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kristenskThis will be the first in a few Hetalia drabbles I'm working on about Arthur/England and his accidentally magical house. Inspired by a scattering of other Hetalia fanfics and a passage from Peter S. Beagle's novel "Tamsin".
England's Wonderful, Magical House
He should have been more careful. He would never say it in front of his brothers, who delighted in berating him for every fault, but England knew it was true.
It was easy to admit when he had company over and the lights flickered ominously if they stayed late or the doors caught their fingers if they were heard disparaging the décor.
But, when he was alone, it was nice that the kettle started itself a few minutes before he woke, the doors locked themselves in the evenings, and the windows opened on cue in good weather. Oh, and that both doors and windows did their best to snap shut on France if the man attempted to cross the threshold without being invited. And, sometimes when he was. (At least no polite lies were needed there; France was willfully blind to magic.)
Yes, England should have been more careful with his spell casting. Should have taken precautions against spill-over. Should have done it at one of his country homes rather than at the London one where he entertained guests.
But, what was done was done. His home had become thoroughly enchanted centuries ago, and there was no help for it.
England's Wonderful, Magical House
He should have been more careful. He would never say it in front of his brothers, who delighted in berating him for every fault, but England knew it was true.
It was easy to admit when he had company over and the lights flickered ominously if they stayed late or the doors caught their fingers if they were heard disparaging the décor.
But, when he was alone, it was nice that the kettle started itself a few minutes before he woke, the doors locked themselves in the evenings, and the windows opened on cue in good weather. Oh, and that both doors and windows did their best to snap shut on France if the man attempted to cross the threshold without being invited. And, sometimes when he was. (At least no polite lies were needed there; France was willfully blind to magic.)
Yes, England should have been more careful with his spell casting. Should have taken precautions against spill-over. Should have done it at one of his country homes rather than at the London one where he entertained guests.
But, what was done was done. His home had become thoroughly enchanted centuries ago, and there was no help for it.
