This is an AU. Might have USUK later, since I love that pairing to death.

Although for some reason, a lot of stories use the word 'warlock' for males who practice magic, that word can also mean like, 'liar' or something so I opted to use 'wizard' for males and 'witch' for females.

For why I used Aleister Crowley, just google it, but it has no relation to the actual person, thanks.

Apologies for the long introduction that lacks any of the Hetalia characters, but a lot of the stuff in it will be relevant later.

This was inspired by something, but I can't quite remember what. Sorry.

Sorceryville was a town with a silly name, for sure, but whoever had named it sure wanted the name to match the purpose. It was a town built in an alternate dimension, separated from the mortal realm by a gate that only skilled wizards and witches could access.

It was in this town that the Magical Academy was founded to help young witches and wizards learn magic, but after several hundred years of magical disasters created by young students, it became the duty of the family to teach their children magic until they turned eighteen, at which point they could either enroll in the Magical Academy (by this time, admission was rather exclusive and a test had to be taken, although it could be taken several times and enrollment was an option until the applicant reached age twenty), which was a great honor and secured the students an excellent future, or they could live normal lives in either Sorceryville or the Mortal Realm.

Sorceryville itself is, like any town, governed by a mayor, but this mayor has little power in comparison with the six sorcerers that run the Magical Academy. These six are generally elected by the public as well, and spend more time dealing with the laws of Sorceryville than the actual mayor, who tends to deal with civilian complaints.

Of course, Sorceryville is not only witches and warlocks; there are a number of mythical creatures such as trolls, ogres, goblins, elves, fairies, zombies, genies, and the like. These creatures tend to live in harmony with the sorcerers, although until recent times they had not been allowed to enroll in the Magical Academy.

A train had been created to move between realms, which made it so that people other than wizards and witches could move between the two (not humans, of course, since humans were not allowed to know about Sorceryville and that was how peace was kept between magical and non-magical communities). Thus, many younger sorcerers decided to go to human schools in the Mortal Realm (particularly to get away from their parents), leaving the Magical Academy lacking students. As a result, creatures were allowed to enroll.

Now that the Academy's history has been covered, let us move to the history of Sorceryville. It was founded by a man name Aleister Crowley after a conflict between the magical society and the non-magical, and the new dimension had to be created to promote peace. Nowadays most mortals don't know the truth about it, but anyway…

Crowley left his throne over Sorceryville to his son, who in turn left it to his son. However, the monarchy ended with the last son, who, although he did have children, had already passed command of Sorceryville to the form of government seen today by the time they were born. This did not change the fact that the Crowley family possessed some of the most powerful magic in the dimension (remember, these are the descendants of the man who created a whole new dimension with his powers) and were held in high respect. Though they stopped being worshipped as gods around the 18th century or so, after another magical family caused an uprising, they are still much respected and treated like royalty within Sorceryville.

Enter Amelia Crowley, who had been the last of that family in modern times. She was a bright witch, raised and educated by her father, however, she declined a scholarship to the Magical Academy in favor of going to the Mortal Realm-her reason was different from most. You see, while most witches or wizards who left Sorceryville did so to escape their families or to learn more about the human culture (which they found absolutely fascinating), Amelia left because while vacationing in the Mortal Realm, she had fallen in love with a human. That human's name was James Kirkland.

In time, they had a son who would naturally have inherited magical abilities from his mother, despite the fact that she tried to raise him as a mortal (James did know about their abilities, but it wasn't something they talked about). Around his twelfth birthday, their son snuck onto the train that went between the realms (as a born wizard, he could see the train station) and ended up being educated about magic by his grandfather (despite Amelia's protests).

I'm sure you know his name, but in case you were unsure, Amelia and James' son was named Arthur Kirkland.

After being taught by his grandfather for five years, he returned to the Mortal Realm for a year to visit his parents. Since he hadn't been in contact with them for those five years (contact between the two realms was virtually impossible unless someone felt like traveling between them, and since the train only ran about once a month, it wasn't exactly easy; it only ran once a month because of all the magical power needed to run it), he had to find out some things had changed: his parents had become much more open to the concept of magic, as shown by the fact they'd decided to teach Arthur's younger brother Peter (who was six years younger than Arthur) about magic after he'd left, probably wanting to keep at least one of their sons in the Mortal Realm.

However, after that year, Arthur received a scholarship to the Magical Academy and accepted it. Now, he would be returning to Sorceryville, with something new…

"Bloody hell," Arthur exclaimed, gazing up at the vast, castle-like structure that was the Academy; he'd never seen anything like it, even in all his years of living in Sorceryville, seeing as it was about a half hour carriage ride from the town itself.

"Ain't it just, though?" commented his driver from the front of the carriage, still steering the horses. The driver had only introduced himself as 'the fella who takes new students to the Academy', and seemed to have a screw or two loose. Although, seeing as the driver was a talking scarecrow (probably animated by magic), it was probably whoever had cast the animation spell that had a screw loose (that, or just plain sucked at magic).

The carriage soon came to a stop in front of the castle, and it was only then that Arthur actually got a good look at the grounds. It was a large castle as he'd observed previously, but it was surrounded by a huge courtyard and several smaller buildings that had probably been added when the castle was converted into a school. There were benches not unlike what one would expect to see in a park, but to top it all, there were probably hundreds of students walking around the campus, or just standing in groups and chatting with each other. As Arthur stepped out of the carriage, he couldn't help but stare at the scene in front of him in awe.

The scarecrow-driver unloaded his luggage and set the various bags and suitcases at his feet. "Yer room's number six hundred and sixty-six, if ah remember correctly," the driver laughed as he handed Arthur a sheet of paper that had Arthur's schedule and housing details written on it. "Brain o' straw and all. Anyway, if ya have any questions, that there's the front office…" the scarecrow pointed to one of the larger buildings that Arthur had observed earlier. "…And all them administrative staffers got the special maroon jackets, so ya can ask them. Enjoy yer stay at tha Academy."

With that, the scarecrow-driver climbed back onto his seat and shouted, "Gee-up!" With that, the carriage began to move as the black, velvety horses pulling it began to walk forward. Within moments the carriage was nearly out of sight.

"Suppose I should get to my room and unpack, seeing as classes don't start for another week," Arthur mumbled, flicking his wrist to magically levitate his luggage. With that, he began to walk across the courtyard towards the dormitory section of the castle (apparently most of the castle was being used for classes, but the rest was all housing, although there was a smaller dormitory building that had been constructed later to contain the girls' dorms; there were more male students than female, and the dorms had to be separated for obvious reasons) with his luggage floating next to him. That way, he could get his things around without having to do all that much work-god, he loved magic.

However, he'd only gone a few steps before his luggage decided to stop floating, hitting the ground and one of the suitcases falling open and spilling its contents on the ground. Cursing and wondering where he'd messed up the spell, he cast another to get the items back into the suitcase and close it.

…It sprung open again. Damnit. Arthur bent down to pick up everything and put it back in himself, so he could force the bloody suitcase shut if he needed to.

"Excuse me, but I'm guessing you didn't read our student handbook?" asked a voice. Looking up, Arthur noticed it was an older man-one of the administrators of the Academy, if the scarecrow's comment about the maroon jackets was to be believed.

"Er, I skimmed," Arthur replied, wondering what that had to do with anything. He'd gone and assumed that the rules at the Academy would be something along the lines of 'do not have random magical duels in the hallways, etcetera' and thus had neglected to read that part of the handbook thoroughly.

The man chuckled, "Ah, then you wouldn't know. Casual use of magic is frowned upon here at Magical Academy-actually, use of magic in general, so I had to negate your spells."

Arthur frowned, confused. "Why is that?" he asked, snapping the repacked suitcase shut and standing up with it. "I assumed a school of magic would at least allow uses within reason."

"Well, it's a rule from the old days," the man answered. "When younger kids were allowed to attend, and the school wasn't nearly as prestigious, there were mishaps and disasters several times a day! So, magic was restricted, and the tradition stuck."

Okay, that made more sense. Picking up the rest of his luggage (and wondering how the hell the scarecrow had carried it all earlier, since it was so heavy). He said, "Thanks." And resolved to actually read the handbook once he was in his room.

"No problem," with that, the man walked away towards another group of students that seemed to be behaving inappropriately, yelling obscene comments at passerby and attempting to grope them. Arthur hoped that he didn't have any classes with that lot, whoever they were. One of them actually seemed familiar, but he brushed off that feeling and began to head to his room.

Figure out who the inappropriately behaving group of students was? This'll be my last addition to my projects (as the third fanfiction I will be updating at once) for a while, so expect updates to shift between my three current fics.