I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR HETALIA, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS.
The days flew by for Arthur as time passed day by day and he had still not received another meeting notification from Dumbledore. This slightly worried Arthur, but he could understand if Dumbledore realized that the meetings were going nowhere and decided to quit them all together. "That would regain my faith in the old fool." Arthur mumbled to himself, just as he heard a loud rapping on his study window.
Arthur went to unlock the window for the bird he supposed was outside his window, suprised at the sheer timing of the letter and his train of thoughts. As he had thought, once he opened the window the same bird from last time swooped in, knocking down a ink well that had been previously used by Arthur, spilling across the desk, soiling the fresh parchment laying on the desk. "Bird, I swear you have a death wish..." Arthur angrily murmured. The owl proudly ruffled it's feathers, before screeching when it got ink on a big chunk of its tail feathers..
"That's what you deserve." Arthur sneered at the owl, before reaching for the letter on its talon, before feeling slightly, only slightly bad for it and decided to wash it up after he read the letter.
He undid the seal on the letter, before sliding the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it. He was surprised to see that there was only one sentence written on the smooth parchment. Meet me in my office.
Arthur stared at the paper for a second, before creasing it and throwing it into the roaring fireplace. There was no room for chances.
Leaving the bird behind, he made his way out of the door. The hallways seemed even more barren then usual withthe only source or sound being the paintings idly chatting amongst themselves. His shadow danced its way across the thin beams of the staircase, jumping from beam to beam before turning the corner and continuing its dance. Arthur wiped a bead of sweat off his brow, making his way up the headmaster's staircase and stopping ib front of his office. He took one deep breath before walking up the final step and standing face to face with the headmaster's door way.
He tried opening the door, before realizing that the goblins were staring at him, almost expectant for him to do something. He berated himself for a quick moment before declaring the password, "Lemon drops." and watching the stone goblins spring to life, jumping out of his way. Arthur spent no more time and walked in, shutting the door behind him.
The first thing he saw as he walked into the door was Dumbledore sitting at his desk, his arms folded in front of himself. His face, usually in a serene expression, was curled into a worried, almost fearful expression, which shocked Arthur. He could see Dumbledore's pheonix, Fawkes, was perched on Dumbledore's shoulders, making gentle cooing noises in an obvious attempt to cheer his master up, but to no avail. No matter how Arthur looked at it, something was terribly wrong.
Dumbledore looked up from where he had been staring at Fawkes, looking at Arthur. "Arthur. I am afraid I have something I must tell you." He said, staring him directly in the eyes. He then sighed and prepared himself to speak.
"Last night, someone had breached the wards that I had put upon my chamber that I store my most important documents in." He waited for Arthur to let the information sink in before he continued. "Thankfully, every single document was untouched aside from one. The document relating to your status as a nation." Dumbledore waited for a relash that was never to come. Arthur stared Dumbledore directly in the eyes, his raw aura as a nation slowly seeping its way through the room, leaving Dumbledore breathless and with a feeling of inferiority and respect.
"Albus." Arthur started. "We havev known each other since the great war, so I will not doubt the strength of the wards protecting those papers. However, you can not let this information leak. Do you remember what happened all those years ago? If this leaks, it will be ten times worse. And I don't think I would be able to fix it. Do you understand?" Arthur slowly explained, emphasizing every word.
"Yes, I understand. However, the proper care must be given. We still do not know who put Harry's name into the goblet, and if I am correct, this may have been commited by the same individual." Dumbledore stated, earning a nod from Arthur as his aura died down.
"We must keep our eyes open if we are to keep this hidden." Arthur said.
"Yes, I will contact the other members of the staff to be alert." Dumbledore said.
"No. You will not contact or inform anyone else about this matter. We must keep this hidden. We must also meet immediately if we find anything possibly relating to this subject. So be it." Arthur said with authority.
"So be it." Dumbledore agreed. He got up out of his seat and made his way over to Arthur. He offered up his hand and Arthur firmly took it in his own, shaking hands. "So be it."
A single candle lit the dark, windowless room as it flickered, the shadows dancing around the small fire. A single person resided in this room, staring solemnly at the sheet of parchment. The stranger then slouched, sorrow clouding their mind as they clenched the pocketwatch that laid in their hand.
"Arthur," they whispered into the silence. "why must you be here now of all times?"
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