Hetachains (Rewritten Hetalia Reader Insert)

Chapter Nineteen*

Chapter Nineteen

A Delivery of Destiny

Romania

Human Alias: Vladimir Popescu

As seen by numerous pranks, Romania views himself as a magician. Though, his skills are heavily outmatched by other magic users. England and Norway both exceed his skills easily. He may not be a physical or magical threat, but his creativity is not to be trifled with. When Romania is given a task he is passionate about, he will work endlessly to complete it. Beware of that motivation when engaging.

His status as a descendant of Rome is a very weak spot. If brought up, he will argue in is favor even without complete evidence. But the cultures to line up and so some of the odd ticks he has. Though, it doesn't seem that he has gotten The Roman Empire's strength.

"What kind of summary is this!" Vladimir pushed away from the table with a huff, "I swear my page was alot cooler than this." He said while crossing his arms like a child. I laughed at his immaturity, not looking up from the book.

We'd been studying the book for nearly an hour now, searching for anything that might reveal how Vaughn sent the nations to this world. If they got here using a certain spell then there must be a spell to reverse it. Right? I really hope i'm right. My finger traced over the red pen which looped across the page in a neat cursive. I'd never seen a neat cursive before today so this is quite a shock for me. The handwriting felt familiar as I stared at Vladimir's page. Like I'd seen the red calligraphy somewhere.

Images flashed in my mind:

Like Arthur, he had a tag sticking from his leg. The same font wrote out South Italy with red letters.

I pulled the tag out from his left side, moving it to the light and illuminating the calligraphy written in red.

The tag extending from his shoulder read 'Japan'.

Four sets of black buttons reflected the overhead light, shining back into my eyes with their eerie smiles. Four tags stuck out with its basically trademarked red calligraphy...

The book was written in red cursive.

The book belonged to Autumn.

All of the doll's tags were written in the red cursive.

Vaughn was Autumn.

"Oh my god." I'd muttered, the memories connecting faster than I could process them, "The writing...how did I not see it sooner? God, I'm so stupid!" I slapped my forehead. He literally handed me a box of dolls! Each one having the exact same handwriting.

"Carla, didn't Vaughn and Hugo send us Christmas cards?" I asked. Carla looked up from her own book and nodded.

"Yeah and we could never read them because they were written in that annoying cursive-" The realization appeared on Carla's face as well, "Oh my god. We were so dumb." She said, head falling into her

hands. We must have those cards posted up in the most obvious places of our house: the fridge, the cupboards, and the cliche cork board.

We had a fucking cork board with Vaughn's handwriting on it. I'd stared at his looping letters for hours trying to decipher what sort of holiday wishes he had sent to us yet I couldn't make the connection between that and the nation dolls walking around my apartment.

Don't get to bent up about it. You missed about twenty other obvious signs that he wasn't human.

Oh, wow. Way to make me feel better. I groaned and leaned back in my chair. I'll just bask in my own stupidity for a bit. Then I'll soak for a bit longer. And finally drown. A hand fell on my shoulder, Vlad sending me a small smile to cheer me up.