A/N: I'm new in this website so I'd say to all readers: Criticize me as much as you can. I have a passion about writing and making up my own stuff so I wanted to get as much good or bad reviews from all of views. I also want the readers to show to the best of my ability to show my skills. Addition to that, I also want them to enjoy it as much as I do.

Summary: Unrecognized memories started to plague England in whatever he does. He asks help from other countries but they were unable to give him proper answers. Suddenly, out of nowhere, three eccentric but amorous men claim that he is their long lost important someone. Who were they and why do they have a connection to England's memories? Will the truth come out right? If it does, will it destroy England or strengthen him?

Hetalia x Game of Thrones (GoT) Crossover

Warnings: Gruesome parts of the memories, blood later chapters, no pairings just yet, both country and humans names are used, things added up to both stories that are mine, also made up some of my own ideas about both Hetalia and Game of Thrones, I thought that I would be forgiven since this is only for fun.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and Game of Thrones but I do own my imagination so I think I will be forgiven

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During the World Conference meeting, the atmosphere was quite dense unlike the ones that they actually have in the past years. Everyone was, just as usual, not paying attention into global issues affecting their countries. America was stuffing his mouth with burgers and soda while discussing something about being a "Hero", Japan sitting quietly beside Greece and Turkey, who were still arguing about who Japan prefers of being a better friend, Italy murmuring nonstop about pasta, Spain cuddling Romano against the younger nation's will, causing him to yell things about 'Tomato bastard', Austria getting a long-term migraine because of Hungary and Prussia's arguments, Switzerland and Liechtenstein sitting nonchalantly, Russia smiling on the corner with China beside him getting creeped out, and France teasing England. Usually, England retorts back at France and they start to fight but this time, England was spacing out. France was worried because when he entered the conference room, England ignored everyone. He did not respond to anything and it was way beyond France as to why England acts this way.

On the far right corner of the table, both Canada, who was not noticed by the nations, and Germany have had enough of the noise around them; ultimately, after 2 minutes, Germany snapped and stood. He hits the table with his fist, scaring Canada and snapping the attentions of the other countries except for England. " Why don't all of you shut up and behave?! Some countries are trying to solve their own problems in here with peace but it seems that we can't do that because all of YOU are not concentrating! ", at that, everyone shut up and sat silently as the real meeting began.

England was called by Germany to discuss his country's problems when the others' problems about their own lands are given with some good solutions. Again, England didn't bulge; he just had his eyes on the table and his chin was propped up at the back of his left hand. Germany called England for about 5 times but still no reply. Germany has had it and walked near England's side of the table and slams his fist. This time, England looks up to Germany with hazed eyes and replies, "I'm sorry, Tyrion, what?". Then England realizes what he said. Eyes widening, he clamps his mouth shut with his left hand, and runs to the left corner on the conference room.

All of the countries eyed England as he panted, his eyes wide in terror and fear. Automatically, they were then worried for his reactions. France walked up in front of England to comfort him but he slaps the hand away offered by France and murmurs something in a different language. It startles France and everyone. They all have heard and understood all the countries' languages but the language that England used was something that they did not hear before, even in their memories and beyond their pasts. The countries have excellent memory capacity except for England, if they heard or seen something, it'll be automatically on their heads. By now, every language is known by other countries, who also had different languages, however the murmured language was a mixture of some hint of Latin and some Polynesian hints but it was a very rare language. England could not take tense air around him as the countries stare at him with worry glazed on their eyes. It seems like it was choking him to death as he struggled to breathe. He then runs from the conference room and opens the door to leave. America was about to follow his former guardian but was stopped by Japan, telling him that England needs some privacy at this very moment.

England ran away as fast as his legs could carry. Normal people turned to look at him when they heard frantic footsteps in the corridor. Even though they noticed him, the nation ignored everyone, only focusing in getting out of the place to get rid off of the sickening atmosphere around him. He was also scared to death, he had not been in this type of situation. Tears started to spring into his eyes, he didn't bother wiping them as they flowed down.

Fear seized his little heart as he panted his way out of the building that held the world meeting. It felt strange when he called the name Tyrion out loud.

He knew Germany's name was Ludwig, not Tyrion. Addition to that, he had no idea who this 'Tyrion' might be. It just accidentally slipped out of his tongue without him knowing about it. As he reached the elevators, he pressed the button indicating the lobby floor of the building. As the doors closed, he also began to wonder why 'Tyrion' flowed out of his mouth.

Could it be someone he knew from the past that reminded him of Germany? Nah, England thought, that would be impossible, I don't even know his face so why compare? His attention snapped out of the trance when the elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby. He sighed, Thank goodness, I thought I would have died...He continued to trudge his way of the building to go back to his hotel.

Unfortunately, he was currently in America's country and he could not converse to his enchanted friends, who usually knew how to solve things related in the situation that he was in. For now, he could only call for a cab to his hotel, take a bath, and probably just rest.

The remaining nations in the room heaved slowly as they processed what happened. It did not occur to them that England was going through hard times, having hallucinations and strange but gross nightmares. He dreams of people losing their heads or some trials by combat. It has been a long time since he has witnessed those type of violences. To other countries, they might have seen a lot of these because of the crimes that occurred but Arthur's life has been peaceful for probably more than 50 years.

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Arthur reached his hotel room with ease, meaning no one tried to get in his way. He sighed as he trudged his way in front of his hotel room door. As he opens the door, he was taken back by surprise. There were men, who wore black clothes, on his couch, probably slept while waiting for him. Good thing for England, they seem to be deep sleepers because they did not wake up when he tiptoed his way to his closet.

As much as he wanted to just make tea and read newspapers to relax, the three strange-but-handsome men were in his couch, as if it was their territory as of now, deciding to show them kindness for now, he just flomped his way to his bed and dozed off.

Unnoticed by England, the men woke up by the time he entered his hotel room. They pretended to sleep by heaving deep and long breaths as if they were asleep. They thought that he was at least gonna put up a fight since they were totally strangers in front of the country's eyes but it also startled them as the country just went to bed without a care in the world.

The three men might have been feeling lonesome as they too launched to the bed beside the exhausted nation. They watched him with such intensity that they could have memorized his features if they were asked to define his identity. After a few of scrutinizing the nation, they fell asleep like a rock pile beside England.

By the time England woke up, it was already nighttime. As he noticed the lights out in the window of his hotel room, he found out that he was in a rather strange position. The guy who had a silver earring in his ear has his face close to England. Too close for comfort as one might say. The other who had spikes at the back of his hair, similar to the other one, has his arm around England's waist and gripped onto it tightly, as if his life depended on it.

The other one's head was in England's stomach, using it as a pillow. As mentioned, the other two had similar hairstyles unlike the other one whose face was close to his and could practically feel the puffs of breath upon his cheek. The only way to tell apart is because of their clothing. The other who had his waist on an armlock had a leather jacket wrapped on his body, not zipped up all the way but only at the top of his stomach, exposing the black shirt that this whoever guy is wearing.

The other one who was using his stomach as a pillow had a rather-complicated-to-look-at jacket around his upper torso. His jacket has TONS AND TONS of his zippers around the forearms, and you could name it, everywhere, deceiving other people to think it was some kind of anime costume. His jacket was also not zipped up, much like the other one, but there was one difference: the guy has no shirt on.

Finally snapping to reality, England forces himself to get up, which was difficult since their bodies are as heavy as a pile of boulders, and managed to wake up the men.

The looks and eye colors also helped England to distinguish them as he slowly backed into the couch, with a blanket around his form, clutching at it as if it was his lifeline.

The guy who had his face close has rather stunningly and fascinatingly silver eyes. He had not seen a guy with silver eyes, only blue ones (resembling the two idiots who he was in a little bit of a hectic relationships since they're really idiots), violet eyes (as much as he hated it), brown eyes, green eyes, red eyes (Yes, it's the awesome Prussia), and some other colors but not silver. The fact that he had not seen these pair of gemlike eyes throughout his entire lifetime gave him the suspicion that this person in front of him, who was currently yawning, is not what he seems to be.

The other one who had his waist around a pair of arms had a strange case of heterochromia. In his left eye was typical blue and his right eye was red. People usually get red eyes because of their skin tones for being an albino or just the blood cells flowing through the eyes but the guy was not albino. He has black hair and a normal skin tone.

The last but not least was also identified by England as not of this world. The guy who had his head on the nation's stomach has golden eyes. He could compliment that those eyes were also enticing and dangerous but he knew that no human or even a nation should have those kind of eyes.

He slowly backed away from the men, leaving the bed completely, tugging the blanket to wrap himself with it. The men did not move from their laid positions, instead they followed England's every move similar to how a predator would spy on his prey.

"Who are you? What the bloody hell are you doing here?", England asked as he felt exposed to the men. The man with silver eyes moved to stand up and make his way to the frightened country. The man continued to walk his way in front of the nation until the blonde's back met the good ol' wall. 'Damn, I'm trapped. I should have not let my guard down! Stupid, so stupid-' "Mama..." the guy called.

England blinked a few times. Mama? You've got to be kidding me! He snarls, clutching the blanket around him even more tightly, " What the hell are you talking about?! Have you lost your mind? Or are you just plain stupid?". The man did not reply but only moved even more closer to him, as if he was going to hug the nation.

'Bloody hell am I going to let this man touch a piece of my hair!' He exclaimed mentally, alerting himself that this guy maybe insane, along with those two on his bed, and kill him. But he was a second too late as the man embraced him with such strength and warmth.

The blonde's breath hitched and decided not to move if he still wanted to live. Pfft, I'm a country, I'm not going to die that easily! He thought, insulting his own mind. His eyes shifted to the other men, only to find them approaching him as well. They might have come near him to hug him but there's no way is he going to have another 2 men cuddle him.

He squeaked rather manly (yeah, right...) as he was lifted up by the man with silver eyes, tilting their positions so the blonde is now facing the other men. He was practically dazed that he did not notice that he was put down on the floor, the men had their arms outstretched in front of him, ready to launch for a hug.

The silver eyed guy shifted his arms so now those biceps are around his waist. The heterochromatic guy has his arms kneeled in front of England and wrapped his arms around the blonde's legs. The golden eyed guy wrapped his arms around England's shoulders and held him firmly.

England snapped into reality as he felt more warmth from this rather awkward big hug. It is true that these men were strangers but he felt nostalgic. He felt...safe and loved. Synchronizing, all of them sighed. The blonde did not even realize that he was holding his breath. The three men around him had their heads hung low and he noticed that they were shaking. Not knowing why, he asked, "Oi, are you, um, alright?". The men only tightened their hold in reply.

"Do you not remember us, Mama?" The blonde had no idea who said it but the sentence was interlaced with such sadness and sorrow that it gripped onto the country's little, delicate heart with guilt. He didn't know what to do so he did what he usually does when little America was crying or sad, he hugged them back. He tried to though, with such level of difficulty. England nuzzled his head to the golden eyed guy's hair, he put his hand at the top of the heterochromatic guy's head, ruffling his hair slightly, and clutched the silver eyed guy's arms as if to reassure.

They stayed in that position for another 3 minutes, after that, they all let go of each other gradually. England made his way back to the bed and returned the blanket to its right place, his back facing the men. The men just stood and looked at him. The blonde could practically feel their gazes on his back and he hesitated to move for a while, wanting to hear if they were going to attack him now that he felt rather calm around them.

To his surprise, they did not move a muscle. As the country faced them again, he saw their faces painted with agony. He shifted his eyes to the ground, unable to bear the rising guilt in his conscience.

England went to sat on the couch, the three following him to sit as well. He wanted to clear away the confusion and he came to the conclusion that if he talked to them, his bewilderment would go fly right out of the window.

The men might have sensed his uneasiness that they started to introduce themselves. The silver eyed man said, "I'm Drogon, the eldest", the golden eyed followed, "I'm Viserion, Mama...", and the heterochromatic man followed suite, "I'm Rhaegal, the youngest..."

England blinked, 'Drogon? Viserion? Rhaegal?' He knew somewhere at the back of his head that the names sounded familiar but could not press on which fact was the right one to categorize those names.

Drogon continued, "While our mother was away, doing her work as the queen, you took care of us and we saw you everyday. That's why we call you Mama..."

'Oh no, not good. Can't remember anything like that happened in my life. And Mama, seriously, I'm a man for bloody hell's sake! It would have been fine to call Brother or Father...There's just looking down on me! Yes! That's got to be it! They think they can just say that, huh?! Well, they got another thing coming on their faces! They also have a woman mother so why even bother calling me Mama anyway?! They just want to get into my nerves, huh, well, now how I want to smack their heads' England's mind interjected.

Viserion moved his back from the couch to lean on his elbows, which he placed above his knees, and looked directly into England's emerald eyes. Addition to that, he also followed the elder's lines, "You always managed to tame us whenever we lose ourselves to hunger. You scold us for not being able to behave, I still remember imagining your nose puffing out long trails of smoke when you're angry, your face is as also as red as a tomato. After that, you'd mutter incoherent things and give us food"

The blonde's right eye twitched in annoyance. 'That's it!' England thought, 'I'm going to kick them out of this hotel through the window! Yes, a good idea, yes-' then something intrigued the nation. 'Wait, tame us whenever we lose ourselves to hunger?! What does that mean?' His mind reeled and he gasped upon reaching to a conclusion. 'Could it be that these men are not-!'

"Humans, yes, we're not. We're dragons", Rhaegal bluntly answered the smaller nation's realization. This caused the country to stand up and covered his mouth with his hand. They're DRAGONS?! But how-?

"Humans can't see us but you can. You've been with us for almost 200 years. Countries are also the same unlike you, Norway, and Romania. So to answer your question, the people who work in this hotel can't see us brage into your room, even your so-called surveillance camera" Drogon stated as if it was a-matter-of-fact, his head leaning on his right knuckle as his elbow was at the top of the couch's "arm".

The blonde settled himself down on the couch again. What if the cameras recorded a video of him talking to the dragons but humans don't see them and they might label him as a perfect patient to the good ol' asylums around the corner.

Viserion rose from his seat and sat next to the smaller man. As the dragon made himself comfortable, England suddenly has a deep interest of the carpets on the floor rather than the conversation that they were having. To him, it's so peculiar that things are happening so fast that he could not comprehend what to do or what to believe. He started to believe he was going insane!

"Don't worry, Mama, I won't let them label you as such. A little touch of illusion might help..." Viserion said with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

A vein popped in England's forehead and he stood abruptly, startling the other two except Viserion. "Who the hell are you calling 'Mama' you git! What illusion are talking about? Just hearing this from all of you is making me go nuts! And what do you mean that the illusion might help, huh?" The frustrated country hollers.

Instantly, their eyes went soft and their faces contorted with longing. "We're not lying. We're just so happy to have you back that we forgot ourselves. Please forgive us. Viserion used illusions so that the people around you and the people, who are monitoring this hotel, won't suspect you of anything. But if they do, we're going to kill them " Rhaegal apologized then declared his loyalty with his head hung low along with Drogon and Viserion.

As England was about to comfort them, a knock on the door disrupted their sorry moods. The voices that England doesn't want to hear right now boomed outside his door.

"Yo England! You alright there buddy? Want to go join me and France to the pub?"

"Oui, Angleterre. Let'z go to zhe pub, you just zneed a drink. Open up zhe door for big brother or I'll just invite myself in~"

A loud smack was heard and the blonde directed his gaze towards the door with a tired expression. Having that kind of expression on their Mama's face sparked something inside them. An uncontrollable rage.

"Stop being perverted! Are you an idiot?! England won't come out after what you said!"

"Oh but I am merely concerned of our Angleterre. He didn't act like himself earlier. He needs comforting from his big ol' brother~"

"Ne, let's just drag England out right now and be done with it, da~"

"Please everyone. England-san has his right to rest. We should at least give him that"

England buried his face on his hands in exasperation. At least, Japan seems to be the only one concerned for his health. Suddenly the aura around England began to harden. He lifted his head up only to be mortified of what he saw.

The dragons are reeling with fury, he could tell. Their eyes had red glints which could only mean they're lusting for a bloodshed right now.

All the three of them, simultaneously yet being synchronized, asked, "May we have a little fun with our unsuspecting pals outside the door, Mama?"

Oh no...

What did you think? I'm sorry that I'm not good in vocabulary, grammar, and description. But at the very least, I'm trying to make the best of it, yeah? So please R&R people. Yes, I'm also aware of what's really happening in the real GoT series but since this is a fanfiction and I'm the author, I have, at least, the authority to do what I want and write what I want, right?

I'm also going to hold a poll, not through the profile, but rather at the very end of the story chapters.

Which dragon in GoT do you like the most to be compatible with England?

A) Drogon

B) Viserion

C) Rhaegal