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Arthur ran through the small portal, fuming. He was really late to the Magic meeting, and it was all America's fault! If the bloody git hadn't tackled him, he wouldn't have slept in until one am! He was an hour late! Once inside, he stopped and stared around, huffing. Lukas and Vladimir were looking at him with amusment, as if they were sharing an inside joke.

"What?" he snapped.

"Nothing." Lukas smirked. "You're late."

Arthur's gaze hardened. "It's Alfred's fault."

"And why is that?" Vladimir asked, obviously knowing something.

"Urk... It just is."

Lukas grinned openly now. "No... Tell us."

Arthur glared at them, realizing something. "And why would I do that when you already know?"

Now Vladimir smiled, too. "So you figured us out..."

"Yes, I'm not stupid. You two obviously wanted me to say something you would consider embarrassing. And I would say that today's events were quite so for America. But you guys shouldn't have gone into my memory without my permission!"

"Okay~! Moving on, yesterday we started off with easy magic to see if you had a lot of potential in you. Today we're going to start actually learning stuff... And that can get dangerous." Lukas said.

"Yes, like life-threatening, accidently cursed someone for life dangerous. One mispronounced syllable can cause a nuclear reaction to go off in the place you love most. But we can't learn spells part by part..." Vladimir continued.

"So we have to wing every one and go back to fix the consequences later in life!" Lukas smiled cheerfully. "And that's why we're learning how to do that spell first! Page 1,105."

"... I have no comment to that." Arthur replied, shaking his head. He pulled out his book of spells and turned to the page Lukas mentioned. The spell was titled, 'How to Turn Back Time'.

Lukas and Vladimir watched Arthur walk out of the portal. As soon as he did, Vladimir said, "I wish we were able to turn back time and un-do that spell..."

Lukas nodded his head, agreeing. "You know we tried. It wasn't out fault the spell can only be broken by Arthur agreeing to un-do it."

"I know, but I feel so... Powerless..."

"Don't we all?"

"Yeah... I don't envy America. He's obviously heart-broken that England doesn't remember him."

Britain slowly crept in the dormitory, so he wouldn't wake anyone up. He was still angry at Alfred for trying to force him to tell him stuff, but he decided to be the bigger person and try to forget about it. One thing that he couldn't forget, however, was the fact that Lukas and Vladimir had went into his memory to find out why he was late. If they could do that, they could probably go back further and find out his secret. He wasn't going to let that happen.

Arthur went to his room and slowly opened the door- Alfred was asleep, a pair of broken handcuffs on his nightstand, $125 on Arthur's. A plan had already formed in his head for how he would get rid of the threat. He would wait until Lukas and Vladimir left the magic room, then he would go in and magically make it so that no one could do that to him. If he was caught by them, he had an excuse- he had purposely forgotten his magic book. He set his stuff down and ruffled up his bed so that it looked like he had slept in it and just went for a walk. He looked at the clock; it was 4:20. They should be gone by now.

He left the room, the sound of the door shuting waking Alfred up. 'Arthur left. I should go after him and make sure he's okay!' So he got up and trailed silently after his crush; if Britain found out that he was following him, he would turn back! To his great surprise, England left the school grounds, going down many roads before looking around warily. What was he so afraid of being seen doing?

Then, Alfred had to watch, horrified but not being able to do anything, as his friend opened a magic portal and went through. He was practicing magic! But he had lost his memory, and the countries had banned Norway and Romania from teaching him until he was going to un-do the spell blocking his memories!

The portal closed, and America decided to turn back- if Arthur magically transported back to the room and found him gone, he would get suspicious.

Meanwhile, Britain was sitting down at the over-crowded desk in the corner of the large room, intently searching for some type of spell that would protect him from other spells. Finally, he found it: 'Donec a se, propter veneficia;', translating to 'Protection from other's spells:'. The spell would block spells that other people cast on him, while not interferring with his magic. Perfect. He went over to the magic circle in the center of the room and lit all the candles.

He quickly read over the old latin text, then recited, being careful to pronounce everything correctly,

" Tollite me, et tuere me

Ex aliis,

me velim de me malum et facere acri me

nullo modo fieri potest, in,

Et tamen velim ne impedirent

magiae. "

He felt a warm presnce wrap itself around him. He breathed in deeply, the scent of warm cinnamon and pastries fill his nostrils. Within seconds it left, leaving a very dissapointed Arthur in it's wake. It was done. He was protected. He breathed out the breath he had been holding, suddenly sad. What was it? A pang in his heart felt almost real, echoing through his very being, everything around him dissapearing into white blur.

Then he was at a battle field, watching in stunned silence as he collapsed in front of an army, wearing a british uniform from the American Revolution, sobbing into the cold mud as it rained, no sound letting itself be known to him. He was himself- how could he be in front of him? After he thought that thought, visions came flooding in, over-powering his memories. The entire history of Great Britain wormed itself into his mind, as well as the thoughts and feelings he had once felt. The people at Gauken AU weren't really who they said they were. They were each their respectable countries, who were destined to fight and get hurt and live through everything their country did. An unbreakable bond burned onto their very essence. And he was no different. He was the worst of them all. He lived in the past. Everyone hated him because he was a bastard and pushed people who tried to get close to him away. He was just a burden on other people, and he had tried to kill himself, but failed. The people he had pushed away had saved him.

He staggered back, tears in his eyes. This was too much to take in; more kept forcing itself inside his head, filling him with both despair and hope. The last to come was the most shocking: he was in love with America, otherwise known as Alfred F. Jones. The obnoxiously loud and pushy American was his crush. And he cared. All of the countries cared, or they wouldn't have tried to get him back.

He saw the portal begin to open, and quickly blew out all the candles and dissapeared, transporting back to his room and onto his bed. He hid his magic stuff in it's usual hiding place. Why didn't they tell him who he was when they had found him? It would have saved them a lot of fuss... But, oh, well. If they didn't trust him enough to tell him, there must be a reason. Or they weren't allowed to tell him- plenty of spells had that requirement when it came to memories.

Either way, he was going to have fun angering the countries he hated most. And they couldn't wage war on him because they didn't know that he had his memories back! Ha!

It'd make things awkward with America, though.. 'No,' he decided, 'I'll just act the same way towards him. The same way I've acted for centuries.'

Norway and Romania threw open the portal, Germany, and America behind them. America had told Germany what he saw and Germany had ordered the two (who had denied everything) to show him and retrieve England.

But when the portal was fully opened, it showed an empty room, looking untouched.

Norway and Romania secretly shared a look of relief. Britain had used the emergancy escape spell they had taught him.

"We told you. We haven't done anything. Maybe he taught himself. I don't really care right now. It's cold. Good bye." Romania said coldly, Norway agreeing. They left, and Germany followed, glaring at America.

America knew what he saw, though. A determined look filled his eyes. "I'll figure out what's happening, Iggy."

SOOOO... Votes and comments are appreciated! ... And guess what? A possum was just on my porch eating the dog food, school's cancelled tomorrow because of icy roads, and I'm listening to the song on the right... All is right for now ~.