Arthur Kirkland did not think life should be too complicated. Sure as a nation he had more on his plate than the average fellow but, when he had time off and there were no meetings to hamstring him he liked to keep it simple. A cup of Earl Grey, a good book, a bathrobe and his favourite chair in his study all lead to, what the nation known as England perceived to be, an excellent beginning to a day.

It would not last.

Two dots of light, one green and the other pink darted into the room, flying about the bookcases without a care before hovering around the short sandy blonde's messy locks nestled in a massive plush green chair. England raised a titanic eyebrow at the pair in a curious gesture. His only response was a pair of tinkling giggles before the bobs of light flew back out of the room.

England's green eyes watched them go before the short nation shrugged off the encounter. "Faeries." He mumbled in a bemused manner before returning to his book in an attempt to forget the distraction. It was not the first time the imps had done something like that; it was in their fanciful nature after all and hardly as bothersome as others may have found it to be.

Ding Dong.

Arthur glanced up from his book curiously. Who on earth could be visiting him? He seemed to recall that Hong Kong had called and told him he was visiting, but had not specified a time. Or maybe he had. There had been something else his former colony had told him, but it was vague and seemed to drift away as he tried to grasp at it.

The ringing sound repeated and echoed through the house, prompting England to raise his head and look in the direction of his foyer.

England rose from his chair still in thought, slipping a bookmark to mark his place before setting the novel distractedly on a side table near his overly plush green chair. Striding out of his study, his bathrobe with the union jack emblazoned on the stitching swishing around him as he walked, he made his way towards the front door.

Pausing before the oak portal, he glanced at the top of the doorframe to notice two specks of light giggling uncontrollably from their perch above his head. England cocked his eyebrow a second time to the small pair.

"What?" He inquires to the small faeries, causing them to giggle all the harder. He stared at them a moment before shrugging, what could be so surprising that Hong Kong would have that would prompt such a reaction from the fey folk. The green eyed nation reached forward and turned the knob, a happy and welcoming smile on his face.

"Bonjour mon ami." Well so much for that happy feeling. Framed by the doorway was quite possibly the largest thorn in the side, and not a stick up his ass as America would say (or France suggest with wiggling eyebrows) for England.

Francis Bonnefoy, the nation of France with his wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, slight stubble, sinfully attractive face and blue casual suit with the jacket undone along with the top five buttons of his dress shirt revealing a toned chest.

The devil truly was attractive.

"What the hell are you doing here you bloody frog." England hissed, glaring at the other blonde spitefully while said Frenchman merely waved his hand dismissively, pulling a red rose from seemingly nowhere.

"Ah, mon cher, I have merely come to spread the message of amour-."

"I don't want it." England spat, attempting to look around the wavy haired blonde on his doorstep to ensure Hong Kong wouldn't see him with the perverse nation.

"But you are already dressed for it." France pointed out; raking his blue eyes over the bathrobe the other nation was currently wearing. England blushed fiercely at that and tightened the belt of the robe self-consciously.

"Shut up you damn frog, I was expecting company." The green eyed nation barked crossly as once again tried to look around the lithe frame of the Frenchman before him, only to have France move to block his view with each attempt, an extremely upsetting state for the poor Englishman forced to bear with the juvenile antics of the other nation. It becomes even more frustrating when the Frenchman wrapped his arms around the green eyed nations waist, squeezing his rear lightly.

"Hey!" England protested sharply before finally managing to look behind the other nation and at the entrance of his property, a metal gate flanked by hedges closing off his home from the neighbourhood. England's eyes grew to the size of saucers and his enlarged eyebrows shot up his forehead in horror as a young black haired boy came into view from the gate.

Hong Kong had arrived, flanked by two taller men that England really couldn't spare the moment to observe as he was still standing on his front porch, in a bathrobe, and in the arms of the most promiscuous nation in the world with his former colony unlocking the front gate.

"Get in here." England hissed, pulling the startled Frenchman into his home abruptly.

"Ah, mon amour, you could have just invited me in but, if you insi-."

"Shut up you bloody wanker." England hissed as he scanned the area, his green eyes alighting with an idea. "Into the closet." He barked, shoving France towards an open closet filled with coats and other knick knacks.

"Oho, eager aren't we." France mused as he was shoved into the dark confined space. "But I certainly am not complaining."

"Quiet you damn fool."

Slam.

Click.

"Hello?" France asked the dark space after a moment. When there was no answer, he attempted the doorknob only to find the wooden portal locked. "Hard to get eh?" France mused to himself, stroking his chin in thought. Now what was England so frustrated about that he did not merely throw him out as he usually did? Now curious, France pressed his ear to the door while his hand searched for a way to unlock the door.

Meanwhile, on the outside of the house Hong Kong steadily approached the front door, Canada marching beside him while Egypt fiddled with what appeared to be a sketchbook in his hands. Stopping on the porch, Canada turned to Egypt with a pleading look prompting the African nation to glance up and meet the violet gaze.

"Gupta, I know it might be a lot to ask but, well. PleasebenicetoEngland." Canada rushed the last part, almost afraid to have asked the other nation being well aware of the somewhat conflicted nature the Egyptian would feel in regards to seeing his former invader again.

Egypt stared into those pleading violet orbs for a moment before finally breaking their hold, nodding his head reluctantly to show his acceptance. Canada gave him a grateful smile before looking down to the sketch book the tanned nation held, desiring to find something sufficiently neutral to change the subject to.

"What are you drawing?" Egypt shrugged as though it was inconsequential before turning the sketch book over, revealing an attempt at drawing a person, which of course was in profile. "It's, nice." Egypt just shrugged again before turning the sheet back to facing him, beginning to glide a pencil over it once again.

Hong Kong turned from the scene with a slight roll of his eyes once he was facing away before raising his knuckles as high as he could and rapping them on the door.

His call was soon answered as the door flew open to reveal a somewhat flushed and nervous England.

"Ah, hello Hong Kong and," he looked up to see a pair smouldering green eyes glaring at him with such repressed rage that if looks could kill it would have done so at least five, no six times by now, "Egypt." England felt a slight shudder move through him at those orbs but stayed strong, turning his eyes to the third member of the group, looking at the hopeful gaze of an America look alike. England knew he knew him, but the name slipped his mind.

Glancing about as though heaven would supply some answer, it unexpectedly did as Egypt held up his sketchbook diagonally, a page flopping open to reveal in large print words 'This Is Canada' along with an arrow pointing at the previously unnamed nation. "Canada."

"You remembered." Canada declared, with a shocked expression.

"Ha, of course I remembered." England replied with a somewhat embarrassed flush, his hand rubbing the back of his messy blonde hair sheepishly. Hong Kong, while attention was focused away from him, rolled his eyes sarcastically at the Englishmen's comment.

There was an awkward silence as Canada and England waited for each other to say something. Hong Kong, growing sick of standing around pointlessly finally decided to interject.

"May we come in Arthur?" Said blonde visibly started, another slight blush of embarrassment sneaking across his face.

"Ah, yes, of course come in." England moved to the side, ushering them into his home while trying to ignore the way Egypt's glaring eyes never left him (even when he passed him he could feel those green eyes boring into him). Hurrying after the trio and shutting the door behind him, England clasped his hands together as he eyed the three nations in his home. "So, would you three like some... tea?" England asked, still somewhat flustered from the awkward moment on his porch prompting him to say the first thing that came to mind.

"Oh, sure that would be nice." Canada beamed to the other blonde. England nodded and turned, making his way into the kitchen while Canada put the three nation's suitcases and polar bear by the door, said bear not protesting being left out of the kitchen having a fair few unpleasant memories involving America sneaking him food off his plate after England had served breakfast. Kumijirou looked up, suddenly noticing his owner's absence.

"Where did he go?"

()()()

France smirked to himself as he pulled the other nation closer in the small confines of the closet. When he had heard his little Mathieu's voice he had been positively gleeful, no wonder England had locked him in the closet if France's sweet little Canadian was visiting. Waiting for the right moment had been painful but, when those quiet footsteps had approached the closet and England had declared he was departing France had acted, opening the closet and yanking the other nation into the dark confined space, shutting the door behind them.

"Ah, mon petit chaton, it is so good to have you in my arms again." He whispered to Canada. The other nation stiffened as France wrapped his arms around him, squeezing his rear flirtatiously. "Amour cannot wait; now let me see your face." France whispered as he reached up and pulled the light bulbs cord, enveloping the room in the warm glow of light.

And revealing a pair of smouldering green eyes beneath a keffiyeh and a single gold earring glittering in the newfound illumination of the light bulb, revealing the nation in France's grasp. France's smile fell from his face while his eyes widened in fear.

Egypt had been surprised when he had been yanked into the closet, but when he had heard the voice whispering to him in the dark and the arms snaking around him he had become furious. Not only was France, one of the nations he hated the most, groping him but he had done so under the impression he had been Canada.

After he had realised this, another thought occurred to Egypt. Canada had asked him to be nice to England, therefore the Canadian had no idea France was here. As such, Canada had not asked him to be nice to the second nation he despised and would be ignorant of any altercation involving the two.

France watched in horror as Egypt's arm slowly rose, hand wrapping around the lights pull string.

In a single swift motion, he pulled the string encasing them both once again in darkness.

()()()

"Hey, where did Egypt go?" Canada asked, glancing around the kitchen where he, Hong Kong and England were drinking tea. Hong Kong looked around before shrugging unconcerned. England cleared his throat awkwardly and set down his tea.

"Perhaps he didn't feel comfortable and went home." England informed them, trying not to let the small twinge of hope make its way into his voice.

"Oh..." Canada looks into his tea somewhat depressed. He wasn't entirely surprised, Egypt did not like England very much so he couldn't hold leaving against him, and nevertheless it did make the Canadian somewhat sad. Hong Kong reaches up from his seat and patted Canada's shoulder awkwardly.

"I'm sure he felt it was prudent as he was becoming increasingly unsuccessful in suppressing his urge to kill Arthur." There was silence in the kitchen as England and Canada stared at him in shock at the blunt remark. Canada, accustomed to such at this point was the first to recover and rapidly changed the subject.

"So, how are you Arthur?" England sipped his tea, not answering until he had deposited his cup back unto the saucer to answer.

"I've been well. You're blasted brother has been pestering me as usual-."

"Excuse me for a minute; I forgot something at the door." Hong Kong stated, rising from his chair.

"Oh, certainly lad, now where was I?"

"Alfred being an idiot." Canada stated with a light chuckle as his father figure began to get into a rant again.

Hong Kong left the kitchen started for the foyer with a furrowed brow, the only outward show of annoyance he permitted. He had hoped that merely letting England and Canada chat would have caused the other nation to recognize his northern brother with greater ease. However, after the affair at the front door he was beginning to doubt it would be so simple. He really wished that Egypt had not abandoned him at this time; he could have really used someone to bounce ideas off of (among other things, like a stapler).

As those thoughts crossed his mind, he turned the corner to the foyer only to see the nation in question step out of a hall closet, straightening his hat and robes-.

Was that blood?

Right, ignoring that he still needed to talk to the African nation about how to get England to be able to recognize Canada easily.

"Egypt, we need to deal with something."

Egypt gave a hum of acknowledgment to inform Hong Kong he was listening as he smoothed out his robes.

"We need to do something to make Arthur remember Canada." Egypt paused straightening his collar, looking at Hong Kong with interest. He then glanced to where their luggage was, an idea forming slowly in his mind. England believed in magic, therefore...

"Take Matthew and England out of the house for awhile, and leave the bear." Egypt stated, finishing straightening his collar before locking the closet and opening the front door.

"Who?" Both nations ignored the white ball of fluff, which huffed in annoyance and returned to chewing on Canada's bag's leather strap. Compared to what the creature had tasted in the home from past times he was in it, it was infinitely preferable.

"Why?" The tanned nation cast a confident gaze over Hong Kong before closing the door behind him. Hong Kong shook his head in annoyance before turning around and going back to the kitchen. It was easy to say 'get England out of the house' but in practice it was quite difficult as the Englishman would unlikely get completely dressed on his day off to go out unless he had a damn good reason.

Fortunately, Hong Kong had a plan. Though difficult to manage, if England was given the proper motivation then it was child's play and England could be easily motivated by one of two things. Liquor, and showing off his accomplishments.

As such, after Hong Kong had resumed his seat and England had paused in his rant to breathe that he broached the idea.

"Matthew."

"Yes Hong Kong?" Said Canadian asked curiously, wondering why (aside from the obvious) the other nation interrupted England's rant.

"I was perhaps wondering if you would like to visit the British Museum?" England positively beamed in happiness, even going so far as to ruffle Hong Kong's hair affectionately while Canada just gave a nod.

"Sure, would you like to too Arthur?"

"You mean 'as well' Matthew. I thought I taught you better than that." England admonished his former colony lightly, still too happy to have someone interested in his history.

"I'm sorry." Canada had a slight pinkish hue now in embarrassment but was waved off.

"Its fine, and of course lad. Just wait a tic and I'll grab something more appropriate." Hong Kong gave a light nod and England leapt to his feet, rushing off to change in a swirl of green clothes and for some reason swatting at his head while cursing the 'fey folk'.

"... Sooo, why the British Museum?" Canada finally inquired once he was sure they were both alone.

Hong Kong just shrugged. "It's something England would like, and its close enough to lunch that we could get something there, rather than let Arthur cook." Canada shivered lightly, wrapping his arms around himself as though attacked by a chill wind.

"Good thinking Hong Kong." Hong Kong nodded to the praise, secretly pleased that Canada did not know of the other reason they were going there.

He knew Egypt would not be caught dead in that place.

()()()

Egypt waited behind one of several trees in England's yard until the three nations left England's home, said Englishman and Canada talking animatedly while they strolled away and Hong Kong saying little preferring instead just to listen.

Once they had passed the gate and left, Egypt moved from around the tree and glided over to the front door closely followed by his loyal jackal. Opening it and afterwards removing the tape he had placed there to keep the door from actually closing when the trio had left he slipped into the house, shutting the door behind him.

Immediately, Egypt stared at the small white bear on the carpeted floor before him, the ursine still chewing on the suitcase strap from before.

Egypt squatted down and unzipped the Canadians bag while ignoring the slight growl from the bear, pulling out Canada's spare pair of glasses after a moment of searching. Turning them over in his hands until they flashed in the sunlight, the raven haired Egyptian nodded in acceptance before tucking the glasses into a pocket. Picking up the suitcase followed by the confused bear, Egypt headed further into the house, ignoring the bear's muttered questions.

Egypt felt the ends of his lips twitch slightly with the desire to smile, Anubis hopping around his feet in mimicry of his masters muted joy.

All according to plan.

()()()

The nation known as Japan slowly lifted a cup of tea to his lips before taking a small sip. With a satisfied sigh, he put the cup back down on the knee high table and crossed his hands over his lap contentedly.

Japan was currently in his home enjoying some tea, part of his daily ritual that made a wave of calm sweep over him pleasantly. The raven haired bowl cut nation closed his eyes contentedly and leaned back slightly into a more comfortable position.

This lasted until the shrill voice of his phone cut into the calm silence.

With a resigned sigh, Japan rose to his feet and padded over to the phone softly. Picking up the electronic, he brought it to his ear.

"Konichiwa, this is-."

"Kiku, thank god." Said Japanese nation felt his heart pound at the confident voice that sounded over the phone, recognizing it instantly.

"America-san, it is good to hear from you." Japan responded quickly to the nation on the other end of the phone.

"Of course it is, everyone wants to hear from their hero! Anyway, I need your help."

"Of course, I will help in any way I can." Japan did not waste a moment in answering the blonde American. He would do anything for his long time crush, a slight blush creeping across his features at the thought.

Japan wasn't sure when it had happened, only that it did. Maybe it was when the American had brazenly brought him out of his isolationism, maybe it was after the war when he had been so kind to the Japanese man even though they had been such bitter foes.

Maybe it was when Hong Kong paid him back for drawing those 'pictures' of Canada for France with a blow to the head.

It would also explain how he had forgotten his own name for a few days afterwards.

Regardless, all Japan knew was that he had fallen for the American and would do anything for the other nation, even if the blonde would never know exactly how much he cared for him. Japan did wish he could tell America, but he was just not able to.

To be blunt, he was afraid of what could happen. Rejection, acceptance, both had too many unknown possibilities for him to merely blunder through.

America would not be afraid to do so and maybe that was what Japan found so endearing about the other nation.

"Fantastic, thanks a lot Kiku. Listen, I need you to pick me up at Cuba's place." Japan was surprised by this; he knew the pair was not on the best of terms by any means.

"Of course Alfred-san. But, if I may ask, what are you doing there?"

"Mattie's been kidnapped by commies and I need to save him!" Japan turned his head away from the receiver and sighed slightly. It seemed America was playing hero again.

"What makes you think communists kidnapped Matthew-san?" Japan politely inquired.

"He was with some weird robed guy and that little Asian kid that hangs around with China." Japan slowly felt the colour drain from his face. Hong Kong was with Canada on a trip, meaning that the other Asian clearly had a purpose and plan and would be very annoyed with any sort of interruption to his task.

And America would no doubt try to interfere. Japan felt a shudder pass through him at that. Sure Hong Kong may look cute and cuddly, but he had seen what had happened to Korea after he had informed the young Asian of that particular opinion and promptly tried to cuddle Hong Kong affectionately.

His revenge had left Korea depressed for weeks and staying up for several days straight trying to recover what he had lost.

All of his saved games on his Xbox.

Shudder.

"Of course Alfred-san, I would be glad to aid you." If America wished to 'aid' Canada, then it behoved Japan to try and get the American to moderate himself, lest Hong Kong decide to do it for him with those firecrackers he always carried.

"Really, awesome. Ok, I'm at a hospital but I'm not sure where it is."

"Alfred-san, why are you in the hospital, did something happen?" Japan asked worriedly, instantly concerned for his crush's welfare.

"I just broke my leg, no worries."

"Alfred-san, you should be more careful." Japan admonished his concern evident in his tone.

"Ah I'm alright, but I need a lift so can you head over?" Japan sighed and shook his head in exasperation.

"Of course Alfred-san, I will be along soon."

"All right, thanks Kiku, I'll s-."

"Who the hell are you calling on the room phone?"

"Shut up Cuba, it's just Japan."

"What! That's the other side of the damn planet!"

"Relax, the hospital gets charged."

"It's my hospital you moron!"

"Oh bitch, bitch, bitch. Calm down."

"Hang up, now!"

"I don't have to."

"Do it!"

"Make me you communist sunuvabitch."

"Alfred-san, please don't antagonize Cuba." Japan pleaded with the blonde on the other end of the phone. He was really worried about exactly how far the blonde was going to push the Caribbean nation.

"Relax Kiku, he's a panzy."

"Oh that is it. Come here you whiny little -."

"Oops, gotta go, see you soon Kiku." Japan opened his mouth to answer only to have a dial tone sing through instead. With one last sigh, Japan hung the phone up and went to go pack a bag.

It looked like he was going on a trip.

()()()

"Well that was a jolly good time wouldn't you say boys." England declared enthusiastically, leaning back into the plush seat in the small cab of the train the three nations sat in.

"Yes, um, it was nice but, Arthur?" Canada began timidly, watching the scenery pass through a large window to his right, not daring to meet the Englishman's eyes.

"Yes?" The green eyed nation prompted, still grinning slightly.

"Well, did you really have to correct the tour guide every time he made a mistake?" Canada timidly asked as he turned away from the large square window depicting the English countryside passing by at a steady pace, the English countryside being mostly empty aside from the odd small group of trees and herds of sheep and as such made for a relaxing but rather dull experience.

"Of course lad, it's their bloody job to know these things." England huffed, crossing his arms irritably at being questioned.

"Ya, I know but did you have to keep going after he broke down crying and take the tour group yourself?" England gave him an incredulous look.

"Of course, they paid good money to learn my history and they deserve to know the accurate truth." Hong Kong gave the Englishman a look.

"Then why did you go on about King Arthur when we reached the sets of medieval armour?" Hong Kong inquired in his regular monotone, his expression blank as usual.

"I fail to see your point." England responded after a moment of silence.

"There is little evidence testament to his existence aside from the pause in Norman invasion at that period." Hong Kong responded.

"Well, that's evidence." England rebuked with a sniff. Hong Kong closed his eyes in mock acceptance while he rolled his eyes behind his eyelids. Honestly, he could see where Sealand got it from but at least England used evidence regardless of the suspicious nature of it.

"That's all well and good but why did you drag us to Stonehenge?" Hong Kong asked, finally voicing the question that had been bugging the pair of former colonies during the escapade. Hong Kong knew Canada would just say that it didn't matter, he had enjoyed it but dammit Hong Kong was curious.

"Because it's an important part of my history." England responded, sounding somewhat affronted by the question.

"But the whole time we were there you kept talking about faeries and Merlin." Canada mentioned quietly, giving a shy smile to try and soften the question.

"What's your point?" England demanded with a scowl, effectively causing the Canadians smile to wither and die.

"Nothing, nothing." Canada immediately defended. England just watched him for a moment before nodding slowly. Canada sighed in relief and turned back to watch the scenery pass by, secure in the diffusing of the situation that was developing. A comfortable silence descending on the group as the peaceful scenery and steady rhythm of the train in motion eliminated the need for pointless small talk to fill the space.

This was interrupted when the cab door was pulled open and the head of a messy black haired boy with round glasses poked his head in. In one hand he carried a large cage with a snow white owl inside while a small scar the shape of a lightning bolt was etched on his forehead, his other hand holding the door open while the four individuals examined each other in surprise.

"Um, excuse me. Have any of you seen a red head with freckles with a rat and a girl with really messy brown hair come by here? They would be wearing the same uniform as me." He added, taking his hand off the door and sweeping it down his black robes with a griffon crest stitched unto the breast.

"Um, no we haven't. Sorry." Canada answered as both him and the boy pushing their round framed glasses back up their nose as they had slipped slightly during their conversation.

"Oh, alright thank you anyway."

"Who." The snowy owl commented.

"Canada." Was the automatic response from the wavy haired blonde before his hand shot up to his mouth in shock at the look of confusion on the black haired boy's face. "Heh, sorry force of habit." Canada quickly said, trying to wave off the unspoken question.

"... Oh, ok then. Goodbye. Sorry about Hedwig." The black hair boy responded, closing the door and exiting with a slight wave goodbye after the apology.

The three nations in the cab remained in silence for several minutes after the intrusion and exit of the strange boy.

"He was odd." Hong Kong noted stoically. "Why did he have an owl?" Canada thought of pointing out that he had a polar bear that spoke and Hong Kong occasionally carried around a small panda, but decided against it.

"Well, he was nice." Canada responded instead, giving a slight smile to Hong Kong. Hong Kong just shrugged it off.

"Of course he was nice; he was a proper English gentleman." England interjected, nodding to himself in a satisfied way. "And such brilliant fashion sense too." There was a slight pause between the three where Canada and Hong Kong turned to each other expectantly before the Asian held up an open hand and began to countdown with his fingers.

5

4

3

2

1

"I wonder where he bought those robes..." The pair sighed quietly and watched as England exited their cab before rushing off in the direction the strange boy had gone, leaving Canada and Hong Kong alone.

"... So, do we go after him?" Canada inquired after a moment.

"I wouldn't, he'll be back after he grows tired of his mint coloured bunny." Hong Kong responded neutrally. Canada sighed before rising to his feet and stalking towards the door. "Where are you going?"

"To keep Arthur from being committed to the psych ward."

Translation time, yay.

Bonjour mon ami: Hello my friend.

Mon amour: My love

Mon petit chaton: My little kitten

I went to England once on this trip through a travel agency. It was nice but I didn't get to go see a lot of the things I wanted to because they had this whole planned schedule thing that was a huge piss off. I mean, I got to go see Stonehenge and the Royal British Museum (which was great) but my room during the trip was awful. I had to share this tiny freaking hotel room with two other guys, the bed was in essence a cement slab and the bathroom had no lock on it, just some sliding door thing.

And I didn't get to go see Spamalot (sob).

Charles: Quit you're bitching; you went to go see the Lord of the Rings play.

True and they did have a trippy stage. So, this chapter essentially introduces Arthur and Kiku into it and I also changed the summary since I thought of new to add to this story, which is not irregular as originally this was going to be more like three different stories, one for west Europe, one for east and one for Asia but I got over that and decided to simplify it.

That aside, I do not own Hetalia, or Harry Potter I guess and it would mean a lot if you could drop a review to help me get off my pretentious ass and write more.