Hetalia: The Magic Almanac- The Novelization

Origin: Part 1 - Chapter 6: Breaking Point

The countries gathered over to the closed gates of the Entrance, listening to the painfully emotional fight between Horatio and his father. Many were concerned for Horatio's emotional well-being, while others, especially Prussia, really didn't care much. Once someone betrays Prussia is forever a traitor in his eyes.

Prussia munched on popcorn while listening to the two argue. To him, it seemed like a really good radio opera that at least wasn't cheesy. 

"Justice makes this popcorn taste so much better!" Prussia boasted, "And justice is awesome...like me!" 

England knew that this was a very serious matter to the point he was about to knock over Prussia's popcorn. 

"Now is not the time to fool about and eat popcorn, you git!" England shouted, 

"He's right, you know." Another fellow country, China, agreed. 

Prussia brushed off England's protest and continued to munch on his popcorn, while occasionally sharing it with his trusty feathered friend, Gilbird. "Let's just continue watching the storm unfold..." 

On the other side, Horatio and the Wizard continued arguing with each other.

"Father!" Horatio exclaimed, "There is a truth behind this, but you'll disregard it anyways!" 

"If it's you not wanting to follow the family lineage of wizardry, I know!" the Wizard bursted, 

The Wizard realized his outburst came with a rather heavy emotional toll upon himself. Tears began to swell up and drip down his wrinkly, old face. 

"Horatio... Do you know why our family lineage are purely wizards?" 

Horatio grunted, as this was something his father always told him as a child. It was a rather common bedtime story that many elders would tell their children, of Horatio's ancestor who was a well-known hero in the land. 

"A story I told you ever since you were a small child, able to understand words and thoughts. The story of our furthest known ancestor, Arne the Wise."

Many, many years ago, further back than our story of Horatio and the Magic Almanac, there lived a man named Arne. His braided hair nearly went down to his ankles, which many referred to him as the Braided One. A warrior who fought in a great war against many kingdoms, his efforts have truly turned the tide of the war and has given him the experience to fight against great evils. 

After the Great War ended, Arne no longer had a use for his skills as a warrior. For many years, he trained himself to become something he believed was greater than a warrior: A mage. He crafted his own staff, which came to be known as Stellis, because of the star on the tip of the staff. A beautiful red ruby glistened in the center of the star. 

One day, as Arne practiced magic from a wizard he met from a faraway land, he heard the distressing screams of people outside. He looked out the window to see that a great fire had spread all over the town by an enraged wyvern, only known to be as Vyrik the Terrible. The wyvern knocked buildings down with his barbed tail and since many of the homes use candles, it was rather easy to set a whole town ablaze. 

Arne grasped Stellis and prepared to come face-to-face with Vyrik the Terrible. 

Through the fire and the ashes of the burned buildings and people, Arne finally reached Vyrik the Terrible, who waited for Arne.

"Vyrik the Terrible!" Arne declared, "You have destroyed my home and my people who live in this here village. Prepare to suffer your fate!"

Vyrik roared and lashed its poison-barb tail towards Arne. Swiftly, he dodged the attacks towards him. With one calm breath, Arne leaped into the air and with the strongest magic Arne knew, and slain the evil beast with Stellis. 

"What?!" Prussia exclaimed as he dropped his popcorn, "This brat is the descendant of a badass warrior?!" 

"I'm not at all surprised, honestly," England said, looking back at the bewildered country, "But what I am impressed is how a warrior taught himself to be a wizard, which is a feat in itself." He looked back at the gates of the Almanac, listening to Horatio and the Wizard. "But one question remains. Will Horatio ever learn to appreciate his father and the rest of his family heritage?"

This question was soon to be answered...

"People break traditions all the time!" Horatio argued, "Why won't you let me break this damned tradition?!" 

"Arne the Wise declared that his offspring that don't become wizards will be cursed! A fool within our family name! Do you want to be nothing but a fool, Horatio?! A fool for eternity?!" 

Horatio has reached his breaking point. Curses! Do they really exist? Horatio didn't care if he was a fool or not, he wanted to reach his one true dream: to become a bard. A bard that can travel through the lands, performing music and poetry to the masses. To become someone much like Shakespeare: beloved for many generations, his plays performed all over the world. 

"Father, I have had enough," Horatio growled, "I refuse to believe in silly curses, and I will live my life however I want my life to be!" 

The Wizard knew at this point that Horatio has become nothing but foolish. It seemed that the Wizard finally needed to budge towards Horatio's demands of fulfilling his own destiny.

"Horatio... just go." the Wizard muttered, "Fulfill your damned dream. I don't care anymore. But no matter, your ancestors will curse you to the deepest pits of Hell."

Horatio was taken aback by his father's statement. He can finally fulfill his dreams now! But at the same time, Horatio did feel terrible for arguing to his own father. 

"Father?" Horatio spoke up worriedly,

"Go."