Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Eight*

Chapter Eight

Damn it, they're hot

"Are you certain this will work?" Arthur asked, looking skeptically at the magic circle beneath his feet. Vladimir scoffed from the desk, not looking up from his book.

"Of course it will work! I've been practicing magic for centuries and you're doubting my skill?" He scribbled something onto a paper with a flourish of his pen, standing from the desk with vigor.

"Inconceivable!" Carla exclaimed from the other side of the room where she carried two long robes.

"Exactly! Thank you, Carla," he said, accepting the robe and pulling his arms through the holes. Arthur rolled his eyes, a very concerning motion seeing as I didn't think he was able to do that.

"The last time you performed a spell on me, I ended up a turtle for a week, so excuse my reservations to let you do anything magic related around me again." His complaint fell upon deaf ears as Vladimir's eyes were glued to the paper he'd written on.

His lips formed mute words, reciting whatever he'd written over and over again. I mumbled a thanks as Carla handed me a robe identical to her own.

It was a simple black with gold thread creating unknown symbols along the edges like an over exaggerated disney villain. I pulled my arms through the sleeves without a question. Doubting magic thus far hasn't done anything for me. Might as well get some character development going and just go with it.

"Okay, humans, nations, breathing beings, it's time to get this magic parade going." Vladimir announced while taking his spot at the edge of the circle next to Carla, "I ask that any non magic users stay away from the circle to avoid side effects of the spell. Remain inside the protective robe and stick to the walls of the room and you'll be fine...probably."

I took another step away from the circle, my back bumping against the wall. I wasn't too keen on leaving the room with more appendages than I entered with.

With me safely out of the way, Vladimir cleared his throat and raised the paper to eye level. His hand extended above the circle as he recited the words written on the page. Beside him, Carla raised her arm as well, speaking in sync with the other magician. The spell's effect didn't manifest instantly.

I glanced around nervously as nothing changed. The room stayed dimly lit and Arthur remained a grumpy doll.

I swear to god, if the one time I decide to believe in magic fails I'm never believing in anything again.

I thought bitterly. Immediately after my thought finished, the lamps illuminating each corner shut off. The room plunged into darkness, short lived as the circle started glowing red. Vladimir's voice remained calm as this happened, not seeming phased as symbols raised into the air. What had once been a circle on the ground turned into a cylinder, the designs floating in a spiral as if making a staircase to the ceiling.

Arthur huffed as he began floating as well, though his feet seemed to have less gravity than his head which caused him to flip upside down. I held back a laugh as his tie fell in front of his face, hitting his nose in a gentle boop.

Carla and Vladimir's voices grew louder as the spell continued. The symbol's glow became harsh, stinging my eyes to the point where I had to cover them with the sleeve of the robe. With a final shout, the symbols burst into a bright light and I was blinded. The light died down and left the room in darkness once again. As my eyes adjusted I noticed the glee in Carla's voice as she ranted about how 'cool' it was to do spells again. Apparently my no magic rule had found its use in the club as well.