So, recently I've been going through a bit of a King Arthur phase lately. And I just finished the amazing book The Once and Future King. Which got me thinking… Was there any Hetalia crossovers out there? I was shocked to find that there was none.

So I decided to create this ship! I really do love it, as much as I love USUK.

Just a note, please don't hold me to accuracy, I suck at historical fiction. All the spellings and dates are from The Once and Future King.

I don't own anything except for the idea.

Prologue

An Anniversary

England had known this day was coming. It came the same time every year, without fail. He'd been mentally preparing for it for over a month now.

That didn't make it hurt any worse when he rolled out of bed and double checked the date, however. Ugh… Today really did come. Damn It all. Of course it came. Anniversaries weren't like people. You couldn't actively avoid them. They came and tore through you, no matter how many defenses you had up.

There were a lot of anniversaries that England hated. Every country, especially one of his age, had them. Even the younger nations, like America, had times where they just wanted that one day to be over with. Once it was over, they would wipe their eyes sheepishly and at least pretend to be whole again. But everyone had to have at least one day to let all of their sadness out or they would go insane.

He slowly set a teapot on the stove and leaned against the wall. Yes, there was a lot of days he didn't want to leave the bed on. The day his mum died, the day America left him, the day the Blitz started, the day… He shook his head. He'd deal with that pain on the days allotted for them. It was a different day today. A different ache. Similar to the one he felt around America, but not quite the same.

It was a broken heart.

Seeing as the tea still wasn't ready, England noted with a small huff, (honestly, it didn't normally take the water this long to boil), he walked to the sitting room across the hall. Or at least to the doorframe. Reluctantly, he forced himself to take a step forward into the velvet walled room. Then another. Then another. His eyes locked on the top drawer of an amore, the one that he always left locked. He had made both America and Canada cry when they asked what was in it. Sure, they were only children at the time, but secrets were secrets. He wasn't going to open like that to anybody. Even America, who he still cared about deeply, wasn't allowed to know. No one was that special to him anymore.

Well, that wasn't exactly true.

The one person he could have been free with, could have told anything, was dead.

Shakily, he slipped his hand under his simple white shirt and brought out an ancient key tied onto a lacy black ribbon. Before he could give himself time to decide against it, he jammed it into the lock and turned. Well… Here goes nothing… He pulled it open.

Four very different objects sat inside. A brown leather glove, still in perfect condition after all these years. A dried sprig of herbs, tied together with a magical string which would not allow them to fall into decay. A ladies' handkerchief, edged with hand stitched lace. And finally, a roughly carved wooden cross.

A screech of a teapot snapped him out of his reverie. Quickly, he picked all for items up and ran back into the kitchen. Setting them down on his small breakfast table, he finished making the tea. He poured himself a cup, then sat down with the objects in front of him.

There was no time like the present. He picked up the glove and raised it to his lips. Hay… Horses… Hounds… Yes, it still smelled like Arthur did back then.

He felt himself be taken back.

She is not any common earth

Water, or wood, or air,

But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye

Where you and I will fare