I used the translator for Scotland and Northern Ireland accents, so I may be wrong. I can't find one for Wales though, only the language. Also, I'm not British, only trying to do a British accent, so forgive me if it's not correct. English is not my first language. Also, I tried to get other countries accents, but I apologize if I'm not very good with it.
This chapter may be a bit confusing and there's a lot of conversations in it. I will be using both humans and country names.
Declaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Narnia, or any other anime/manga and book works mentioned.
Chapter 12: The World Meeting
Arthur walked into the meeting room and looked around. Finally, his eyes landed on the two Baltics standing together in one corner of the room, Latvia shaking because of Belarus, who stood over him with a mad look in her eyes and one of her knives in her hand. Arthur debated with himself on weather he should approach them or not and decided it'd be best he wait for the break or after the meeting.
Arthur took a seat and his tea was brought to him. He thanked the maid, who blushed and moved away back to her position again. Arthur's face turned serious as he took a sip of his tea, thinking back to what had happened on September 2nd.
Arthur had been in the kitchen than, cutting up some vegetables when he saw it; the image of Peter being insulted and run out of the great hall, tears in his eyes. It broke Arthur's heart a little and he found he had cute himself. Michelle became a little worried, but Arthur brushed it off and left the room so that Michelle wouldn't know, but she ended up knowing anyways, that it was about Peter.
Arthur had actually been keeping an eye out on the children, sometimes slipping in and watching them. He had seen them on the train, and was happy that they were getting along with Harry Potter. But he stopped looking after Peter started talking about families though, as he had work to do. But now and again, during breaks or when he has time, Arthur does look.
And that morning, he wasn't, but the pain came anyways, because it was Peter.
Dylan had came over and asked him if something was wrong and Dylan being Dylan, asked if Arthur was going to do something about it. Arthur had said that he wouldn't unless Peter asked him for help and that was when Michelle found out.
Than there was also the meeting with Von and the fact that Draco was looking into their family history now. It seemed that Arthur would have to deal with this himself, should Lucius Malfoy stepped too far out of line.
"Bonjour Angleterre." Arthur was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt pressure on his shoulder and glanced down to find someone's arm there. "Tu as un air terrible (you look terrible). Qu'est ce qui ne va pas (what's wrong)? Vous pouvez dire grand frere (you can tell big brother)."
"Get off of me, France," said England grumpily. "There's nothing wrong with me! And even if there was, I don't need to tell you. And speak English, you bloody Frog, I don't understand what you're saying. Or if you could, at least speak the native tong of the land you're in, you tosser!"
And they once again started a round of bickering back and froth about language, which then turned into a different topic. It lasted until America and China got the two off each other. By than, England's face was red and he looked like he wanted to crush France and France didn't look any better, but at least he was smirking, knowing that he'd managed to get England out of whatever worries he'd been in.
"All right, take your seats," said Germany. "And let's began, everyvone. Japan, if you vould please start us off."
Japan nodded from his place at the head of the table, thanked Germany, and began his speech.
"Wait," said America. "Where's Russia?"
Ah, England had been expecting this.
"Where is that Commie Bastard. Don't tell me he's-"
"Actually," Latvia raised his hand up from his seat, looking shy. "Mr. Russia has been missing for about a month now. And no one has been able to find him."
"What?" said America, standing up. "He's gone?! What is that Commie Bastard up to now? We have to find him guys!"
Arthur sighed and said, "Calm down, America. Russia is not planning anything evil. If anything, his current predicaments is a bit worry some, in my opinion."
"What are you talking about, Iggy? This is the Commie Bastard we're talking about! He's always planning something evil!"
"Big Brother is not evil," said Belarus, her knife out. "But I also want to find him as well." She laughed evilly.
"Really America?" said England. "The Soviet Union is falling, and you still think Russia is planning something?"
"Yeah! You never know with that guy, Iggy!" said America.
Arthur sighed. "Russia is fine, America. He's just… not able to come, at current, because he is doing a job for me. That is all." He turned to Latvia and Estonia. "Also, can I ask you two to send Russia's work to me? I can give it to him to complete and send it back later."
Latvia nodded, shaking a bit in fright while Estonia just stared at the once great empire who was still feared by others, even to this day.
"So wait, you know where Russia is, Iggy?"
"Well, yes. At current, he is in my country-"
"What did you do to Big Brother?" Belarus had made her way over from her seat next to Ukraine and was now holding England up by his front shirt collar, her knife to his throat.
Arthur glanced over to the teacup in his hand, hoping it would not spill any of it's content, before looking back at Belarus.
"Hey, Belarus," said America, a frown on his face as he stared at the knife at Arthur's throat. "Let him go."
Belarus glared at him. "You stay out of this, America," she ordered, and turned back to England. "Now, tell me. Where is Big Brother, exactly?"
"…" Arthur was silent.
Prussia laughed from his place next to Germany and everyone looked at him.
"What are you laughing at, Prussia?" asked America.
"Nozing," said Prussia. "It's nozing." He whipped away his tears. "Anyvays Belarus. I zink you should let go of England, ja? He's not going to tell you anyzing. He can't even if you kill him." He laughed some more.
Arthur narrowed his eyes at the Prussian just as Belarus let him down and walked over to Prussia. She pointed her knife at him this time, her eyes narrowed and Gilbert stopped laughing. Ludwig stood up, worried.
"And what do you know, Prussia?" she asked.
Prussia and England met eyes before Prussia shifted his gaze back to Belarus. He smirked. "I know zat Russia is fine and zat he is probably having fun right now. Right, England?"
Arthur sat up and repositioned his tie. "I wouldn't really call babysitting fun." Prussia snorted and Arthur glanced at him, one of his eyebrow raised. "But since Ivan finds joy in Alistair beating Peter up, than I guess he is having fun," he said.
"Quoi? Alistair fait quoi pour mon petit Pierre (Alistair is doing what to my little Peter)?" France shouted, standing up and looking worried.
"He's not yours, France!" England shouted. "And it's Peter! Say it right, you bloody beard-bastard!"
"Oui il l'est (yes he is)," said France. "Ou avez-vous oublie ce qui est arrive en 1956, Angleterre (or have you forgotten what happened in 1956, England)?"
Arthur stood up, looking quite red with anger. "Nothing happened between us you stupid Frog!" he yelled.
"Non. Je crois me souviendrai de vous dans une robe de mariee et de nous embras- (no. I seem to remember you in a wedding dress and us kis-)"
"You forced dragged me there using Michelle and Dylan! And I never signed the damned paper, which I ripped up, nor did I even get to say 'I do', so it does not count! Besides, I left with Michelle and Dylan after I ripped the paper in your face, and we didn't even meet much after that!"
And the two got into another struggle while off to the side, America was questioning if Sealand really was the child of France and England, and then began questioning about himself and the other guy whom he couldn't remember the name of. Japan tried to help him and China just shook his head, talking about how he didn't get Europeans and their ways and than said something about what England did to Hong Kong. Belarus was still trying to get answers out of Prussia while the Baltics and Ukraine tried to get her off. Switzerland and Liechtenstein just sat there, Swiss with his gun close by in case anyone tries to get to close to his sister and than he soon started arguing with Austria while Hungary beat up Prussia with Belarus. Italy was just saying something about pasta and waving his white flag around while Romano demanded more tomatoes from Spain so he could throw them at the others. By than, most of the European countries were fighting while most of the Asian and African countries watched, with the African countries soon joining. All in all, it was a big mess.
"QUITE!" Germany had slammed his hands down on the table to get everyone's attention. His face was red and he annoyed. Germany sighed and tried to keep calm. "I zink zat we should all take a break and come back later, ja? It's about time for lunch anyvay."
Everyone slowly agreed to that and walked out of the messy room, some apologizing to Japan for the mess they've created.
England sat in one of the couches outside the meeting room, sipping tea all by himself to calm himself down from what had happened in the dinning room (they all went to eat something together and England got angry with America, so decided to excuse himself from the room before another blow could take place) when he felt someone come up behind him.
He opened his eyes, his teacup held up midway, and glanced toward the intruder.
"What do you want, Prussia?" he asked.
"Hey, I'm vas just going to sit, geez," said Prussia. "Is marriage to Francy really zat bad?"
Arthur glared at him. "I told you-"
"Ja. I know, I know. Anyvays, how's it been since ve've last seen each ozer?"
"What's with this sudden change of attitude, Prussia?" asked Arthur, his eyes narrowed. "You don't usually come to me."
Prussia laughed. "I sometimes vounder if you sent me over to Russia vizout knowing vat vould happen to me or not," he said.
"No one knew what would happen to you, Prussia," said England. "Not even I." Arthur took a sip of his tea.
"Ja. And yet, you saved me despite our relationship," said Prussia. He watched as England refused to meet eyes with him, instead he looked down at his tea. "Despite everyzing, you still saved me and Lutz."
"Think nothing of it, Prussia," said England, looking toward the window. "What happened at the end of World War I was only a spur of the moment. And besides, there was still land left over and your people still lived. As for Germany, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't do anything."
"Really?" he asked, watching as England got up and went over to the window, where a brown owl with a letter in its claws was. "Do you veally not know vat I'm talking about, Arzur? Surely you're not zat much of an idiot, are you? You knew he needed me and zat I needed him. Zat's vy you saved him from France and kept him save until I could come get him."
Arthur froze, letter in hand as Lancelot flew off to Arthur's hotel room. "I don't know what you're talking about, Prussia," he said, looking down at the two letters; one from Ivan and the other from Peter. "Why would I do something like that? I hate France and wish to have nothing to do with him. And I wasn't even close with you or Germany than. Now if you'll excuse me." He turned around, "I have to talk with Latvia and Estonia about Russia's paperwork."
"Because you knew how much Lutz means to me, Arzur," Prussia said just as England walked by. "You knew that I vould sell my soul avay for Lutz's happiness. You knew vat I did to save Lutz back zen."
Arthur stopped beside Prussia. "... Are you talking about Holy Rome?" he whispered.
"Holy Rome, Germany, Ludwig Beilschmidt, I'm talking about both of zem Arzur!" said Prussia.
Arthur's eyes widened.
"My time in ze Soviet Union did me vonders you know," Prussia continued, seeing that Arthur was not going to say anything. "It vas similar. My time vith Ivan… My life vith the Church and zen Ludvig… My betrayal, my sin, and my meeting vith you. Do you remember it, Arzur? Do you remember how we met zee first time?"
Of course he remembered how England and Prussia first met. Back then, meetings were always, if not most of the time, done through wars, treaties and alliances, or vive other countries. And that was exactly how they met. But if he was talking about Arthur's first meeting with Gilbert…
"It vas raining zat day," said Prussia. "Ze day I knocked on your front door, soaked and carrying a blonde baby in my arms."
Arthur's eyes widened. "Oh My Lord," he whispered.
Gilbert smirked. "I knew it." He walked over to Arthur. "Zat is a letter from Ivan, ja?"
"Yeah," said Arthur.
"So he is zere? At zat castle up in Scotland?" Arthur looked at him, shocked. "Vat vas the name…? Hog… Hogs… Hog somezing."
"Hogwarts," said Arthur. "And how did you know about it anyways?"
Gilbert smiled. "Vat? I vas vonce a Teutonic Knight, you know. Like you with ze Anglican Church-"
"Don't remind me," Arthur glared sharply at him.
Gilbert smirked at Arthur's dark face. "Anyvay, who do you zink takes care of ze magical side of Germany, or better yet, ze Germanic countries hah? Ze reason I'm still alive! And I know you take care of ze British Isles and ze New Vorld's magical side, ja?"
"Well," said Arthur. "I only keep an eye on the British and mangled in with the New World a little. Besides, I don't really need to worry about the New World. Since that's where most of the 13 and their Guilds are. Your Leader is in New Orleans, you know. And Canada has Lord Lucien, since he's in Manhattan, New York."
"Ja," said Gilbert. "New Orleans is down at ze bottom, ja? I don't have to see Lucas if I visit Canada, ja?"
Arthur looked at him strangely. "What are you, scared of him? He already took your soul, Gilbert, what can be worse?"
"TI vith him?"
"Oh."
"By ze vay, vat did Alistair ask you in return for-"
"Hey Iggy, Prussia! Let's go, dudes!" America called over. "We got a new room now! Come on!"
Gilbert and Arthur looked at each other. "A favore he has yet to collect, and one that I fear." Arthur's face turned grim as he answered Gilbert's unfinished question. "Meet you in my room later tonight?" asked Arthur, fingering the letters.
Gilbert smirked. "You know Arzur, just because I like-"
"I'm married, you Kurt!" Arthur whispered. "Happily married and devoted!"
"Ja, ja. I know. So am I. So, catch up zan?" said Gilbert.
"Yes, and don't be late." Arthur startled walking toward the personification of America, his face morphed into one of anger.
"Don't call me that, you bloody wanker! My name is Arthur!"
Arthur returned to his room and turned on the lights. In the end, the meeting went all the way to nightfall and not many things got done because of too many interruptions. After the meeting, Arthur ended up being dragged by France and America off to have dinner together with the others. They ended up going out to a Japanese restaurant that Arthur quite enjoyed, but did not like how he almost got manhandled by France, Denmark, and America into drinking with them. Arthur had to resist with all his might and in the end he came out somewhat sober. But because he was one of the people who were sober, he had to drag the drunks back to their rooms. And he had to take France and Spain! Will, at least Gilbert and Canada was sober with him. Not that he could freely acknowledge Canada's existence without Gilbert's help though.
Arthur was about to sit when the doorbell rang and he went to get it. It was Gilbert.
"Hey," said Gilbert, coming in.
"I'm surprise you're sober," smirked Arthur, closing the door.
"Well, I'm surprised you're not asking if you're Catholic or Protestant yet." He sat down on the couch.
Arthur narrowed his eyes at him. "I can burn the alcohol down when I need to. At any rate, no one saw you, yes?" he asked.
"Well, unless you count Birdie and a few mortals, zan no. No one saw me. Lutz's too drunk to notice I've slipped out and zee others are back in zeir rooms."
"Speaking of Matthew," said Arthur, stepping closer to Gilbert and Gilbert suddenly found the tip of a shining and glittering red, gold, and silver sword pointed at his throat.
"Now Arzur…" he sweated.
"I'm warning you now, Kurt," said Arthur, a deadly sweet smile on his face, but his eyes was shadowed and murderous. "Hurt my little Mattie and I'll make your time with Ivan seem like Heaven, yes?"
"Er- vich time are vee-" Arthur's sword got closer to his neck, causing Gilbert to move back.
"The time he was still mad at you for your betrayal, and the time he enslaved you in the Soviet Union," said Arthur.
"… Harsh, Arzur," said Gilbert.
"Shut up, Kurt. You've never been a father before."
Gilbert shrugged. "Zat is true… But I zink taking care of Lutz can count, ja? Even though vee are not really related by birth..." He looked a little sad thinking back on the memories.
"Ever plan on telling him?"
"Nein. I'll have him figure it out. He vas pretty close last time. Anyvay, unlike you, I actually let him-"
"That's because you're not him and I'm not you, Gilbert," interrupted Arthur. "If it was someone else, it would be different, but this is you we are talking about here, Kurt. You and my little Matthew. So of course I have to do this."
"It's not like you and Michelle are his actual parents anyvays." Gilbert's eyes trailed downward.
"Yes, but we did raise him along with Alfred. And he's also related to Michelle through that... Frog. Besides, it's the least I could to repent for my crimes against his parents."
Gilbert looked up. "Or more importantly, his mother, ja?"
Arthur glared at him. "Don't take things too far, Gilbert. You're supposed to disappear soon."
"Ja. I know," said Gilbert, carelessly waving the sword away. "Zat is vy I don't know if I should get close to him or not."
"Er-" Arthur lossed his grip. "I'm spilt too, so I'll just leave this to you to figure out. But if you ever-" He reinforced his grip on the sward, his glare returning full force.
"Calm down, Arzur," said Gilbert. "Man, I haven't even done anyzing yet. And I'm pretty sure vee already vent through zis before, in the past, ja?"
"Yes," said Arthur, backing off. "Imagine my shock then." His sword disappeared in his hand as he lowered it.
"Shock?" laughed Gilbert. "Shock? Oh no, you vere down right furious! It took Lucas holding you back and Jack calming you down to get you to listen. And zat's two Leaders Arzur!"
"What can I say," shrugged Arthur, grabbing the mail. "Father's instinct. And besides, I'm a lion. You really expect me to not roar?" He opened the red seal on the crimson letter and read the content written in blue.
"Zere is two of zem," said Gilbert, grabbing the one on the table. "And zis one, I know, is from Ivan, so vo's ze ozer one?"
Arthur sighed. "Peter's," he said, finished with reading the letter.
"Oh," said Gilbert. "You sent him zere too?"
"Just to get him out of my hair for a little while. And Kenric also left me with three of his new members to train as well. Abrupt, they are, or should it be were?, of British blood."
"Vere?"
"They were resurrected."
"I sought only Lucas does zat!"
"Apparently it runs in the family, because his older brother does it too. And if I remember correctly, so does his uncle and... practically all the 13 leaders."
"Ja. So, vat does zee letter say?"
"Nothing of importance," said Arthur, throwing Peter's letter away and going to sit next to Gilbert. "I just need to send him a football and notes for History of Magic. Remind me that I need a new teacher for that subject. Or at least, teach them to the kids over the summer. Ahh, so busy... Let's see Ivan's then." He took the letter out of Gilbert's hand and both of them began to read it.
"Draco?! Draco and his two trusted men are zere too?!" said Gilbert. "Zat practically emotionless Lord Draco, zee Black Wizard?"
"Draco has not always been emotionless," said Arthur. "Or so Lady Tomoyo told me. He apparently lost his heart the day his wife dead. Or something like that."
"Harsh," said Gilbert. "No vonder zee both of you get along so vell." Gilbert looked to Arthur and smirked at the face he was making.
"From the way he's writing this, it doesn't seem Ivan suspects anything…"
"Suspects anyzing…?" said Gilbert, turning to Arthur. "Vat more secrets are you hiding, Arzur?"
"Well, it's not really mine, per-say, but… There's some English blood in there, and they do live in England, at present, however..." said Arthur. "So Vlad knows it too, does he…? Ahh." Arthur threw his head back. "I need a cup of tea. Gilbert?"
Gilbert got up. "Ja, ja," he said, getting up. "I vill try my best. It's been a long time, so don't expect too much." He walked over to the kitchen. "But in my opinion, I zink beer or firewhiskey would do better."
"Too bad, I don't have any!" Arthur shouted. "But if you really want some, then go to a pub or find Alistair!"
"I might take you up on that," Gilbert replied.
"Just don't destroy my city or cause too much trouble."
"No promises." Gilbert laid the steaming hot cup of tea down on the table, next to Arthur, a wide smile his face and gleam in his eyes.
Arthur sighed and pulled out his green set of quill and ink, and a piece of parchment. He began writing back to Ivan and Peter's letter. First, he told them that indeed, he did put a protection barrier on their minds and well be teaching them how to block their minds once they come back either this winter or during the summer. He also told them he will educate them in the History of Magic as well. As for the hat, he told them it had been Godric Gryffindor's hat and told them what he had done with it. Than he told them about the concept of the ghosts and told Ivan that there were ghosts at his place already. The most known were the ones at the Palace and he also informed Ivan that Rasputin was still in the river his corpse was found in. Now that Ivan has Awakened and had his seal broken, he should be able to see them all. (There's more than one reasons why Arthur does not like to go to Russia- one is the cold and the other is the dark magic and ghosts.) Then he told them to be careful and cautious of Quirrell, as the man was not normal. He could not tell them what it is about him that ticked Vlad off, or what he knows, for Arthur was forbidden to say or take any kinds of actions right now.
Again, Arthur had to blame that Cat for this restriction and his wanting to see a good show play out through Arthur's plain and suffering. Gilbert had to laugh at that and said that both father and son-in-law were sadists, to which Arthur retorts that they were all sadists. Gilbert also asked Arthur if he was going to tell this to the other countries with magic and asked who else was Awake. Arthur said he wasn't going to do anything yet, not until he has actual evidence. He doesn't want them to worry. As for those Awake, he said it was only his three older brothers, Michelle, and himself for those of the old. The new ones are only Peter and Wendy, who were born in this world and during the mid 20th century. Gilbert asked how hard that took, as they all knew that those without soul have a hard time having children (and countries have an even harder time of that happening- but since every citizen born on their land could technically be considered their children…), and Arthur told him that it took about a hundred or so years.
Arthur then told them not to worry about Snape, though he too thought that it wasn't fair, that some of the teachers there weren't fair. But there was nothing he could do about it right now. If he could give them a lesson, than he would. He also said that if the kids wanted, they could go ahead and do it, as long as they don't get caught. He then ended the letter with congratulating them on their houses and also yelled at them for sneaking out during the night. Than, he told them to stay safe, not to get caught, and to keep doing what they were doing. Arthur also left a P.S. for Ivan, telling him he need not send a monthly report and only has to send one if something comes up or he needs to. Arthur also attached the work he got from Estonia, boy was he fast, along as well, telling him he needs it back as soon as possible.
"Zat is such a nice zing to teach to zee children, Arzur," said Gilbert sarcastically, having read the letter Arthur had written in Russian. "You are such a good guardian and adult figure."
"Shut up, Kurt," said Arthur, folding the letter up, the drawing of a rose at the top, and sealing it with his seal, the royal coat of arms of the United Kingdom. But instead of having the motto Dieu et mon droit ("God and my right") the words "I will maintain" were written nicely in its place in cursive English.
Arthur then held out a hand and a round package wrapped in brown paper appeared in it. Arthur then beckoned Lancelot over and handed the letter and item to him. Lancelot took them and flew out the open window while Arthur stared at the door.
"I have to talk to Lovino about this problem of his soon…" he said, his eyes narrowed.
*I had France speak his language because it says he's apparently forgotten English and only likes his language, so I thought he'd only speak French. Also, I made England understand them because England had spoken French as it's native tongue for 500 or so years when it was ruled by France (I think, some check if you want), so he should know or remember some French, he just refuses to speak them much. In the anime, it's most likely that he has forgotten them, but here, I'm making him understand them and only pretending not to.
*Sorry, don't know how to do Germany's accent, but I love it though!
