🤍Hetalia Oneshots🤍

England x Magical! Reader- Savior

"Bloody hell!" A British voice cursed out one night.

In the basement, the magic trio, Lukas Bondevik*, Vladimir Popescu*, and Arthur Kirkland had been attempting a spell. However, it went terribly wrong as Arthur said one of the words wrong. Because of him, the whole floor was littered with frogs that spoke French.

"Great! They sound like France! And look like him!" Arthur yelled as he shook off a frog that got on his arm. This was his worst nightmare. Hundreds of frogs that croaked, spoke French, and worst of all, sounded like his nemesis, France.

He was grateful that France wasn't here to see the hilarious sight, but he could imagine the French man 'Ohonhonhon-ning' in the distance.

Vladimir the Romanian laughed as he was able to float away from the floor, and high up in the tall ceiling, watching Lukas and Arthur suffer, all while discreetly recording it with his phone.

Norway sighed as the frogs covered his spellbook with their slimy, wet hands. He turned to look at Arthur who was spazzing out, so none of the frogs would get close.

Lukas looked at his friend with disdain. "Arthur you bastard, look what you did. Now I can't even touch my book."

"Well, I'm sorry! Vladimir still has his book! Make him undo the spell!"

They look up expectantly, and the red-eyed boy snapped his head back. "Ah yes! I think I have it with me!" He pulled out a pocketbook version of the spellbook, but it slipped through his hand, and into the slimy palms of the French Frogs.

Laughing, he ended the video recording. "Oops! I guess I'll have to leave and get help!" The floating Romanian flew out the window, leaving it open.

"GET BACK HERE YOU GIT!"

"Oh come on Arthur, you can't get mad at him. He's getting help, plus, you were the one that started this." The Norwegian kicked a frog from his navy sailor pants.

The two waited for a long ten minutes before a voice called from the window. It was laughter.

"OH MY GOODNESS! ARTHUR? LUKAS? HAHAHAHA!" The two looked up to see Arthur's crush, her e/c eyes twinkling, and loud laugh.

"Y-Y/n! What are you doing here?" The Englishman blushed. He didn't expect her to show up.

Pulling out an f/c spell book, she smiled. "I'm here to help, obviously!"

With the helpful girl chanting a spell, one by one, the frogs poofed away. Soon enough, they were all gone, the croaking and ribbits and "hon hon hons" ceased.

"Th-thank you!" Arthur stuttered as he looked down.

Y/n dropped through the window, landing on the floor. Looking around and seeing the slime she cringed. "No problem, but we should clean this up."

Then a phone rang. "Hallo? Oh, I'll be there in five." Lukas hung up the phone. "Sorry, I have to go, little brother is having trouble."

Y/n nodded understandingly. "Go ahead, me and Artie can handle this, right?" Her eyes turned to a blushing British.

"Of course."

Nodding, Lukas walked out of the basement and shut the door behind him.

The British spoke. "Thanks for helping."

She beamed. "It was no problem! When Vladimir told me about the frog situation I laughed. I didn't believe him, but then he sent me the video." Her face scrunched up as she snickered. "It was hilarious."

"That bloody vampire," He muttered under his breath, taking a mental note to curse his phone later. "I'll get him later."

Y/n gave a smile. "Hey, it's alright. Between you and me, they all sound like Francis."

They smiled at each other, before getting to work. The two scrubbed the floor, not wanting to risk another spell. Twenty minutes later, the two were done.

Huffing, Y/n looked around. "That's it!"

"Whew. That took a while.

"Yeah, it's late, isn't it?" Arthur agreed, looking at the clock. It was nearly 11 PM.

"Can I please stay here? I'm too lazy to walk home."

Cheering silently, the British nodded. "Sure, but we should change. I've got a spare if you need."

After changing, Arthur had lent some clothes to Y/n, an oversize plush tee that reached half her thigh, and blue crew socks for extra warmth.

"Thanks for the PJ's," Y/n smiled, as she rubbed her plush shirt.

"No problem! I'll sleep on the couch."

Shaking her head y/n walked over to grab his hand. Intertwining fingers, she smiled. "No. We'll sleep on the couch, together."

Arthur laughed. "Ok then, my love."

You two then spent the rest of the night cuddling one another, laughing at the magical mistake.

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Quick key!

Countries:

Arthur- England

Lukas- Norway

Vladimir- Romania

Together, they create the 'Magic Trio' since they all obviously do magic. (And yes, Lukas and Arthur think that Harry Potter is a huge misrepresentation of real magic. Vladimir likes it though. Fucking weirdo.)

Also if you're new to the fandom, in the show, England despises France and they usually insult each other. It's so hilarious.

Anyways, drink your damn water, and eat your veggies. 💧 🥦