A/N: Phew, it's finally done!

The Magic Club in Gakuen Hetalia is real. No joke. But I've always wondered why Norway wasn't a part of it. He totally should be. So I decided to write this. It sure did take a while, thought OTZ Buuuuut~ I'm glad I'm finished!

I don't own Hetalia! :3

It was lunch break in Gakuen Hetalia, and England was sitting on a bench in the school courtyard, having a fascinating discussion with his fairy friends.

"Honestly, I don't understand why people insult English cooking! It tastes perfectly fine to me," England said, crossing his arms. Two tiny fairies floated around him, nodding in agreement.

It's ok, England! We love your cooking!

Yes! You are the best, England!

The fairies continued to chirp words of encouragement while England gave a small chuckle. However, the conversation was rudely interrupted by a (very annoying) French student.

"Oh, Angleterre? Talking to yourself again?" France snickered, casually brushing strands of wavy blonde hair out of his face.

England gritted his teeth before he spoke. "Shut up, frog. Just leave me alone!"

Oh, but France just would not leave. He stayed put, trying to mimic England's voice. "I'm England! I have huge eyebrows and I talk to my imaginary friends~" He said, giving England a smirk.

England tried very hard to ignore the wine bastard. He tried very hard to ignore the mocking insults that were thrown at him. He tried very hard to ignore the countless stares he was now receiving. But even a gentleman such as himself did not have this much patience. England finally stood up, taking out a rather large and heavy math textbook from his bag. He then dropped it over France's head before picking it back up and walking towards the school building.

Meanwhile, Romania was sitting alone at a table in the school library, flipping through a book about vampires. He was so immersed in the book that he didn't hear Hungary calling him until she waved a hand in front of his face.

"-ey, hey! Romania! Hello? I've been trying to be polite and greet you properly for the past 5 minutes," Hungary hissed, planting her hands on her hips.

Romania forced a smile. "Hello, Hungary," he said.

"A bit late," Hungary muttered, rolling her green eyes. She then looked down at the book Romania held in his hands.

"Vampires?" She scoffed. "You actually believe those things are real? That's pretty lame."

Romania narrowed his eyes. "Shut up. At least I was sure of my gender when I was younger," Romania mumbled.

Hungary growled. "Don't go there!" She screeched, taking a frying pan out of her bag. Before Romania could react, she swung the pan forcefully, hitting Romania in the head.

CLANG!

"Ow~" Romania groaned, rubbing his head. His cheeks turned pink as he realized all the students in the library were watching him. It didn't make him feel any better when the students began giggling. And it certainly didn't help when the students broke out into laughter.

Romania slumped in his chair, mindlessly adjusting the tiny hat on the top of his head. Hungary stormed out of the library, leaving Romania feeling utterly embarrassed and absolutely humiliated. He did get smacked in the head with a frying pan, after all. By a girl. In front of a lot of students. Who does Hungary think she is? It wasn't his fault she declared herself to be a guy before going through puberty.

Norway was not exactly having the best day either. No matter how many times he grabbed Denmark's tie and attempted to strangle him, the Dane would not shut up. On top of that, Iceland's pet puffin would not stop complaining about pretty much everything in that annoying, scratchy voice of his. Norway was starting to lose patience. Fast.

It was finally lunch break, and Norway followed Denmark, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland into the cafeteria, where they got their lunches and sat down at a deserted table. The sound of utensils scraping plates and voices talking filled the cafeteria. Of course, Denmark had no problem trying to talk to his companions. The nation's voice was so loud and so distinct that it was hard not to hear him.

Norway sat across from Denmark, only slightly listening to the story he was telling. Denmark paused to take a sip of milk from his carton when a sudden tickle in his throat caused him to cough. Milk sprayed out of the Dane's mouth and all over the poor Norwegian across from him.

Denmark's eyes widened. Finland gasped loudly. Iceland's jaw dropped slightly. Sweden had no visible reaction. Students in the cafeteria stopped what they were doing to chuckle at Norway. Norway just sat there, soaking wet, and very pissed off.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Denmark finally spoke. "HAHAHAHA! Norway! Your face looks so funny!"

That's it. Norway stood up from his seat, grabbed his bag, took his uneaten lunch, smacked Denmark in the head (hard), and left the cafeteria. He walked briskly, trying to avoid as much students as possible. Great. He had to get a change of clothes now.

Denmark didn't even apologize for anything! Norway thought, his anger rising. I hope he gets hit by a bus… twice, then thrown into the ocean, eaten by sharks, thrown back up, attacked by piranhas, mobbed by a monkey, kidnapped by cannibals…

Norway spent the rest of the lunch break thinking of horrible outcomes that would befall the stupid Dane.

"I was humiliated," England whispered, sitting cross-legged on the floor in an empty classroom.

"I was humiliated," Romania said, sitting besides England.

The two European nations were currently in the middle of an after school meeting for the Magic Club. They met in this particular classroom every Wednesday to perform spells and magic. However, the two countries were too busy sulking to do anything productive.

"We should prove to everyone that we are not to be laughed at!" Romania said, clenching his fists.

"Maybe," England began, taking out his magic book and flipping through the pages. "Maybe we can use a spell to get back at our enemies."

Romania gave a devious smile, flashing his sharp vampire-like fangs. "How about a spell to turn everyone into apples? It would be hilarious to see a bunch of screaming apples all around the school." Romania suggested, grinning at the thought of Hungary in useless apple form, not being able to run away as Romania held a knife to her little apple throat.

"Uh, no." England said quickly. "Maybe something like getting a taste of your own medicine. Like the saying 'treat others the way you want to be treated.'"

Romania shrugged. "Whatever you say."

England nodded and scanned each page of his magic book before finding a good spell. "Look! I found something. It's a spell that gives your enemies your own pain."

"How do you cast it?" Romania asked, grinning mischievously.

"We… draw this symbol on the ground, light ten candles, place them around the perimeter of the symbol, and say a few magic words," England explained, pointing to the text in the book. Romania nodded and quickly handed England a piece of chalk before starting to light several candles. England drew the symbol shown in the book carefully on the classroom floor, before turning off the lights. The room was soon bathed in glowing orange candlelight. The shadows from the candles danced around restlessly as Romania placed the candles around the large symbol England drew on the ground.

"Alright, we both say a different phrase at the same time," England said, showing Romania the book. "You will recite the second paragraph three times. Be sure to have the person you wish to cast the spell on clearly visible in your mind. It can be more than one."

Romania stared intently at the phrase he was suppose to read before handing the book back to England. The two students stood side by side in front of the symbol, looking determined.

"Ok!" Romania said enthusiastically. "Let's get started."

The two nations began chanting their magical phrase slowly. Romania made sure to imagine that crazy Hungarian in his head, even though it slightly disgusted him. England had France's ugly frog face clearly embedded in his mind. The symbol on the ground began to glow a bright red. After the phrases were recited a third time, the red glow began to flicker. Suddenly, the red light died altogether, leaving a dull white symbol on the floor, with ten lit candles surrounding it.

"D-did it work?" Romania asked, examining the chalk-drawn symbol.

England scratched his head. "It… it should have," he muttered. "But something doesn't seem ri-" he cut himself off.

"Hm? What? What's wrong England?" Romania asked, noticing the upset look on England's face.

"It seems like there was another page to the spell," England said, walking over to the light switch. The lights flickered on, causing Romania to blink furiously.

"Another page?" Romania whined, proceeding to blow out the candles.

"Indeed. In order to perform this spell, we will need a third person," England explained.

"But there's only two people in this entire club! Who else would have the potential to help us?" Romania asked, crossing his arms.

"Well," England said. "It can't be Japan. He's much too practical. Germany will think we're crazy. Italy is too much of an air-head. Romano will most likely cuss us out. America is an idiot. Russia is a definite no. Spain's attention span is too short. China doesn't like me. I never see Canada around. Etcetera, etcetera. Besides, all the countries I named don't posses any significant magical abilities."

Romania snapped his fingers. "I got it!" He exclaimed. "What about that Norway guy? He has all these cool mythical friends, right? He'll be perfect!"

England pursed his lips. "It will take a lot of work to convince him to join the club." England muttered.

Romania grinned. "Maybe he would want to use that spell on Denmark! He always gets annoyed by him."

England looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling. "Alright, it's settled then. We will ask Norway tomorrow." He declared.

AND WE ARE DONE! c: If you made it this far, I have three words for you: I love you. x)

I'm so sorry if it was poorly written. I'm a bad writer T^T