wizard's bedroom was found; it was only a couple of feet away from Horatio's. England looked rather intrigued by the rather rustic-feeling atmosphere that was present. He looked around, noting the Wizard's bed had two wooden eagles that were carved on the end.

"So, this must be your bedroom?" Prussia asked as he carried the old man to bed,

"Indeed, it is." 

"Off to bed!" Prussia proceeded to then recklessly drop the almost lifeless wizard onto the bed. Thankfully, he wasn't hurt from the fall. 

"I appreciate your help getting me here, Prussia," The wizard said once again, "Just be more gentle next time. Now, before I doze off, I must tell you three something incredibly important." 

The three countries motioned closer to the Wizard and agreed to listen to what he was going to be briefing to them. 

"If my son gets stubborn, do not fear. It's just him being himself. I truly wish I can read my son's mind, so I can understand what he is thinking of me and find the reason why he is stubborn in the first place. Alas, mind reading is impossible in the art of wizardry. He isn't home now, as I assume he is disobeying the town's curfew with his group of friends. So, I will introduce you three to my son tomorrow when he gets home from school. So please, return in the almanac and rest for the night. Our journey begins tomorrow." 

As the three countries bid farewell for the night, the Wizard blew the candle out that lit up the bedroom. Now, it was finally time to the old man to regain his energy.