COUNTRYHUMANS ONESHOTS (COMPLETED)

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9/8/2019

This is my favorite and longest chapter. Also I might write smut for this if I feel brave. Who knows uwu

I'll do requests when I feel like it. It's still my book.

"Germany! Are you even paying attention?"

Germany jolted his head up, looking at America and Qatar. America glared at him, while Qatar shot him a rare sympathetic glance. America droned on a lot, which made it hard to have a decent conversation with him without being bored out of your mind.

"I said where do you want to be stationed?" America asked. Before Germany could answer, America began to rant again. "I want to go to Erinistan. Lots of beaches there. Plus, I heard Malta got together with the warlock who was teaching her." As America talked on and on, Germany thought about stationing. Each year, a class of the most gifted students from a variety of witchcraft schools would go to be an apprentice of another warlock.

America had dreams of meeting some sort of goddess on earth to let him under her wing and her skirt. Qatar fantasized of learning the secret of using his magic to get money. Everyone else at his school had ambition and hopes and dreams for what they would be like as a warlock. Germany wasn't sure what he wanted.

"Germany, wake up," Qatar shoved Germany lightly, messing up his neatly done uniform. They had reached the large theatre where they would be finding out who their warlock teachers were. The professional warlocks would fraternize with the students before going onto the stage for a demonstration of their power. Only seniors were allowed. 

Germany walked through the old cedar doors and disappeared through the crowd, getting mixed into a group of a few plum-skirted Trinity students. He quickly scanned the crowd for Qatar and America but only saw the pastel blue of Edgewood and shimmering white from a handfull of Saint Alice students. He shoved his way past them, many giving him dirty looks before noticing the unfriendly black of his Czechnor uniform. There were only three schools who were even considered important enough for this event, the Saint Alice students were just priests in training.

He finally found America and a rather ticked off Qatar talking to a short Saint Alice. He seemed familiar. Vatican, wasn't it? A loud whistling sounded throughout the auditorium, and everyone looked up to the stage. The four headmasters, UN, NATO, EU, and Britain with his secretary ASEAN were up there, positioned in front of microphones. As a hush fell over the crowd, UN stepped forward in his flowy white robe and began to give his welcoming speech.

Same as usual, magic and responsibility and all that jazz. Germany pretended to pay attention, as anyone who didn't would get a painful smack on the back of the head by a Saint Alice. After UN was done with his speech, he gestured off stage as warlocks came in from behind the curtain. Germany didn't have time to look at them thoroughly before they hopped off the stage and began to weave their way through the crowd. 

Germany lost Qatar and America again, leaving him to stumble through the crowd, trying to find someone to talk to.

"Germany!" He turned around, seeing a girl wearing a red dress.

"Malta?" He asked as she tackle-hugged him. The two were always good friends when she was in school. "Are you all ready done with your training?"

"God no," Malta said. "I'm just going here with Japan. I wanted to show her some of the good restaurants."

"Are you two-"

"Dating? No. We're just really good friends. She makes good-," Malta suddenly stopped. "Hold on, she's calling me."