Learning about ourselves (Hetalia)

Chapter 5

Warnings: OOC-ness, lots of head canons,intense favouritism, google translate, human names, drama

Characters: Wales, Norway, Canada, Russia, America

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Edit: changed dialogue format.

Note: Current ships planned into the book are: FrUk, RusAme, PruCan.

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Chapter 5

Norway's p.o.v.

Not my fault. Not my fault. Not my fault. Not my fault. Not my fault. Not my fault.

IT. WAS. NOT. MY. FAULT.

It's not like I wanted to leave. I didn't. I had to. I really didn't. I really...

I took a deep breath. Trying to calm myself. I've thought this topic over more times then I can count.. I know I should probably get over it, and accept that I left my little brother, a small CHILD, in the middle of nowhere, ALONE! I'm horrible. I'm horrible. I'm horrible. I'm horrible. No wonder Emil doesn't want to call me big brother, I'm horrible, I'm horrib-

"Yo Guys! I've got a note from the Ancients! Alright, so.." As America spoke I calmed down. His loud interruption snapped me out of my thoughts.

As he finished reading the note about roommates, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.. During the whole meeting the feeling of magic being present, was pretty strong, and I got used to it. I assumed it was just a weird spell the ancients made. Even though the magic seemed to be like one of the spells someone does when they do something wrong in the spell they where trying to do. But really, the reason I currently felt uncomfortable was because this time it felt like the magic was fading. It became much weaker to the point the spell stopped being recognizable from the air in the room.

I glanced around, and saw England looking in my direction, specificity next to me, before slowly getting up from his chair. I whipped my head around to the chair next to me to spot a silhouette before it completely vanished. I looked back at England to see him turn away from my direction before leaving the room.

I looked back at the chair next to me and squinted. I stared at that chair for a solid minute.

"The hell are you doing?" looked up to see Wales, who is sitting on the other side of this weird chair.

"Nothing.. I just.. I swear I saw a person on this chair, or at least a silhouette a moment ago..."

"Wow, rude. Are you seriously ignoring Matt like that? What did he ever do to you?" Wales said with a slight glare. I was about to ask more questions, like "Who's Matt?", but..

"Dylan. It's fine. Really.." I did a double take. Okay.. so maybe the chair is Matt? A talking chair?

"The chair talks..?" I stared at Wales in utter confusion. I know many magical items exist in this world. But a talking conference room chair? Wales glared at me for a second before looking at me with the same look I gave him.

"Wait.. Can you genuinely not see him?"

"No..?" Wales thought for a second before sitting down on the floor between me and the chair called "Matt".

"Well.. It could be the spell I'm using.." He mused.

"What spell?" I heard a faint 'huh?' from the chair.

"Well after an incident in my childhood involving, Arthur turning Allistor into a rabbit and Seamus without knowing the rabbit is Allistor attempting to hunt him, our mother made us use spells that cancel for us any weak spells that edit someone's looks, though Arthur doesn't use his, cause it doesn't allow him to do some spells, the rest of us do...... I suppose a weak invisibility spell could fall under that category.. Well we'll see."