Magic, Broomsticks, and Chests too!

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, Humor, Action/Adventure

Characters: America, England, France, Spain, Romano, Austria, Russia, Prussia, , Sealand, Canada, the Baltic nations, the Nordic nations, China, Japan, Korea, Germany, N. Italy.

Warnings: Boy love, Suggestive Dialogue, and Attempted Character Suicide

It was his secret, nobody else's…

However it was very hard to keep.

"You betrayed me!" came Arthur's upset voice.

"Nah, you think? Messing with someone's emotions like that is my job. To get them to let down their guard long enough to steal this…" said Alfred, holding up the piece of parchment. "You know…I should thank you though, you gave me the best kiss ever, even if you're the worst wizard's apprentice ever. If you weren't on my list, I would let you live, but since you are..." he trailed off, letting Arthur figure out the rest of the sentence.

You know, it wasn't always like this; Arthur never used to be in this kind of trouble 6 days earlier, he hadn't even heard of this Alfred person…or even knew how a heart could break until now.

6 days earlier…

Arthur was snoring again.

"Wake up Arthur, wake up Arthur…" whispered the voice. The man didn't move an inch. "Arthur, wake up!" he yelled. Green eyes opened and narrowed at the young child before him.

"What is it Peter, and what are you doing in my room?!"

"Are you forgetting something about today?" Peter questioned. When Arthur made no response and gave his usual glare at him, Peter continued. "College, for example?"

Arthur bolted straight up out of bed and looked at the clock. "It's nearly 9:00 o clock!" Arthur turned from the clock to his younger brother with disapproval. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The small boy shrugged.

"I thought it would be funny to see you struggle with your morning."

"Ha, ha, don't be fooled by my sarcastic tone, I'm laughing on the inside." said Arthur, putting on his school uniform. He realized something then. "Wait, Peter aren't you supposed to go to school too?"

"Uhhh…" came the boy's response.

Arthur sighed. "You can't just stay here" He grabbed his brother's hand. "Here, let me help you get there on time." Peter snatched his hand back.

"Just try and make me go to that…that school! I'm my own man; I can take care of myself!"

"Well you living with me says otherwise." Said Arthur reaching for his brother's hand again. "Now stop being foolish and come with me."

"No way!" Arthur sighed and brought out the threatening voice.

"Peter, don't make me force you to."

"Bet you can't anyway!"

"Just watch me!" Arthur dove for Peter, but he was too slow... Peter was already gone from his sight. Arthur groaned.

"Can today get any worse?"

After giving up on capturing Peter, the young gentleman made his way to Thomas Nabraty's college for men. However, by the time he got there, the school doors were already locked and he was forced to find an open window to climb into. He did, but unfortunately he was spotted by his history teacher, Mr. Flaunt.

"Arthur Kirkland, did you just come in through that window?" Even though it was completely rhetorical question, Arthur lied anyway.

"No sir." Mr. Flaunt felt his temperature rise. This young man dared challenge his wits? He looked at piece of paper that was sticking out of his backpack that was titled: 'History Report'.

"Since you feel the urge to lie, how about you share your report that was due yesterday?" Arthur gulped.

"It's in my…urm, desk at home." Instantly, the revolting teacher grabbed the piece of paper sticking out of his backpack and began to read it. After he was done, he had turned an ugly shade of purple.

"THIS IS ALL RUBBISH!" he bellowed he looked it over a second time dishing out the key parts that were unacceptable and did not compute to his understanding of things. "Fairies, magic, and unicorns? This isn't history, this is fiction!"

"There's a lot out there we don't understand. Who said it was fiction?" protested Arthur, but the teacher wouldn't hear it.

"Arthur, I knew you weren't all the way there…but this, this is going way beyond that." He crumpled up the paper and threw it in the trashcan. "Now, until you write a real report on history, you are hereby banned from taking any classes whatsoever. Now get out of my sight."

"But," began Arthur, but the teacher raised a hand, silencing him.

"Out of my sight." Arthur grumbled and went out of the college.

"They are real, I just know it." he said to himself. The college door opened once more.

"Oh and Arthur, start with the library; I hear it makes you smarter." joked the teacher and slammed the door. Arthur sat down on the stone steps and sighed. Peter was skipping down the street joyfully with a lollipop in his hand until he saw his brother moping on the pavement.

"Hey Arty, what's up?" he asked. Arthur glared.

"Do not call me Arty."

"Oh I'm sorry, Iggy then."

"Just get out of here you little brat!" he yelled.

"OK jerk England!" Peter said, using his brother's country name. "But before I do leave you, there's something I want to tell you…something very important…"

"What?" snapped Arthur.

"I like PIE!" the younger brother yelled in his brother's ear and took off laughing.

Arthur threw a clump of dirt at Peter, causing a dark spot to appear on his trousers.

Sighing, Arthur went back to his previous mood. "Maybe the library wasn't such a bad idea after all." he thought aloud.

"Purpose of being here?" asked the wart infested librarian.

"Err…" said Arthur, too busy looking at the woman's disgusting warts. The woman seemed to notice this and smiled.

"Too bad sunny, I'm already married." Arthur nodded slowly, wishing the best of luck to the unlucky husband. "So what's your purpose?"

"I came here to do some research."

"We don't allow internet dating, or looking at any 'disturbing pictures' here." the woman said. Arthur blushed.

"N-No, that's not what I was going for. I meant history research."

"Well why didn't you say so? Here, here's a computer." she said, handing him the laptop. Arthur found a quiet spot and started researching.

Hours passed by, and still Arthur was at the library, looking at his country's history from the middle ages to the Victorian era. His eye lids became heavier and heavier until he could lift them no longer.

Several more hours later a sudden crash woke up the man.

Arthur wiped the drool off his chin and observed the surroundings. It was completely dark and everyone had left.

The crashing became louder.

"He-hello?" he asked. "Who's there?"

"He-hello?" Arthur asked again. The noise ceased, but he grew more nervous and worried. The diminished lights had made it almost impossible to see, but out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw something spiky and huge behind the rows of bookshelves.

"Can I help you sir?" came a deep feminine voice. Arthur leaped back in surprise. He thought everyone had left. The woman was average sized and skinny. Her hair was wrapped in a tight bun with only a small piece of ribbon to hold it up. The eyes were a mixture of periwinkle and blue. They may have been dull, but they shone like stars. She adjusted the spectacles on the nose of her fair skin.

"S-sorry, I just dozed off. I was on the computer for so long. I'm Arthur. Who are you?"

"I'm the night librarian." the middle aged woman replied. For a person in her 40s or 50s, she was pretty good looking. "Now what were you doing here?"

"There's something behind the books" said Arthur, pointing. The woman blinked in surprise.

"Beg pardon?"

"I thought I saw something behind the books." The woman's surprise turned into amusement.

"Oh young man, too many hours on the computer will make anyone hallucinate. Now go on and get home." She insisted with a pat on the shoulder. Arthur tried to protest, but let it go.

"You're right. I have been on the computer for so many hours; I think I must be losing it. I'm going home now." he said, and left.

"Come again soon!" the librarian called out to him.

The woman watched as the disappeared from view.

"Could he be a candidate we're looking for?" wondered the woman aloud. A man appeared beside her. He wasn't old; he was fairly young, having shiny brown hair and a clean shaven face. He stared equally at the boy as the woman was.

"No, he isn't a candidate we're looking for; he is the person we're looking for." The woman turned her head to face him.

"Are you sure, we've had a lot of failures in the past." The man grinned.

"Trust me; I have a really good feeling about this. You know something Mary-Ann?"

"What?"

"That man had extremely huge eyebrows." Mary-Ann rolled her eyes and went back in the back of the library.

Well that's the first chapter. Let me know what you think. If you have any suggestions, just review. This story I'm sure I'm going to finish.

Some notes:

As you can tell, Peter lives with his jerky older brother Arthur in this one, not saying that he likes it: they can barely tolerate each other! ^-^

Arthur's college isn't a real college in London, just made it up

The other characters will appear shortly, I haven't forgotten about them (Yet)