LoonyEC: Hey there, it's been awhile hasn't it? Hehehe I guess I hadn't been active here in fanfiction hadn't I? There's no need for explanation about it I guess, wondering when I'm going to update and stuffs like that. I broke too many promises it seems but somehow I can't bring myself to continue… I tried to get back into writing but there are so many things that come and go that shattered whatever remaining self-esteem I have and I started to lose confidence in myself… but enough talk about shitty things that happened. I decided that I will write whenever I felt like it and I won't promise anything because I know that some people will feel so disappointed when they realize there are no updates… I don't want that but it can't be avoided when life came to knock right at your doorsteps. Anyway I should tell you that I'm in a Hetalia fanmode at that moment cause I'm starting to read more and more about Hetalia now and I love it every bit of it, especially the anime, personally I love the English Dub cause of the accents baby (wink, wink). I wanted to try writing a crossover here so this will be a mix. And when I say a mix I mean it.
There will be hints or crossover with Cardverse cause I'm starting to like the idea of having the Hetalia characters played as Cards. Whelp that will be all. Hope you enjoy.
Summary: What it would be like when a Country involves itself for its own people? England here has finally decided that he ignored his Magical Community long enough when the threat of the rise of the Dark Lord is coming. He had come to terms with himself that he would no longer ignore his peoples need for his assistance. He abandoned a child in need before in the past but this time he won't abandon another again. He would make sure of that.
Pairings: USUK and TomxHarry (mentions of other pairing will be heard)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia and the idea of Cardverse and of course Harry Potter. They belong to their respective owners.
Warnings: Watch out for horrible grammar, possible missed out spelling and of course hints of shonen-ai here and there because somehow I tend to add in my story.
Personally the names that I like:
Scotland- Alistair
Ireland- Patrick
Wales- Theodore
North Ireland- Seamus
Center Piece
By: LoonyEC
Chapter 1: Movement
Alistair Kirkland, better known to the Nations around the world as Scotland, blows his last cigarette. His piercing green eyes glanced lazily around him. He spotted a few hooded creeps talking in hush tones while glancing at him suspiciously.
He smirked to himself before puffing a few smokes through his nostrils. He grabs his half-empty jug and ordered one last drink from the barkeeper.
"One more of those ButterBeers, Tom." Alistair didn't spare the old man a glance as he puts out his cigarette. Tom muttered under his breath before pouring more of the drink before walking away to clean some empty mugs.
Alistair took one swig and emptying everything of its contents before placing the jug on the counter with a loud satisfying thud. He burps obnoxiously as he wipes the remains from his mouth with his black-gloved hand. He stood tall and proud as he reaches for his hood to cover his face, hiding his shockingly bright flaming red hair and those acidic green eyes.
Every wizard in the pub would assume him to be a Weasely for their famous hair but one look at him they quickly dashed that thought aside. Everyone in the Wizarding World knew about the Weaselys and how they are the only last clan of them. Everyone knew of the family very well, for they are well known to be Muggle-Loving, Blood-Traitors.
But seeing the man with those eyes that held with dark malice and mischief, there is no way a Weasely could have that look. There's just no way.
Alistair walked behind the bar and went into a backroom that is filled with empty junks around the place. It was a dead end obviously. But everyone knows that this is the open doorway to Diagon Ally, only someone with some knowledge knows how to open it.
He briefly brushed his fingers at the brick walls, feeling them with his own magic. The walls instantly reacted to his touch and started to shudder excitedly. They quiver a bit before they jump to open the door for him. As a Nation, especially those who are magical land can do whatever they wished on performing magic with or without a wand.
Alistair started walking as the walls behind him reassemble themselves to their original state. He reaches into his pocket to pluck out an old parchment with emerald green ink that was written on it.
He scanned at it briefly before stuffing it back into his pocket.
"Let just get this over it." The Scotsman spoke with his heavy accent as he headed towards Hogwarts.
England grumbled as he gathers his papers and neatly placed them on his briefcase. He didn't notice America sneaking behind him before it's too late.
"GUESS WHO!" America instantly placed his hands over England's eyes, blinding him from view.
"Gah! America, you imbecile! Let go of me you twat!" The remaining papers that he gathered in his hands are now scattered on the floor thanks to the sudden shock that America did to cover his eyes.
"Ahahahaha~!" America laugh with his signature, though slightly obnoxious laugh, as he let go of his hands that were covering England's eyes to avoid getting his gut hit by his former caretaker's sharp elbow. "How didja know it was me, Iggy?"
England whirled around to glare spitefully at his former brother. "One! Don't call me that ridiculous nickname of yours and two; I already know it's you, git. Your pretty obvious to tell and plus only a child would do those childish things."
"Awhhh~ and I though I was good at it too! But admit it! I'm good at sneaking up on you, huh?" America grins despite his eyes flashed with an emotion at the mention of being a child. England scoffs at him obviously didn't notice the sudden brief flash of anger.
"It is not that, my mind was preoccupied with sudden matters that you don't need to know." England started to place his papers into his briefcase. Once finished he clasped the lock and started to head out already his mind making plans for today like finishing the remaining paperwork that he had or maybe having a nice good old cup of tea that would help calm his sudden nerves.
"Oh? And what kind of matter do you have?" America followed the Brit.
"Why the sudden interest?" England glanced at the Yank as he spoke in a dull tone.
America shrugs his shoulders. "No reason. Just curious."
"If you must know my magical part of my country is having troubles with their Magical Government." England grumbled when the American blankly stared at him when he mentioned the word 'magic.'
"Seriously man, do you really have a Magical Community? I thought you were joking."
"Of course you twat!" England growled at him. "If you had the Sight you would notice my faeries flying around my garden or my best friend, Flying Mint Bunny! But since you are a stupid, spoiled git, who couldn't help but want Independence from me when I gave you everything you wanted! You wouldn't even care to see the Magical World that I showed it to you when you were such an angel."
Ignoring the Independence part, America scratches his head trying to remember his previous mentor's words about being introduced by England's Magical Community.
"Which one is your Magical World again? I can't seem to remember…" America didn't need to hide his amuse smile when he saw the look of anger and irritation on his old mentor's face.
"You heartless prick! You tried to forget the wonderful things that I'd let you see into my Magical World?" England whirled around to face him, ready to punch him in the face for saying such cruel, heartless words.
America cruelly smiled at him, pissing off England more.
"When you were such an angel back then you love my Magical Community, especially Hogwarts." England tried to rein his temper down. "I even let you attend my school because you wanted to."
America hummed as he pretends to remember attending England's Magical School, Hogwarts. "Oh! You mean the one that has four animals that represent the Houses. Is that what you mean, Iggy?"
England twitches at the nickname but choose wisely to ignore it. "You remembered…"
"Ahahahaha~! Of course I remember old man. I would never forget my 'school years' learning magic. I think I was in the house of lions because I'm the hero!"
"Bloody Yank… messing with me, ay… I'll show you…" England darkly muttered under his breath as the American cocked his head to the side, looking so innocent while not noticing the dark aura that he emits.
"So what's wrong with your government-thingie?"
"The Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, started to ignore the signs of the upcoming rise of the Dark Lord, Voldemort." Glancing to see America blankly starring at him, England elaborates. "You wouldn't need to know who this Dark Lord is when it's pretty obvious to you what he is, America."
"He's the bad guy."
"Right-o, chap." England sarcastically said. "He's finding ways to be immortal if you must know he died thirteen years ago by a young lad name Harry Potter."
"So he wants revenge?"
"Yes, he wants to kill the savior of the Wizarding World. The man's goal in life is to destroy everything muggle related, meaning humans with no magic."
"Another Hitler then."
"Afraid so."
"Damn, Iggy what kind of people do you have there?"
"Shut up git! It's not the boy's fault for being mistreated when he was a lad."
And when he meant boy he meant Tom Riddle Jr.'s childhood.
That shut the American up. Every Nation has the ability to understand their citizens' life since the day they were born until the day they die. They knew everything of their lives, every detail of it. That's one of the skills for being a Nation and America understands that. That's how they come to learn and understand their people's lives.
"So what are you going to do, Iggy?"
"I'm already sending Scotland to Hogwarts. He and Albus, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, are going to talk about Harry's role in this war."
"You're letting a kid go into war?"
"I may not like it, America, he is after all a thirteen year old lad, but it's only him and no one else could end the war." England frowned as they both stopped outside from the UN building as they waited for their ride to arrive. "I want to have a word with Albus myself about his plans for there are some things about his ideas that I don't approve of… but since I'm too busy I don't have the opportunity to talk to him. That's why I'm sending Scotland."
The limousine arrives in front of them. America opens the door for him. "Well, it looks like our chat together is about to end."
England frowned, "Yes, it has."
America secretly smiled at his old mentor when he saw the look of concentration on his face as he comes to a decision. "America…"
"Don't mind if I do, England!" America shoved England inside causing him to yelp in surprise and outrage before entering the limousine himself. He closed the door, kicking the briefcase to the side before ordering the driver to head out to the airport.
"You git! I didn't tell you to come with me!"
"There's no need to, England! Ahahahaha~ I've known you long enough to know what you want."
"Ah~! L'amour." The Frenchman smirked inside the window as he watched the two blondes went into the limousine before heading off god-knows-where. The Frenchman couldn't help but over hear their conversation and with a curious noise he fetches his phone from his front pocket and dialed the numbers that he knew by heart.
"Papa, c'est quoi?" the Frenchman yelped when the voice spoke not from his phone but behind him.
"Ah~ my little Matthieu! Where did you come from, mon cher?" the Canadian sigh sadly as he pouts at his father-figure.
"I've been in the meeting all this time, papa." Canada held his polar bear tightly, obviously upset at his father-figure's forgetfulness.
France cringes inwardly at the look of disappointment in his child's eyes.
"Ah oui, oui, pardonnez-moi mon petit ours polaire." the Frenchman went to hugged his child in a fatherly way and not his usual l'amour self.
Canada smiled cutely at France before asking him. "So what do you need to call me for France?"
"Ah~! Yes! I heard mon petit lapin is having troubles with the Dark Lord!" France smiled mischievously at Canada. "Do you remember Hogwarts, Canada-dear?"
Seeing the look, Canada already knows that France is planning something to his other father-figure again. "Oui, I remember. I was in the same house as America."
"Then would you like to come with me and help our dear Angleterre?"
Worried, the Canadian look at France while holding his polar bear close, ignoring the 'who're you?' from his pet. "What's wrong with father, papa?"
"I'll explain to you along the way but first we need to go to England fast!" with a flourish the Frenchman went out the meeting room in order to pack his things for their flight. Canada followed, unwillingly if I say so, his father-figure wondering what is he up to and worried for England all the same time.
"What did I get myself into?" Canada muttered under his breath. His polar bear look up at him, confused. "Who're you?" it said and without missing a beat Canada said, "I'm Canada."
Summer slowly came to an end as Harry Potter, the-Boy-Who-Lived, petted his friend, Hedwig. He waited for his letter to arrive for he can't stand another minute living with his relative's home anymore. He sadly glanced at his window that was already placed with black bars making it look like he's in a prison cell.
"This is what you call child abuse." Harry said as he left Hedwig's cage to start packing his stuff in his trunk. He glanced at his homework which is unfinished. It was last year's work and he remember back when he was still a second year learning about the Chamber of Secrets and the monster that lives within.
"I met Voldemort." Harry remembered the face of his murder. "How can he look so handsome, a Perfect in his younger years grow up to become a monster?"
Harry hadn't thought about it but when he held the diary in his hands and started writing stuffs that he normally wouldn't tell to anyone, especially to his friends, he had seen the older teen as some-kind of mentor or older brother. He shook that feelings away forgetting that he almost killed Ginny Weasley.
"He was once human before, but not anymore." Harry sternly said to himself as he tore off his old homework to shreds.
Hedwig started to make noise feeling anxious all of a sudden.
"Hedwig, shh… you shouldn't make any noise. Uncle will be mad and I know you want to go out hunting but just wait a little more, okay?" Harry turned to his feathered friend reassuring her of a promised hunt.
Hedwig hooted at him before staying silent, her glowing yellow eyes watching him quietly.
"I wonder what it would be like living a life without the Dursleys." Harry mused to himself as he sat on his bed. He glanced at his clock that was old and a bit rusted seeing that it's almost midnight. Harry will be turning thirteen this year now. Any minute, Ron and Hermione's gift will arrive just a minute.
Harry was excited. He never had friends before, well not the ones that are reptilian or the ones that Duddly scared them off with or telling them lies how a freak he was. Sometimes he doesn't know how to act around his friends, thanks to his relatives' way on cutting whatever remaining social-skills that he had. So he wasn't sure if they like him as him or the boy who survived the killing curse. Why did he doubt their friendship? Maybe the lack of letters that was slowly becoming less and less or the news about having been invited by them becomes a lie?
Harry doesn't want that. He doesn't want to feel so insecure.
He glanced at the clock it's already twelve midnight. He checked at the window only to find the quite night empty with no owls. He felt his heart sink into his stomach.
Then he heard it.
Footsteps running quietly in his room but he could hear the small tap, tap on his wooden floor. Many footsteps so it couldn't be human. He glanced around his room, reaching instantly for his wand that he hid under his pillow. His room was dark but with a muttered lumos the tip of his wand glowed, lighting his room and to his surprise dozens of spiders roaming around his floor.
He cringed in disgust as one of the spiders started to walk pass his sock-feet. He brought his legs up, avoiding the insects from touching his legs as he glance around in confusion and bewilderment. Hedwig who had been quite spotted the eight-legged creatures crawling around her master's bed. She shriek trying to scare them but they paid no mind at her for the insects where too focus on going towards the boy on the bed.
"What's going on?" Harry was confused and a bit scared. The last time he saw this many spiders it was when he and Ron went to find Aragog and learned more about the Heir which it turns out it was Riddle-possessed Ginny.
Before he could question any further he was knocked unconscious by some unknown object. Harry collapsed on his bed giving the little spiders the chance to wrapped him around their web after they mummified him the spiders then proceed to gather little by little of Harry's belongings before dragging the body and his items out from the room. The spider that knocked him out with its poison slowly went for its wand. It twirled around it coating every inch of the stick with its silk-string web before dragging it along with its brothers and sisters.
Hedwig was becoming restless when she noticed the spiders kidnapped her boy. She made loud noises to try and attract her master's horrid kin but to no avail when the spiders started to come for her. Worried for her life the owl started to kill the spiders for daring to come to her cage. Without realizing it she was surrounded.
Hedwig started to fight more by flapping her wings some of the spiders flew away for being slapped by her wings while some cling to her biting her flesh to inject the same poison that the other spider gave to the boy. Instantly Hedwig felt weak and sleepy without long she too lost consciousness.
Slowly the spiders gathered everything before heading towards the small forest line and made their long journey. Few of the spiders glanced up to see three flying owls heading towards the Dursleys place only to find out that Harry Potter is no longer living there.
LoonyEC: Well that's it. I'll try to bring whatever remaining motivation that hasn't turn into dust and try to enjoy writing as much as I can. Cause I don't like it when I write something and I am not enjoying it at all. Wanna' start something different. This is based on the third book of Harry Potter, Prisoner of Azkaban. Comments or Criticisms it is find by me for I will gladly accept it happily with open arms.
Translation:
Oui- Yes
Mon cher-my dear
L'amour- Love
Angleterre- England
Papa, c'est quoi?- Papa, what is it?
Ah oui, oui, pardonnez-moi mon petit ours polaire- Ah yes, forgive me my little polar bear
mon petit lapin- my little rabbit