The Hetalia Academy of Magic was known for its prowess and knowledge of magic. And it's students. The Academy houses some of the most powerful teenage sorcerers and sorceresses in the world. The goal was to educate them and create great magic users out of them. Graduates from the Hetalia Academy of Magic include the Prime Minister of England and even the Pope. The Academy also teaches them how to hide their powers from mortals and some of the rules.

The most prominent rule, one that has been ingrained into the mind of every student that has gone through the Academy, states that it is illegal to create artificial life. That is the one rule that can never be overlooked. Punishable by expulsion from the magical world. In other words, the creator of that life will have their magic ripped away from them.

Usually, this rule is followed to the letter. But then there was one very powerful student that decided to risk it.

"Hey, Artie," the familiar voice of Gilbert cackled and Arthur braced himself for what he knew was about to come. Sure enough, he was slammed into the stone wall next to him. His head knocked into it, making him go dizzy slightly. "Kseksekseksekseksekse!" Gilbert laughed as he walked away and Arthur cursed under his breath. Gilbert was always easy to find in the halls, with his bright white hair and red eyes. So Arthur was always able to brace himself just in time.

Arthur sucked in a breath, though, and continued down the hall to his next class. He was used to the pushing, the shoving, the hitting on occasion. He was, by far, the most powerful student at the Academy and very smart in all of his classes. That apparently warranted everyone to start picking on the poor blonde kid with forest green eyes and massive eyebrows.

He'd grown numb to it over the year he'd gone here. It never got too far and never bothered him too much. Sure there were those occasions when people broke into his dorm and dumped all of his belongings into the fountain in the front of the school. Sure they hexed his papers to try and make him fail. Sure they had locked him in a closet for two days straight once.

Arthur gritted his teeth and sighed as he got into his next class. He sat in the back corner, next to the door in case he had to make a quick exit, which happened when some students made small explosions and then later blamed it on Arthur.

The teacher started passing back some papers when the bell rang. And, naturally, Arthur got his back blank with a large, circled F in the center. Arthur groaned, leaning back in his chair. All of his grades were suffering because of those bloody practical jokes.

"Arthur, we'll need to talk after class," the teacher stated kindly and Arthur nodded.

"Flunking this class, too, smart ass?" Antonio turned around in front of him and Arthur glared at him, not wanting to start another fight that would nearly get him expelled. Antonio was another bully. He had chocoalte brown hair and bright green eyes. They would look the same as Arthur's if Arthur's weren't so dull.

"Maybe if you just left me alone I could get out of here as fast as possible," Arthur muttered darkly.

"It is not mon cher's fault," Francis said smugly as he entered the class late. Arthur ground his teeth and looked at his blank essay. He was flambuoyant, to say the least. He had long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but Arthur new better than everyone else that he could be cruel. "Our powerful sorcerer is just too frail to take care of himself."

Okay, so maybe Arthur wasn't used to it. Maybe he couldn't stand it. Maybe he stayed up late at night plotting on how to get rid of all of these damn people that hated him for no reason at all.

Without Arthur even paying attention, the class went on. What did it matter, he wasn't going to pass at this rate anyway. It wasn't long before the class was dismissed and everyone filed out. Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio all took turns hitting him in the head on their way out.

Arthur slowly put his things in his bag and walked up to the teacher in the front of the room.

"So, Arthur, we need to talk about all those blank papers," the teacher said sadly. "I feel like you aren't even trying."

"I've told you this before," Arthur sighed. "Those are hexed. If you would even try testing them for that, you would be able to tell."

"You're a smart student," the teacher shook her head. "It's not up to the teachers to unhex papers here. The student has to put their own spell on to protect from that."

"And if I knew that spell, that would be helpful," Arthur muttered. "We haven't gotten close to learning that in any of my classes."

"Then you haven't learned the hex either," the teacher hummed. "If you don't start turning in actual work, I will have to fail you. And I do not want to do that to someone with your power."

"Yes, ma'am," Arthur sighed and turned around, out the door. He wanted to scream, like any day. At this school, the students weren't even supposed to use magic unless instructed to by a teacher. They overlooked Arthur's pleas that someone was using magic against him easily because "no one would even think about breaking the rules here."

Arthur snorted. Yes, because everyone here were such saints.

The rest of his classes that day were the same. Teased by an assortment of different people, all of different nationalities because this school was international. And, at the end of the day, Arthur found his door booby-trapped. The second he touched the door handle, he was shocked by an electric current and water was dumped all over him. Arthur sighed and flew his door open. After slamming it closed, he sighed with relief. He had cast a very powerful spell over his room to make sure nothing in it could actually be touched or gotten to by anyone. He had made precautions since the last time.

It was messy, to say the least. Spell books were strewn everywhere and papers lined the floors and walls. Even his bed was covered by something. Most likely his latest plans to be rid of those bullies. But that wouldn't be good enough…

Biting his lip, Arthur quickly pulled out a book from under another on top of his buried desk. It would be illegal, but it would be so worth it. It would be very worth it. He could pass school…He could finally become successful and no one would pick on him again… Definitely worth it in every way. There was only one downfall if he got caught.

If…

None of the others got caught when they went after him with their magic. And Arthur was far more cunning than those twats.

Arthur set his jaw and moved the old pages of the book his father had given him years ago. It was dusty, hadn't been opened since his dad used it 30 years ago. But Arthur was happy to have it now. He found what he needed quickly.

"Artificial Life," Arthur read out loud. He had heard about the punishments for this spell. He had heard about the multiple people who had their lives ruined by it. Just the spell, not the punishment. Something like this was difficult and complicated. Exhausting to the point where some people pass out. But Arthur was one of the strongest sorcerers in the world. He would definitely be able to pull this off.

Arthur closed his eyes, sucking in a deep breath and gathering energy. He could hear the things around him start to move, the power shifting them.

He opened his eyes and looked at the spell.

"May a piece of my heart go into you,
May you live with me
You will live as long as I
My faithful servant come of nothing
I allow you to enter the world
With me as your guardian…"

Voila! This is a new story, one that sucked me back into FanFiction, rather than focus on my NaNoWriMo... But, whatever. It's gonna be short, the chapters are gonna be short, and the plot may be a little rushed. But that's okay. We've gotten the basics in here for the first chapter. Arthur's getting bullied and I really don't mean for the Bad Touch Trio to be the main bad guys. They don't stay that way for long, I promise!

And the USUK starts next chapter ;)

And I know the spell doesn't rhyme, I'm not good at that. If I had to make it, like, Latin or something and rhyme, I would shoot myself. But, you'll have to deal with this by now. And it is half-finished, just so you know. You'll know the other half soon enough!

Please review! It will help me a lot, trust me!

And I will only be saying this once, so pay attention: I OWN NOTHING!