Title: World Academy W Occult Association
Characters/Pairings: Lots of Misc. Pairings. Mostly Het, but there will be hints of basically everything. (Romance isn't really the focus of the story though.)
Genre: Humor, Supernatural, Adventure, Mystery, Fantasy, Angst... Pretty much everything. I try not to get too dark though.
Ratings/Warnings: T (May Change Later) for swearing, drug use, sexual innuendo and general immaturity.
Summary: The Prestigious World Academy W in New York City becomes a hotbed of intrigue after the entrance is vandalized, informing the students of the existence of a Magic Club. What most don't know is that the club is in its infancy, and the members couldn't be any more at odds with one another. At the same time, mysterious incidents begin to occur and the magic club is blamed for it. The club members must band together to clear its name and find the real culprit - without exposing themselves as members.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I got the idea about the codenames from Shelly-Sells-SheaShells' fic "Between Dreams". Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling and Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Notes: I like to throw in a couple of jokes that may not be understood unless you know the history or cultural significance behind it (usually not anything particularly deep though). Therefore, at the end of every chapter I'll include a note explaining some of them just to cover all my bases, which is where I'll also indicate what I've named the characters that haven't been assigned human names by Himaruya. If you see an inaccuracy please call me out on it; I hate being ill-informed. Reviews are encouraged and anonymous views are enabled.

World Academy W Occult Association

Chapter I

"…tamashii made mo yaki tsukuse!"

Arthur raised his arm, gaze fixed expectantly on the design drawn on the ground in front of him, and waited.

…and waited.

"Looks like your spell didn't work" the tall blond boy standing behind him snickered happily.

"Oh shut up Russia-chan," the small Asian boy now next to Arthur responded flatly, "You know that England's spells are-"

"My spells are what, Japan?" Arthur snapped, folding his arms and reading over the spell book he had propped up on the nearby desk. I think I pronounced it right. Maybe I did the arm motions incorrectly?

So far their first "real" club meeting was turning out to be a bust. At least they were actually focusing on spells this time instead of arguing amongst themselves. Though the way things were currently going, it wouldn't be long before they were in a brawl again.

"Japanese spells are difficult to pronounce, even for me. Maybe you should try doing a Latin-based spell?" Japan suggested. The boy's real name was Honda Kiku… or Kiku Honda. Arthur knew that Kiku was his real first name, but thinking about how the boy's name was constructed accomplished nothing but giving him a headache.

"Maybe," Arthur muttered, flipping through the book.

"Greek and Native American spells might not be too bad either," Russia pointed out, clearly trying to be helpful for once. Ivan Braginski was hardly Arthur's friend outside the club, and had chosen the nickname "Russia" after Arthur had chosen "England" and Kiku had chosen "Japan", so clearly the frosty feelings were mutual.

"Perhaps. Does anyone know any Greek or Native American spells?"

"I know a few Native American spells, but they're pretty much useless unless you're squaring off against Bigfoot." The pale boy in the corner wore an expression that was even more bored than Kiku's, but he had a bit of an edge to the way he spoke that the Japanese teen lacked.

"Just use it on Russia." Arthur deadpanned, glancing warily at Ivan. The other boy didn't seem to think much of the insult though and was more interested in flipping through his own spell book.

"Over your dead body, England."

Arthur immediately felt an involuntarily shiver travel throughout his body as he looked over at the final member of the club, who was giving him her infamous evil eye.

"Calm down Belarus. It would probably take more than that to take down Russia-chan."

"What's with the '–chan' thing Japan?" Belarus asked heatedly, shooting a concerned glance at Ivan, who did his best to pretend she wasn't there.

"It's a term that denotes someone of great inner strength" Kiku stated in a less-than-convincing tone of voice. Belarus seemed satisfied with his answer though, and turned back to the task at hand.

The pale blonde boy in the corner sighed. "Anyway, I think we can all agree that England's not going to figure out this spell in the next few minutes, so maybe we should move on to something else."

"I'll get it. I know I will." Arthur muttered to himself, before looking up at the other boy. "Well what about you Norway? You talk a pretty big game for not having done anything yet."

"The meeting just started you know," Norway pointed out, before taking out a small bag and clasping his hands around it.

Arthur waited for something to happen, but instead the group just stood in silence. As he was about to break and tell Norway to get a move on he felt a hand grasp his shoulder, and turned to see Kiku nod towards Norway. It was then Arthur noticed that the boy has been quietly chanting something. It was too low for him to hear, but his stance and general demeanor suggested that he was performing some kind of spell.

All of the sudden Arthur felt a huge gust of wind, and that's when he saw it.

"BLOODY HELL!" Arthur screeched as he felt himself fall backwards, "What is that thing?"

"It's called wind Arthur, you don't have to act so scared," Kiku said with a confused expression.

Arthur gaped at him. Does he seriously not see it?

"Looks like not all of you can see it." Arthur jumped as Norway began to speak. "I guess my theory that all who dabbled in magicks could see magical creatures was false then."

"Magical creatures?" Belarus asked in a hushed tone, looking around wildly. Clearly she couldn't see it either.

"Yes, I summoned a Troll just now. Well, most of him anyway." Norway looked up at the menacing creature hovering above him. "Right now he's somewhere in between a brick wall and smoke. He can do physical damage but he isn't in a concrete form like you or me, especially beyond his waist. I could have used more energy and summoned him in his entirety, but this form has its advantages and I'd rather not drain myself needlessly."

"It certainly looks formidable enough," Ivan remarked. The boy looked a bit alarmed as well, but had managed to compose himself. "But would you have to summon that long spell every time? Almost seems like more trouble than its worth."

"Only when bringing him to a new area," Norway expounded, sitting down in a nearby chair, and flipping through his own spell book. "I've never summoned anything at school before so it was necessary, but from now on if I want to summon him-" Norway nodded upward, "-all I'll have to do is utter a single phrase."

"And what is that?" Arthur asked. Now that the initial shock had worn off, he looked more excited by the possibility of summoning a magical creature.

"Not telling," Norway replied flatly. "Not only could you very well butcher the pronunciation and turn us all into lawn furniture, but you don't have enough control or confidence in your abilities to keep this guy from running amok."

"Let's move on," Kiku proclaimed, cutting off Ivan who looked like he was going to ask Norway to tell him how to summon trolls instead. "Belarus, you seem to have a lot of stuff with you today."

"Yes, they're my tools." Belarus replied, and pulled out a small cauldron from her bag. Soon, the entire tabletop was covered by a myriad of vials and containers, leaving Arthur to wonder how exactly she managed to fit all of that into such a small bag.

"Ah, I see your forte is potions," Arthur asked, curiously eying a container that he swore was eying him back.

Belarus nodded, "I know a couple of spells but I'm worse at them then even you are."

Arthur looked up at her and scowled. Kiku and Ivan were clearly trying not to laugh.

Norway seemed uninterested in the exchange and was looking at some of Belarus's other supplies. "Ah, I see you have ingredients here for an Amortentia spell."

Arthur saw Ivan turn even more pale than he already was as Belarus explained, "Yes, but I've never been able to produce it properly. I'm not quite advanced enough to accomplish it yet, but when I am…"

Arthur saw Belarus eye Ivan who looked away with an unhappy expression on his face. Wait, aren't they brother and sister? Then why is... Arthur pondered this for a second before the unfortunate implication struck him, and he shot Ivan a sympathetic glance.

"Amortentia… was that one of the spells..?" Kiku interrupted.

"Yeah" Belarus answered, "Its one of the spells that traitor named in her book."

Arthur signed, "J. K. Rowling, what compelled you to spill so many of our secrets?"

"Some angst-ridden teenager with Armageddon complex apparently," Norway replied, "Luckily she didn't get it published until five years after the spell was cast on her so it had waned and she had put her own creative spin on things."

"Quidditch is quite a neat idea I'll admit," Arthur conceded, "but the idea that magic folk are actually organized enough to have schools and government? That there's just wishful thinking."

"Many of the spells and potions were spot-on though," Kiku pointed out, a grim look on his face. "A band of sorcerers had to cast a spell on someone to get her to write something that completely bastardized common mythology to counteract it."

"And sadly for us, she was having a 'happy' dream at the time," Belarus added sourly, "And now we're stuck with a bunch of books about a sparkly vampire who falls in love with a vapid and boring girl."

"Can we change the subject?" Ivan interjected, seeming to recover from his previous discomfort. "Kiku, do you have anything to show us?"

"I can, but I'll need an opponent," Kiku replied.

"An opponent?" Belarus asked as she cleaned up her supplies, clearly annoyed that she hadn't gotten any tips on how to perfect the Amortentia potion.

Kiku nodded, "My specialties are attack and defensive spells. In order to demonstrate properly I'll need a target."

Arthur had a very bad feeling about this.

"And Francis said that they meet after school in the basement, cursing students and teachers and worshiping at the altar of Satan." The bespectacled boy jabbered to his companions as they made their way down the hallway to the cafeteria.

"Alfred, you do know Francis is full of shit most of the time, right?" The darker-skinned girl next to him deadpanned, "He's good as a tutor for Philosophy class, but not much else."

"Still upset that he said you guys went behind the bleachers after the football game, Michelle?" Alfred asked with a raised eyebrow.

Michelle shot him a glare and backtracked, "I do wonder if that club actually exists though. There definitely are kids here scary enough to summon monsters."

"Bet you all my baseball cards that Ivan is one of them."

"I don't want your baseball cards Alfred, but it wouldn't surprise me," Michelle sighed, and shot a glance at their other companion, Toris Lorinatis, a.k.a. Ivan's best friend-slash-lackey from Junior High.

"He's not that bad you know," Toris replied, swallowing the slight tremor in his voice. "And his sister Natalia is-"

"A psychopath." Alfred finished, entering the double doors and heading for the lunch line, "Dude, she tried to break your arm last year."

"Yeah well…" Toris mumbled, before feigning interest in some of the fruit lining the counters.

"Seriously though," Michelle added, patting him on the back, "It's a good thing you met Alfred on the first day of school. If Ivan tries anything, Alfred's in tiptop shape. Right Alfred?"

"Hm?" Alfred mumbled, a hamburger stuffed in his mouth with two more on his tray.

"Or he'll get really fat and we can use him as a shield." Michelle sighed as she took her fish taco up to the register.

After the cashier scolded Alfred for eating in line again, the trio headed straight to a table towards the center of the room, where a bored-looking Chinese boy sat unpacking his lunch.

"Leon, what's up?" Alfred said enthusiastically, "Is Arthur here yet?"

"You guys just missed him; he's getting on line right now." Leon replied with mock enthusiasm. Michelle turned and looked, and sure enough, those caterpillar eyebrows were navigating through the sea of students surrounding the deli-style counter.

"Leon, this is Toris. Toris, this is Leon." Alfred announced, introducing them with dramatic hand gestures. "As of today, Toris is now a member of our crew."

The two boys nodded at each other before staring at their lunches.

"Leon, do you know anything about this supposed 'Magic Club' on campus?" Michelle asked, realizing that Leon was one of the strangest people she knew whom she wasn't afraid to talk to.

Leon shrugged, "Probably about as much as you do. Everyone saw that notice painted on the school entryway. Beyond that I'm just as clueless as you guys."

"'All Worthy of Participating in magicks, use your skills to meet us at the last bell using the Path, if you so desire.'" Michelle quoted as Arthur sat down next to her, clearly exhausted from navigating through the lunch rush.

"Whoever did it is going to be in so much trouble." Alfred whistled before taking another bite of his second burger, "The principal was pissed. Though if they really are magical like they say they are he shouldn't go pissing them off. Me, on the other hand-"

"-would get turned into an alpaca." Leon finished.

"Has anyone figured out what path they were referring to?" Arthur asked calmly, though Michelle could swear she sensed a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"No clue," Leon responded, "We're in New York City. Everything is a sidewalk or a hallway. They could be referring to anything."

"It might be something to keep us mere Muggles from interfering," Michelle quipped.

"Yeah, Muggles…" Arthur mumbled, taking a bite of his mashed turnips.

"I'm not sure whose diet is more disgusting, the eighteen hamburgers or the mashed turnips with scones."

The group turned to see a tall blonde boy with wavy blonde hair posing next to their table.

"I'm sure either one would suffice in blocking your wind pipe, assuming you haven't already begun storing hot air so you can float south for the winter." Michelle muttered, pretending to stab his crotch with her fork.

"Oi, Mademoiselle, feisty as ever I see." The boy said flirtatiously, striking another pose.

"Bite me Francis."

"Oh, and kinky too. Your fish taco does look-"

"Francis, just go away before she beats the crap out of you," Arthur interrupted, staring him down coolly. Francis shot him a glare before bowing to Michelle.

"Until next time my dear." Francis said with staged sadness, reaching for her hand.

"Touch me and I'll rip out your organs and feed them to birds."

Francis straightened himself up quickly and attempted (and failed admirably) to walk away seductively, "Until next time."

"He seemed very…forward." Toris said, clearly unsure what to make of what just happened.

"You were in rare form today Michelle," Alfred said, finishing up his final burger.

"I know, but I'm just so annoyed that he had to follow us to high school. His stupid friends had to change their minds last-minute to go here."

"Maybe you can hire the Magic Club to turn him into a frog," Alfred said, standing up with his tray, "Be right back, I'm gonna go get seconds."

"I doubt they have a cure for diabetes though," Leon shouted after him as he rushed towards the line for burgers.

"He does work out a lot though."

The group turned in shock to see Alfred sitting at the opposite end of the table.

"What? How is-?" Toris asked frantically.

"Oh Matthew," Arthur signed in relief, "Sorry, we didn't notice you there." At this point he turned and looked at Toris. "I'm sorry I don't believe we've met."

"Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce you guys." Michelle said, wiping her hands. "Toris, this is Arthur Kirkland and Alfred's step-brother Matthew."

"Step brother?" Toris asked, staring at Matthew in amazement. Matthew didn't seem too fazed by it.

"Amazing isn't it?" Leon said, taking a sip of his iced tea, "They only share one parent but they could be twins."

"Except Matthew is not the ball of pure energy Alfred is," Michelle pointed out, finishing her taco, "Oh by the way Matthew, what do you think about this so-called 'Magic Club'?"

"Seems we've made quite a name for ourselves," Arthur said to Kiku, as they made their way down the deserted hallway later that afternoon, each carrying the bathroom passes from their respective classrooms.

"Anonymously anyway," Kiku replied, "I see you and Michelle are on speaking terms again."

"The fight wasn't that bad. And how did you hear about it anyway?"

"Francis told me. He was making the rounds at the cafeteria today."

"That stupid attention whore," Arthur muttered. "I suppose I have him to thank though. She got so mad at him that she completely forgot why she was mad at me."

"You said the cookies she made you for your birthday tasted like ashes," Kiku pointed out, "and that was coming from you - legendary for being able to eat just about anything."

"Well they did," Arthur said, hanging his head in shame, "I hadn't realized I said it out loud though."

"And in front of a bunch of girls she was trying to impress too,' Kiku smirked, "Francis said she chased you for blocks until she ran out of cookies to throw at you."

"At least I wasn't in danger of being neutered by her," Arthur said as they entered the bathroom, he looked around before adding, "You still in for the club this afternoon, you know, after last time?"

"Lukas will get over it," Kiku replied, wearing an expression that Arthur would almost consider boastful, "It takes a lot more than a troll to best me."

"Watch it, I think you're starting to get an ego."

"It's because you've been such a bad influence on me."

"Seriously though," Arthur said as they headed for the urinals, "Alfred poached one of Ivan's lackeys. Think you have enough juice if he decides to make a scene out of it?"

"If we're alone or in the clubroom, yes," Kiku said after a moment, "but if it were in a crowded room it wouldn't be a good idea to use my abilities. Though I doubt he would try anything in that setting. His sister on the other hand-"

"-is a bad Potion-maker. Unless she wants to start brewing in the middle of homeroom I think we're safe."

"I talked to Ivan after the meeting though," Kiku said, zipping his fly, "According to him, she's also a pretty powerful Illusionist."

Arthur groaned, "She wouldn't be able to physically hurt us, but she can scare the crap out of pretty much everyone."

"And her illusions can be pretty scary too," Kiku added, making Arthur snicker as he turned on the sink.

"What took you so long?" Alfred mouthed to Arthur as he sat down next to him.

"None of your bloody business," Arthur mouthed back, before turning his attention to the teacher.

"Oh now that Arthur's back from the restroom, I can read this announcement from the principal," The teacher said, breaking her own train of thought as she rummaged through her papers, "Hold on, I put it here somewhere…"

"You think it's about the entryway last week?" Alfred whispered.

"How should I know?" Arthur whispered back, his anxiety rising.

"'Students, we urge you to be on the lookout for anyone who may have committed acts of vandalism over this past week." The teacher read aloud, "As you all know, last week the front entrance of the school was vandalized with graffiti, but this morning the custodian reported that the supply closet had been broken into yesterday approximately when school let out. While nothing was reported stolen, the administration will not tolerate this and urge any students with information to tell a member of the faculty immediately."

"Who would want to break into a supply closet and not steal anything?" Nikolay Lechkov asked out loud.

"Probably some horndog who really wanted to make out with some poor girl," Laura Janssen said.

Immediately the entire class, including the teacher, turned to look at Francis.

"It wasn't me! I swear!" Francis said dramatically throwing his hands up.

"He's right," Alfred said thoughtfully, "Francis is nowhere near strong enough to break a lock."

"I resent that remark," Francis bit back.

"Maybe he was with a really strong girl?" Eduard Von Bock wondered aloud.

"But who would willingly break into a supply closet to make out with Francis?" Laura pointed out. The entire class immediately turned to look at Michelle.

"You better not be suggesting what I think you're suggesting," Michelle said under her breath, and Eduard and Laura immediately turned their heads away from her icy glare. The rest of the class began muttering amongst themselves about whom they thought the culprit was.

"Whoever it was is probably a member of that magic club," Alfred stated, "They did leave that message on the front of the school."

"Maybe they were trying to summon something," Michelle guessed.

It took all of Arthur's willpower not to sink down underneath his desk. He had no idea why someone would break into a supply closet, but everyone would assume that his secret club was behind it. And if they are, Arthur thought to himself, I'm going to make them battle Kiku without using their magic this afternoon.

Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading this far! I'll try to get a new chapter up very soon, but I have been known to be inconsistant with my update speeds. Now for the explanation. In Japan, honorifics are used when addressing other people (I suppose it would be similar to using "Mrs." or "Miss." in the English-speaking world). the suffix "-chan" is actually used when addressing a young girl, so Kiku isn't exactly being very mature here.

Also for the names. Not all the characters have assigned names so I had to look up common names for each language or country. Norway is Lukas Bondevik, Hong Kong is Li Xiao Chun - but everyone just calls him Leon, Seychelles is Michelle St. Ange, Bulgaria is Nikolay Lechkov, and Belgium is Laura Janssen.