My dreams are freakin' AMAZING! But this idea was also created during a random rp-ing thing with mah new friend (she's England and I'm America) over evil fairies vs. good fairies. ANYWAYS this is fantastic! Don't worry, I'll still keep going with the other fics :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia (or 90% of the mythological creatures that will appear).

1100-England

"ARTHUR MOVE!" England yelped as Scotland pushed him out of the way of a magical blast. They had managed to lure the witch into the circle, but she still attacked."NOW!" Wales shouted, stepping out from behind the trees. Northern Ireland and Ireland did the same and the brothers formed a pentagon. The witch realized what was about to happen."You think you can seal me? Ha! I WILL become the personification of England, 5 weak magicians can't stop me!" She tried to move but found herself unable to. She glanced down and saw a dark red chain coming out of the ground and surrounding her leg, holding her to the ground. The ground in between the brothers had become a circle, glowing in the rain.

"We aren't just 5 normal magicians witch." Scotland snapped, his eyes glowing as a blue chain ripped out of the ground and wrapped around her.

"We happen to be the most powerful magicians-" "- In this part of Europe" The Ireland twins added, eyes glowing as orange and green chains wrapped around the witch.

"Not to mention personifications of the 5 most magical countries in the world." Wales smirked. England nodded as he raised his hand.

"I got chosen for this path and no one will lead me off it. Not even greedy witches like you. Go back to the Land of the Fae and stay there, Morgan Le Fey!" England roared, thunder clapping in the background. Morgan began to chuckle, then laugh evilly, chilling all 5 brothers to the bone."You think I will leave quietly? I'll be back, and I won't let you off easily! Consider your most prized possession mine when I come back, Arthur Kirkland!" She screeched as the chains pulled her through the portal and back into the Land of the Fae. Soon, the magic circle vanished and so did every trace of the witch. The 5 brothers stood for a moment before letting out a huge sigh of relief. England fell to his knees, panting."You okay England!?" England chuckled as his familiar, a flying green bunny, flew around his head.

"I'm bloody brilliant now that she's gone. I'm a tad worried about what she meant at the end though…" Scotland rolled his eyes as he gently shoved his brother with his foot."She can't do anything over there. Now c'mon, Mum's making her roast and if ye make me miss it, ye'll be sorry!" The brothers laughed as they stood up and began running towards their house.

Present Day-

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!" Scotland growled as he stomped down the street. Wales ran after him, a worried expression on his face.

"S-Scotland please calm down! I'm sure America didn't mean any harm by the song. He didn't even create the 'Stereotype song' in the first place!" Wales placed a shoulder on Scotland's arm, which was quickly shoved off.

"It doesn't matter! The git sent it to us anyways so obviously he thought it was funny. 'Scotland hump sheep' my arse! That's the stereotype for ye country, not mine!" Wales scowled as Scotland kept walking."Don't remind me. But did we really have to fly all the way to America just so you could yell at him?" Wales pouted. Scotland rolled his eyes.

"Of course! There's no point if I-" Scotland suddenly stopped and Wales bumped into him.

"Ow! Why did ya stop?" Scotland scowled and clenched his fist.

"Do ye feel that? It's…magic…but here? In America? And this strong?" Wales frowned before his eyes widened. There was a large amount of magic flowing in the wind.

"It's all focusing in one spot…almost like there's someone using it, and a lot of it… But nobody in America uses magic." Wales pointed out. Scotland nodded.

"This is weird…it seems familiar somehow. But it's giving me the creeps." Scotland's familiar, a light blue serpent, suddenly appeared, wrapping around his arm.

"I don't like it Alistair. It's so dark…" A small red dragon appeared on Wales' head.

"I agree. And I never agree. This is darker than England's magic." the two brothers exchanged looks.

"We better check it out." Scotland said. Wales nodded and the two set off.

America's House

"Yes England. Yeah I know he's angry." America used his shoulder to hold his cell phone to his ear as he slipped off his shoes.

"I just got back from working out so hopefully Scotland won't yell for too long, I want to take a nap. Man it started to rain when I got home too…even though it was really sunny like 5 minutes ago." America frowned as he peered through the blinds in his kitchen. Suddenly, there was a crash of lightning and the power went out.

"Great. Now the power's out. Geez and Tony's not here to fix it…I'm gonna have to go Iggy." America chuckled as he held the phone away from his ear as England yelled at him about the nickname America gave him."Okay ENGLAND. But seriously I got to-" He was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. He frowned as he glanced towards the door."Uh…yeah as I was saying I got to go. Someone's at the door. If it was Scotland I doubt he would ring the doorbell. Though I have no idea who would brave this storm just to come visit…See ya Iggs." He hung up before England could respond. America sighed as he walked towards the door."Hello?" He opened the door and was met with a strange sight. Standing at his door, perfectly dry, was a woman with pale blonde hair that went to her waist and white skin. Her eyes sparkled blue and she wore a long blue dress that looked like it came out of a fairytale.

"Uh…may I help you?" He asked, confused. The woman laughed lightly as she whipped out, grabbing America's chin roughly and forcing him to look at her in the eyes.

"Amazing…even after all you've been through you are still his most prized possession." America's eyes narrowed as he grabbed her wrist and forced her to let go."Look lady, I hate to be rude but I think ya got the wrong house." He tried to shut the door but she simply raised her hand and a great burst of wind blew the door to pieces, shoving America down the hall into the back wall. He groaned as he sat up.

"What the hell?" His eyes widened as the woman walked into the house.

"You're so innocent. I remember when you were a babe. So sweet and full of belief. My fairies never succeeded in taking you but it seems you're by yourself." She smiled as she knelt down by the young man, who stiffened at her hand on his cheek."I-I don't know what you're talking about…" He mumbled. She raised an eyebrow."You never noticed the fairies? They sang sweet songs, calling you to rivers and forests." America's eyes widened. He always was compelled to explore his native lands when England wasn't visiting, exploring forests and rivers. But he always managed to find a way back to England.

"Who are you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. The woman laughed as she stood up.

"I am the great Morgan Le Fey! I was sealed off by England and his dratted brothers centuries ago! Of course, I swore revenge. I told him I would come back and his most prized possession would be mine. My fairies have watched him for years, spying and looking for his most prized possession. And then, they found you. Sweet little Americae. Ever since you were a child I knew. I've seen the way he looks at you. He would be devastated if anything happened." America was blushing furiously by this point.

"Y-you're from those King Arthur stories that England told me back when I was a kid! But…those aren't real…" Morgan laughed."Silly boy! Of course they're real! Did you think England was talking to thin air the entire time? Unicorns, Trolls, fairies, all of them!" By this time America was slowly sliding to the side.

"Anyways, that is beside the point. Now, are you ready to go?" She turned and he froze.

"G-Go? Go where?" She smirked as she grabbed his wrist with such force he couldn't even feel it.

"To the Land of the Fey. I hope you said goodbye to Earth since you aren't coming back to it!" Suddenly, there was a loud screech and a flash of light blue. Morgan retracted her hand, which had a long scratch on it, flinching. America's eyes widened as a light blue almost ghost-like eagle landed in between him and Morgan.

"Not on my watch, Witch! Or did you forget about me?" It hissed. Morgan glared at it while America's mouth dropped."No way…Freedom? I haven't seen you since…Hell since I was a kid!" The bird glanced back at America, almost smirking."You stopped believing so you lost the Sight. I've been watching you the entire time. Of course, most of the time I was keeping her fairies away so you probably never noticed." Suddenly, a vine came out from the floor and wrapped around Freedom's neck. The bird screeched with pain as it was pulled to the floor."Freedom!" America began to move forward to try and help when Morgan grabbed his arm and pinned it behind him. He cried out with pain as she shifted it, dangerously close to dislocating his shoulder.

"Damned bird…I'm done fooling around. The boy is mine!" She screamed. There was loud thunder and a flash before she disappeared, along with America.

Meanwhile…

"Where did all this fucking rain come from!?" Scotland cursed as he narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the heavy rainfall."The magic is focused around America's house! We have to hur-" Wales was cut off by a loud thunderclap and lightning flash. Both countries were shoved to the ground by the sheer force of the magic dispelling. The skies cleared instantly and there wasn't any sign of the previous storm."What the hell? Now there isn't a trace of magic." Scotland scowled as he peered up at the sky.

"I sense a slowly fading magic from the house still…I believe it's a familiar." The red dragon reappeared, this time flying in front of the two and was staring in the direction of the house."A familiar? We better check this out." Wales began to run towards America's house. Scotland swore as he begun to follow. When they got to the front, both froze. The door had been broken open and there were pieces all over the inside hallway."What the- what happened here!?" Scotland's eyes were wide as the two walked in.

"Over there!" The red dragon flew over to the end of the hall, where there was a barely-visible blue eagle. Wales was instantly next to it, lifting it up gently."Poor fellow. What happened here?" He asked softly. The bird stirred and its eyes opened. Wales gasped. Its eyes were the exact same shade as America's.

"No way…America has a familiar? He can't even use magic." Scotland breathed as he knelt down by the two."P-please…help him…I can't do anything but be with him…" The eagle weakly lifted his head, pleading with his eyes. Wales frowned."Help who? What do you mean?" The eagle shuddered but managed to open his eyes again.

"T-The witch…she finally succeeded…M-Morgan…she took him….back to…the land…of..the…f….ae….." The bird shut his eyes and slowly faded. Soon, Wales was holding thin air. It didn't matter because both brothers were still in shock.

"Morgan…she's free?! B-But we sealed her! How the hell did she get out!? And why did she kidnap America?!" Scotland raged, standing up and kicking a wall angrily. Wales looked up and Scotland saw sadness and realization in his eyes.

"His most prized possession…She didn't come to hurt America. She wants to hurt Arthur." Scotland's eyes widened."Fuck."

England's House

"I have a bad feeling Mint…" England muttered as he sipped his cup of tea. He had been having a bad feeling all day and it had begun to give him a headache. His familiar, Flying Mint Bunny, was sitting on the table, worried."Don't worry Arthur! I'm sure Owain will keep Alistair from hurting Alfred!" No sooner had the bunny said did a loud banging begin. England groaned, his headache increasing due to the loud noise."it's the door Arthur." Mint giggled. England stood up and made his way to the door."Hello?" He opened it and was surprised to see Scotland and Wales, panting and wet, standing in his doorway.

"W-what are you doing here!? And why are you wet?" He asked, shocked. Scotland scowled as he shoved his way inside."That's not the fucking point! The point is Morgan's back and she fucking took America to the Land of the Fae." England blinked as Wales sighed, walking into the house as well.

"W-wha….How much have you had to drink Alistair?" England asked, suspicious. Scotland groaned loudly as Wales threw a towel at him before wrapping another around his neck.

"None. He's telling the truth. Morgan Le Fey is back and she took your most prized possession, as she promised. America is trapped in the Land of the Fae." Wales repeated, a sad look in his eyes. England stared at the two in shocked silence before passing out."Shit! He passed out!" "Quick Draig, get some hot water!" "I'm on it!" "Nessie go get some blankets!" "Right away!" "Alistair, go call the others. We're going to need help."

OMG dramatic. So, this seems epic. Oh noes America got kidnapped! I was debating having this happen when America was a kid but then I thought it'd be cool if he was an adult. But familiars are fun to write for.

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Scotland-Alistair- familiar: Nessie- a blue serpent. AKA Loch Ness Monster

Wales-Owain- familiar: Draig- a red dragon.

England- Arthur- Familiar: Flying Mint Bunny- green flying bunny

America- Alfred- Familiar: Freedom- a light blue, almost ghost-like eagle. He's been protecting America from Morgan since he was a kid but Morgan in-person was too strong.,

Morgan Le Fey- a powerful sorceress from the King Arthur legends.