A bit of something

Alfred was brewing an extremely potent potion when Jacob came flying in through the window above him.

The eagle landed on Alfred's wrist which he quickly stretched out, while carefully pouring a green substance into his cauldron. The other students jumped a little when Jake made his presence noticed.

"Oh, hi Jake!" The bird pushed his leg forward showing an envelop with a red maple leaf seal. Alfred took the letter and read it. He immediately left the room and with the eagle following behind, ran to the hospital wing.

"I'm here!" He shouted, slamming the doors open and panting. Jacob flew in the room and landed on Mattie's shoulder. America came in and asked, "How is he?"

"Don't worry; he's just unconscious, Al."

"Whew, that's a relief." He then took a chair and sat next to his brother, watching the sleeping teen. "By the way, when did you get here?"

Alfred asked turning his head in Canada's direction.

"I had a free period, and I decided to help with the herbs in hospital. When I came in Arthur was being placed in the bed, so I asked what happened and they said that he had gone missing since this morning, and that they had found him in the forbidden forest."

"Mhm… What?"
"Did you listen to the things I was talking aboot?"
"Dude, why are you talking about boots? Anyway, what happened?"

"Iggy had gone missing, they found him in the forest unconscious and brought him here, and- would you stop looking at that butterfly?"

"I can't help it dude, that thing is so colorful and weird. I can't take my eyes off of it." America tilted his head up, as the butterfly flew over his head.

Jacob flapped his wings and chased after the butterfly, and ended up swallowing the creature.

"Jake!" Cried Al, looking at his bird.

He turned his attention to the blond teen who stirred a bit, but then became calm. Alfred stretched his arm forward and stroked the Brit's hair.

"He looks so calm." He said more to himself, but Matthew heard it anyway.

They sat at Arthur's bed in silence, when Matt perked up. "Alfred, what time does the clock ay it is?"

"Umm, 3 p.m. Why?"

"Oh, no! I'm gonna be late!" He said standing up from his seat and looking for Kumajirou.

"Late, for what?"

Canada paused a moment and became red in the face. "Nothing important."

He answered, picking his bear from under an empty bed.

"It has to be important, or else you wouldn't be blushing. And since I'm your older brother I demand to know!"

"You might be older, but I'm taller." Said the Canadian with a grin.

"Only 0.5 centimeters!" Alfred said pouting. (America pouts a lot.)

"Yep. So I'm still taller, eh!"
"Where are you going?"
"You don't need to know."

"Matthew Williams!" America said in a mother-like tone. Matt shivered and murmured something under his breath.

"What?" Canada murmured again a bit louder.

"Dude, I can't hear you."
"I have a date!"

"With who?" The teen immediately jumped up from his seat and ran to his blushing brother.

"Prussia." Matthew said gaining a crimson pink color on his cheeks.

Alfred stepped back and whistled.

"Dude, way to go!" He then slammed is arm on Canadas back and laughed.

"Well, anyway I have to go." He said and left the room.

Alfred wished him good luck and went back to his seat. He looked at England with longing blue eyes and took his arm holding it tight.

"Would you go on a date with me someday?" He asked quietly staring at the blonde's face.

America slowly leaned forward and kissed Arthur's forehead. He stirred a little and Al quickly pulled back.

Dumbledore came in, in a rushed manner and made his way to England's bed. He paused a bit as he saw Alfred sleeping on Arthur's arm. Dumbledore made a quick wave with his hand and levitated Alfred to the bed next to Arthur.

He sat next to the messy blond haired nation and concentrating his magical energy started using Legilimency. He had thought that maybe unconscious the boy won't be able to use Occlumency, but his hypothesis turned out to be wrong.

Arthur's shield was so strong that it made Dumbledore have a major headache.

Dumbie stopped and clutched his head in pain.

After a short break the professor took his wand and pulled out one last memory string from Arthur's head, but instead of the string being a beautiful silver it was a deep black. He stared at the dark string for a bit and placed it in a small glass bottle.

Later that night, Dumbledore poured Arthur's memory into his Pensive and pushed his head in the black substance.

The elderly man saw Arthur walking in the forest, talking to some unicorns and faes. The boy stopped for a moment and ran towards a bleeding unicorn. The other horses followed him, but the fairies flew away to hide in a tree. Arthur sat next to the wounded creature and gently stroked it's face.

Dumbledore thought it strange that the creatures were following the teen, then they usually avoided people and didn't let them go near the injured ones.

Arthur took out a little pocket-knife and cut his finger. He let a few droplets of blood drip in the unicorn's wound and placed his forehead against the creature's. Light started shining and the wound slowly closed up. Arthur pulled back and smiled at the critter. The unicorn stood up and bowed to England who bowed back.

Then Artie's eyes became a beautiful shade of crimson for a moment and then turned back to green. The horse's fur turned the same color of crimson and from it's back sprout a large pair of crimson wings.

Dumbledore watched astound at the new breed of the unicorn as it stretched its wings and stood on its back feet. Arthur laughed gently when the creature scurried a little. He then took the knife from the ground and cut both his index fingers.

The crimson horse walked over to the boy and lowered its head to level their eyes. Arthur drew a circle with the Devil's symbol in it on the unicorn's forehead and did the same on his own forehead at the same time chanting something even Dumbledore couldn't understand. Once he finished the pentagram it disappeared.

"So, what's your name?" Suddenly asked Arthur patting the magical animal. The horse whinnied, tapped the ground with it's hooves and bowed his head up and down a bit. "Oh, that's a beautiful name – Alice, can I call you that?"

The creature nodded and Arthur smiled.

"Well then, it is a pleasure to meet you, Alice." He said a patted Alice's head a bit more.

Then the unicorn became nervous and furiously tapped it's hooves in the ground.

"What's wrong Alice?" The horse made some sound and started viciously flapping her wings. Arthur turned his attention to a nearby bush and pointed his wand at it.

"Come out!" He ordered in a cold tone. From the bush came out a young male in his teen age. Dark, till neck long hair, pale skin and Gaia eyes, dressed in a long dark cloak.

"Tom Riddle?" Exclaimed the Brit, motioning for the horse to back away. "Why are you alive, I killed you!"

"Why so mad Arthur, didn't we use to be friends?"
"That was before you turned against me. Why did you come back from where I send you?'"
"You mean Italy? Ah yes, a wonderful place, many interesting people and unpeople, if you know what I mean."
"It was you? You turned them against me and my people?"

"Oh no, no, no, you got it all wrong. I was nearly raising them." Arthur gritted his teeth, he had pointed his wand at Tom and the star had began to glow.

"How old?"
"I'd say about 5, 6."
"How dare you influence children, especially so young!"
"Relax Arthur, I didn't do anything to harm them, they had already lost their way. I was nearly the one to whom they could talk to."

"What else did you do?" Arthur was clenching his wand so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Well I did talk to Francis about some revolutionary ideas."
"What? So it was because of you, you told Francis all those things so he could provoke Alfred?"
"Not just Francis, Toni too and Gilbert as well. I got to say that if Gil hadn't taught them to fight they would have never won against you."

"You monster."
"I'm a monster? Aren't you one to talk?"

"Shut up." He said quietly.

"I mean surely someone with such powers as you could be called a monster."

"Shut up." A bit louder.

"Having immortality, not to mention the power of killing thousands without any emotions, what was it Francis called it… War mode?" Tom smirked.

"SHUT THE HELL UUUP!" Arthur screamed out and the sky turned black. The wind became wilder and it started raining.

Alice flapped her wings and flew away to a safer place. The rest of the unicorns backed away behind the furious teen. Tom just stood there watching in glee as England released his power.

"Francis also motioned a fact about your wishing problem."

Arthur became still and the wind stopped, only the rain drizzled. "You wouldn't dare!"

"I wish that you would destroy the area in 500 meter radius and take a long nap." England growled at the statement and clenched his chest. He fell to his knees bending over as wings started growing from his back and a golden halo appeared floating on his head.

"Well, aren't you a cute angel?"

Dumbledore was back in his office.

He walked around the room trying to figure out what he had seen when a nock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. "Who's there?"

"It's me professor." Said an old lady's voice.

"Professor McGonagall? Come in." The witch did so and brought a sweating and terrified Harry in.

"What's wrong?"

Harry explained that he had seen a dream where he was in the ministry tormenting Arthur Weasley. Dumbledore immediately sent Harry to Severus and thus Harry's 'lessons' began.