Fallen

Summary: England falls down a literal plot hole and must go through as many prompts as he can in order to go dig himself up to the surface.

Note: Many ships are going to sail and sink FrUk, UsUk, AsaKiku, it's an entire English Armada and a lot of AUs are going to be here.

(If you want a certain ship to come up, just suggest them!)

As requested by cookiesNcream1703, a harem styled fanfiction with the Asian Countries and some European countries sprinkled in! Here you go ;) I hope you like it!

Chapter 14: Capture My Heart!

England couldn't help making his next drawing seem a bit more fantastical. He drew the two of them surrounded by trees and bluebells. Their faces relaxed and glowing with joy. The entire atmosphere of the scenery made it seem as if they were calm and cheerful in these magical woods.

Perhaps he should label them with the names, so he won't truly forget them that way? Feeling spontaneous, he decided to go back and add their names. Alfred, Francis, Antonio, Yao, Ivan, all of them, including his own counterpart's name for the ones with him in there. (It serves as a reminder that those are not the countries and that is not who he truly is. He needs that reminder if he wants to stay intact.)

He continued flipping through the pages, sometimes taking his time to truly gaze at his works. There's one with the red string, tying him to Kiku as the man looked like he was fading away as the sun rose high. He depicts Arthur (not himself, an act, a simple role even if his feelings are true) reaching out to him with longing. He made sure his labels weren't large and took away the attention from the drawings, instead at the side, still visible but not overly so.

His task done he reflected on his latest play. Gilbert had been…sweet to him. Possibly because he actually proved him innocent instead of joining the rest in blaming him, England hummed. Still, he's not sure how long he stayed up, the lights never change and there aren't any windows that show the time of day. All there is in this bland room are the items on and around him and himself.

Come to think of it, all he has done in the past few days (at least by his standards) is draw, eat, drink and jump and the cycle repeats. He hasn't allowed himself to rest, nor has he allowed himself to take a breath beyond those breaks, as if on a marathon to see how many he can take at once. It can't be healthy, he decided heading towards the bed. He needs to rest.

With that in mind, he fell into a deep slumber, his mind too tired to care about how much time might be wasted. He wants to see them as fast as possible but that can't be possible if he's too tired to function.

He woke up with tears in his eyes and his mouth open with a gasp. What…was that? All he remembers are…clocks. Clocks with numbers in red, as if painted with blood, then he was fighting, he doesn't know what he was fighting but he was fighting and then the world turned black and all he can hear is his own voice apologizing again and again and again. He doesn't know who he's apologizing too, just that he had to apologize.

So…why is he crying?

He reached up to wipe away the tears. No matter, it's probably some dream about him missing his fellow countries and the fact he's not sure how long he's been away from them. Hopefully they aren't too worried with his disappearance. He shook his head, he should fix himself up before he jumps or else he might mess up whatever situation he's dumped into.

He sat down and watched with bored eyes as a cup of tea appeared before him, already used to things popping in and out of existence.

"Say, Scones," His eyes fell on the cat, "I'm probably imagining things because that dream felt like it was about something else. But it can't be much, I'm pretty sure the dream was about me being worried about the time and missing my fellow countries,"

The plush cat didn't answer. All he could do is sit back and drink his tea.

"I'm worried. Something about it seems…off but I can't do anything about that."

He drank his tea in large gulps, his anxiousness causing him to simply hurry along.

"I don't think I can finish the rest of it, so take it away, please." He announced walking towards the poster.

He sighed but reached to the necklace, drawing comfort from it. Stay calm, he thought. He'll be alright. As he read the next play he smirked, this time he's been accepted into a school for supernatural creatures. He decides to let his teachers and classmates try to figure out what he is.

Fun times for everyone then, with a cheeky grin he pushed a hand through and fell.

The fall was too quick to savour this time. Instead, the only thing he can do is laugh and grin as he landed in his room. A boarding school, he noted grabbing the notebook from the bed and reading through it eagerly.

'Name: Arthur Britannica (Albion)

Age: Physically 18 years old (20, 000 years old)

Gender: Physically male (Shapeshifter)

Race: God of Trickery, Magic and Mischief

Backstory: Bored in the Other Lands, Albion decides it's high time he plays a trick in the mortal lands and what better place than a school? With that in mind the shape shifting god picked a form and enrolled with only the principal the wiser and that's only because the two have been allies for quite some time now.

Note: If the prank goes well and he hasn't been given any malice for his hiding his identity, then he'll see it fit to send some of his servants to teach the advanced classes. The principal has been lamenting the lack of staff for quite a long time, being the Goddess of Education and all that.'

Albion-Or should he simply say Arthur- smiled at this, that explains the single room and the design of it too.

The room is covered with various animals but most notably a lion and a wolf. Those must be his most favoured animal forms then. The green covered with gold vines says a lot about his colour choice too. He knew that shape shifting would be instinctive so he pulled out a mirror and allowed himself to fall back into what felt like his natural state.

His eyes are glowing green with slit pupils and his hair grew longer and is now the colour of gold and silver, weaving around each other into a beautiful masterpiece. He opens his mouth and notes the sharp fangs and one look at his skin makes him realize his skin is literally a faint pale gold and his tattoos standout all the more. He wonders for a moment if he can make the tattoo on his back act as actual wings and watches as they become the white wings he had acquainted himself with when he was with Lovino.

He calls the wings back and puts back his shirt, falling back into the apparently diluted form of his. Right on time too because he realized he should get going or else he'd be late. He rushed outside with his bag, running with a grin and heading off to his first class.

However he's stopped by the fact he bumps into a guy.

"Aiyaa, watch where you're going!" He snarled turning around to see Arthur smiling apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I'm late for class since I got lost," He noted that the person he bumped into is Yao's counterpart, wearing traditional Chinese royalty clothing.

Yao relaxed, "Oh, I see. I apologize for snapping but I was unable to sleep well last night,"

"I see, well, if you don't mind can you please point me out to where the Magical History classes are?" Arthur pulled out his time table.

Yao raised an eyebrow, "I'm…actually headed there myself. If you would like, I can walk with you there."

He brightened up spectacularly at the offer. "Please do! Oh, by the way, my name is Arthur Britannica, nice to meet you,"

"Yao Wang," He inclined his head. "Come along now if you do not wish to be late."

Arthur belatedly realized that there's a turquoise pearl stationed underneath Yao's chin. Curious he asked about it.

"Huh? Oh my pearl? All Chinese Dragons have one. It's called a 'Pearl of Wisdom'. Be sure not to try touching it unless you wish to…disappear." Yao threatened with a dark look.

"Don't worry," Arthur replied, "I won't try anything like that. I'm not some insensitive arse."

"I trust you to keep your judgement then. Oh, we're here already."

They arrived into the classroom, their teacher missing. Yao merely sniffed haughtily.

"Honestly," He narrowed his eyes, "The least the school could do is provide a substitute for when the Werewolf teachers are incapacitated."

"The school sure is understaffed," Arthur hummed.

Yao nodded his head. "Such is life, aru,"

"Kesesese! Did you miss us?!" Gilbert exclaimed with a grin. Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"It's those three again," Yao said in defeat. "The albino is Gilbert, he's a vampire, don't worry though he feeds on the school provided blood packets. The blond one is Francis, an incubus so watch out for any flirting. The last one is Antonio, he's a Dryad. His life tree has yet to be planted though."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Are they always this loud?"

"Yes and it's a headache. At least you aren't like that, aru," Yao gave him an appreciative look. "In fact, I'm claiming you as my seatmate for the rest of the year."

"You are?" Well, that was a surprise.

Yao nodded his head. "You make much better company than anyone in this class. Now if only you were in all of my classes, aru,"

"Oh, thank you. If it's worth anything, I think you make for good company as well."

Yao flushed, his cheeks a slight pink. "Oh, thank you then."

"Oh, look! We've got another new guy," Gilbert pointed out heading over to the man. The three of them surrounded him all looking him up and down while Yao looked evidently ticked off by their arrival.

"Bonjour, I am Francis Bonnefoy," The incubus produced a red rose, thorn less and prettily in bloom. "To see someone has handsome as you is a blessing."

Arthur flushed, he remembered his second play as vividly as his first but this time there is no yelling and arguing but sweet words and flirtations.

Gilbert shoved Francis to the side. "I'm the great Gilbert Beilschmidt, so you better remember it when I make you scream!" The man winked.

Yao glared at them, his brown eyes flashing red for a second.

"Oh, we're introducing ourselves? I'm Antonio Carriedo, here have a tomato!" The Dryad opened up a hand and showed a nice and shiny tomato ripe for the taking.

Overwhelmed (He is sitting next to a man he once fell in love with as well as three others, one of which ended in tragedy) Arthur glanced at Yao for help.

Yao saw this and leapt into action. "Move away, aru! Can't you tell that you're overwhelming him?"

"Ah, I apologize, my dear. For your troubles, I shall give you a-" "Please, move away now."

Francis blinked. "Ah, he speaks!" The man grinned triumphantly. "I was beginning to think you were one of the silent ones. Can't speak for fear of charming the entire class, I must say you have the voice of an Angel!"

Arthur sighed okay, he should do something. With that in mind, he flicked his wrist and watched as they were pushed back. "Please leave me in peace. I'm a bit overwhelmed by you all."

Antonio smiled sheepishly. "Ah, sorry about that, hey, can you at least tell us your name?"

Arthur hummed, it's only fair. "Arthur Britannica, at your service,"

"Well, we shall leave you in peace," Francis promised. "Though it would be nice to talk with you once more, mon ami."

"Well, see ya!" Gilbert and his group walked away.

Yao sneered at them. "For a vampire that was changed when Prussia was at its height, he still acts juvenile."

"You seem to know everyone's creature type," Arthur pointed out.

Yao nodded, "I gained much knowledge on such things due to my travels. One thing I am curious about is your type seeing as I've never seen yours before."

"I'd like to keep you guessing," Arthur replied cheekily.

"Hmm, not even a little hint?" Yao teased with a twitch of a smile on his face.

Arthur smirked but decided to humour him. "I live for a long time and I can use magic."

"Not much of a hint but good enough," Yao nodded his head, Arthur watched as the pearl moved alongside the skin.

The bell rung and they headed outside. "Now the Illusionary classes are on the hall down the right, go left and you should find the door. If not then… look for a Kitsune named Kiku and he'll help you out, you can't miss him, not when he's already got six tails." Yao lectured.

Arthur nodded, "Six tails, white fur, brown hair and brown eyes, got it." Not like he can actually forget Kiku, no doubt he'll be wearing a blue and white kimono like he did in Halloween once.

Yao smiled and patted his shoulder. "I'll be sure to see you soon, Arthur."

"As will I, Yao,"

With a wave they made their good byes.

"Ah, I've been told to look for you if I'm lost," Arthur said approaching Kiku.

He's not lost in actuality. He's the farthest from it. Seeing as he had memorised the directions Yao had given. However, did wish to speak to Kiku again. It had been a while since he spoke with Japan's counterpart.

Kiku blinked before giving him a bow. "I see, you must be new around here. I suppose you are in the same class as me?"

"Yes I am, er, I'm Arthur Britannica," He introduced himself.

Kiku glanced at him. "Kiku Honda, ah we're here."

They entered the class and realized they're the first few to arrive.

"May I ask who directed you towards me?" Kiku asked as he took a seat, Arthur taking the seat beside him.

"Yao did actually," Arthur replied. He watched as Kiku's eyes flickered from brown to blue and yellow for a moment. Arthur raised an eyebrow, was it something he said?

Kiku stayed silent for a moment before saying, "I see. Well, seeing as we may be waiting for a short while, may I ask how you find the school to be so far?"

"Oh, it's a very lovely school! Though, I find it to be understaffed, so that may be a problem. Perhaps for that, you can have the students help each other in whatever subject they need help with in order to have them be able to improve instead of not knowing what to do… Study buddies assigned by the teacher perhaps and then have a teacher write it on the board?"

Kiku nodded his head, "I see. Thank you for that, perhaps I shall speak with the Student Council about this issue."

"Oh, are you the Student Council President?" Arthur asked.

Kiku gave him a smile. "I am, please do not be afraid to talk to me about any problems you may have concerning the school. I'm always here to help."

Arthur smiled at Kiku brightly. "I will! Ah, come to think of it, seeing as I'm a transfer student, can you help me catch up to the material? I don't want to be lost in the lecture."

"Alright, do you have your book? We're currently going over illusions that change atmosphere and temperature, but before that we went over illusions that included smell and taste." Kiku began pointing out the chapters on the book.

Arthur hummed making an illusion of a plate sushi he remembered eating when he was at Japan's house for their alliance. Kiku observed it and went to check the taste, eating it with a content smile as the illusion disappeared.

"It looks like you're caught up already. You have no need to worry, I'm sure you'll do well," Kiku assured him.

Their teacher walked in, England wondered why it seemed their teacher is faceless, though he has a mouth and a nose, the eyes are shadowed and the hair is forgettable. Odd, almost as if he was a background character. He shook his head and went back to his role as Albion playing Arthur.

He smirked a bit at the thought. In the end, he's playing the role of a man pretending to be Arthur, how funny.

"Alright class, pair up, we'll be doing illusions that change atmosphere and temperature. I also want you to practice your aim. Make sure that your partner is the only one affected by the temperature. For that, I'll be making wall illusions that turn red if it feels any sort of temperature change that spreads farther than it should. For atmosphere, make sure to control it to only affect your own walled space. Head to it,"

Kiku immediately went for Arthur, his hand darting to bring him with him as the walls began to form, with doors on there for them to enter considering these are solid illusions.

"Forgive me for dragging you, Arthur, but I find it would be best to work together with you for obvious reasons," He smiled politely, though from the way his tails swished and swayed he was almost acting…possessive?

Still, Arthur could do nothing but nod. It's not like Kiku's possessive of him, right?

They spent the rest of the period doing various illusions once they got the current lesson down. The two of them would tell each other stories, myths and legends, using illusions alongside the atmosphere and temperature ones in order to see how far they could go. He had decided to start off with a good old fashioned ghost story. In response, Kiku retaliated with the fantastical tale of Princess Kaguya.

Arthur then went on to tell the story of Beowulf in summarized events. The dragon stretching out its wings and roaring, he made the fire give off heat and then eventually showed the heroic battle where Beowulf dies.

"That is quite the interesting story, Arthur. That is an English Epic is it not?" Arthur nodded his head with a pleased smile.

"I hope you would enjoy this then. It is the tale of Orochi the eight-headed serpent and how the Kusanagi was found." With that, they continued.

Arthur enjoyed how the two of them told stories and practiced the material at the same time. It's always fun. He enjoyed this little culture exchange. Perhaps when he gets back home, he'll have one like this for their next culture exchange. Yes, that would be nice.

The hour passed by quickly with the two of them enjoying their time until they went from telling stories to playing around with their illusions- who could make the most detailed looking creature, who could make it seem like it really is there when it isn't- as well as talking about themselves.

He learnt during that time that Kiku and Yao have a sort of…rivalry that stems from a past skirmish back before the school had been made. That rivalry had translated to this as they now have a tense relationship built on snipping words behind polite masks. Arthur told him it sounds like politics on a school scale. Kiku laughed.

The next period found him wandering the corridor because its study period and he has nothing else better to do than to memorise the school's layout. That's when he bumps into Netherland's counterpart, sitting on a high window sill that could only be reached through flight, meant to accommodate the students who enjoy flying.

He finds the sill of the window to be more like a platform, with soft pillows and enough space to fit more than two. He decides to head up there, the man seemed lonely for some reason, especially seeing as he didn't have Belgium's counterpart nearby.

"Oh hello," He started allowing his wings to come out. He used the same strategy he had done when he was with Lovino. When he came up there he pulled the wings back before Netherland's counterpart could see it. Not like he could anyway, considering the fact he's actually looking out the window and at the night sky. The moonlight streaming down to his face, painting him in gentle strokes, the man gave him a glance but didn't respond.

"Well, I hope you don't mind me staying here. I need to review for Potions seeing as I'm new. I'm Arthur by the way, Arthur Britannica."

"Hmph… Lars Van Rjin."

They stayed like that, Arthur reading and Lars gazing outside the window. Until Lars eventually spoke, his glowing eyes looking at Arthur apathetically.

"Your magic signature is none like anything other."

Arthur smiled mysteriously. "I'm simply one you haven't encountered yet, Mr Witch."

"Lars. Call me Lars, being called Witch feels derogative." Ah, such a monotone voice and yet those eyes are sharp like knives.

"Very well Lars, Arthur should do as well."

Lars narrowed his eyes and frowned. "Interesting, tell me more about yourself and in return I shall do the same."

"Oh?" Arthur let a teasing smile grow on his lips. "Interested in knowing more about what I am or who I am?"

Lars flushed. "Your interest can help narrow down what you may be."

"Very well then, and I'm guessing you follow the tit-for-tat rule then?" Arthur closed his book, it's not he was reading it anyway.

Lars nodded his head. "You go first,"

"Hmm, let's see. I enjoy a few jokes and my art is well done. Your turn," He began. Not a single lie came from his mouth.

Lars stared at him in concentration. "I enjoy making things. Potions, spells, items, anything that I could sell or use,"

"I live for a long time and am capable of using magic," He replied.

This trade went on, the two of them sometimes commenting, sometimes not. Mostly though, they exchanged things back and forth, going from their hobbies to their ambitions with Lars hoping to one day be a financially successful and well known potion maker by then. Arthur merely replied that his ambition is to travel the world and do what he can to help. Soon it became personal things, the original idea having gone with the wind until it became a simple exchange between two people who accept each other.

Lars tilted his head. "I have a younger sister, adopted by magic. I…care about her,"

"I fell in love many times and each time it ended before I could say good bye." Not like he could actually say goodbye seeing as it always fades while he's preoccupied.

Lars had moved from his place to the other end to be closer to him. He reached a hand out and placed it consolingly on Arthur's shoulders.

"I do not envy you and your long life, cursed to watch people you love move on while you are cursed to stay young." He commented.

Arthur smiled and moved closer to him, the hand on his shoulder soon became an arm draped around it. "I thank you for those words, Lars. But if it helps, I've learnt how t cope with it, and even if it hurts at least I am not immune to the charms of love."

Lars glanced down at him before looking away, his ears red. "If you ever need me then I'll be right here. And if you need to look for me, just apply some magic into this,"

He pulled out a little red tulip charm, the metal shining in the moonlight. On the sides, Arthur noticed some runes carved into it. "It was meant to be a back-up in case my sister loses it or if something happens to mine but…I think I can part with this one."

Arthur hugged Lars. "Thank you once again, for being thoughtful."

Lars stiffened up before closing his arms around him. "I…it was nothing. Though, I find it odd that you thank me for my actions."

"One has to encourage and be thankful for acts of kindness in order to see kindness itself once more. If you focus more on the good things, then you'll be able to notice it often right?"

Lars relaxed, his eyes wide. "Right,"

Then the bell rung and they have to go for lunch. Lars nodded his head and the two of them parted ways.

So far the world hasn't faded to black, Arthur thought following the crowd to what must be the mess hall. So there are a few people he has to also interact with or something is going to happen at lunch.

When he was about to enter the mess hall, someone stopped in front of him, causing him to bump the person. Jeez! What is it with him and bumping people today? Annoyed he was about to say something until he realized who it was in front of him.

Macau's counterpart, Arthur looked to see him speaking to Yao. Macau's counterpart has red eyes and sharp fangs, his ears are slightly pointed and he has a single antler on his head. Another thing he noticed is the tail that swishes from side to side, in the shape of a lion's tail and the feathered wings that look like they're made of gold.

"Oh, I apologize for bumping into you," Arthur said once he realized they noticed him.

"Ah, Arthur, it's nice to see you again. I hope you found your way?" Yao asked, taking along Arthur as Macau's counterpart followed along.

"I have, thank you for the directions, Yao." He glanced at Macau's counterpart, "Hello, I'm Arthur Britannica,"

The man smiled at him, "Nice to meet you Arthur, I'm Xing Le Wang."

Yao looked quite proud of him. "Xing here is a Pixiu, though he's currently in his human form."

"Oh? They're symbols of wealth yes?" Arthur asked curiously. He remembers a few encounters with them when China used to live in his house. Loyal creatures they are, fierce and protective too. Well, considering that Macau's known for gambling it isn't a surprise.

"That's right, Arthur. I can bring wealth and am training to be able to protect the gates of Heaven from vile spirits like many of my kind." Xing answered with that smile on his face.

The three of them spoke as they reached a table, food appearing on it to suit their tastes or circumstances. Xing's own plate held spun gold threads and jewels on top along with mercury to act as a soup.

Yao's plate held your typical meal fit for a king while his own food were ambrosia in a wine glass and high end cuisine. Seeing as he was in the mood for something from home, a meat pie and some other food appeared.

"Oh, is that ambrosia I smell?" Ah, and there's Francis and his friends.

Gilbert's drinking from a pack of blood, almost like its juice with a straw attached to it. Antonio's cheerfully devouring his plate of tomatoes. As for Francis, well he didn't have anything on him. But that should be normal considering he's an Incubus.

"Yes, it's ambrosia," Arthur replied drinking it.

"Oh! Interesting, either you're a demigod, a creation from one of the gods or a descendant." Francis hummed.

Gilbert licked his lips, "That just makes you even more interesting, kesesese!"

"Mah, Gilbert, calm down." Antonio said as he took a seat on the table. The other two did so as well.

"Well, if you are of godly origin, then it would explain your long life and ability to use magic. It narrows it down but now the differences are even harder to spot!" Yao exclaimed, still rather interested in their little game.

Xing tilted his head. "Is it a game to figure out what you are? If so, then I'd like to add my two cents!"

"Ohonhonhon, please do Monsieur Xing. Your insight is always welcome."

The table is filled with chatter as they all spoke, Arthur giving hints or simply teasing them as they eventually began to clamour over him. Kiku had noticed this and came to try and rescue him from the loud commotion but it somehow turned into a tense battle over who Arthur would rather be with, him or Yao.

This turned into a fully fleshed out argument with all of them over who Arthur would like to be with. The trio were even arguing with each other over this. All of them snapping and snarling over who Arthur would choose and digging at each other's own faults such as grades, temper and attitude. Hell, Xing, had even made a dig on Yao's past when he was young. Arthur stayed silent throughout it all, as some of the points (mainly done by Francis) made him blush.

Lars noticed the clamour and came in there, the arguments grew silent as they eyed Lars warily.

"And what does the witch want with us?" Gilbert sneered. He happened to have a huge distaste for witches ever since the witch he fell in love with tried to murder him with a frying pan because he had targeted the man she was living with.

Lars gazed at them coldly, nodding his head at Kiku who relaxed and did the same.

"What is going on here?" He asked. His voice seemed to be echoing though Arthur figured that would be due to the fact it's pulsing with magic.

"Uhm, you see…" Arthur began, "They're fighting over who I'd rather spend my time with,"

Lars nodded his head. "Well the answer should be obvious. He'll spend time with me."

This caught their attention and Kiku was the first to respond. "Forgive me for this Lars but I would like to disagree with you. You see, I'm sure he'd rather spend time with me."

And the argument starts again, Arthur groaned, sinking his head into his hands in exasperation. They loudly or not so loudly argued with one another. All Arthur could hear was the familiar chatter that normally came with a meeting but this time the topic was over him. As much as he's flattered that they all want to spend time with him, he's not sure about this.

(He ignores the pang in his heart as he remembers how a meeting typically goes. It starts out orderly until they all begin fighting over something or the other. England sees this and realizes how much he misses the chaotic meetings. As if only realizing now how much he misses home. He watches them fondly and hungers for his own. If there's a bit of tears in his eyes…well, he'll certainly deny it.)

Then a younger year approached him. Blinking, he realized its Hong Kong's counterpart! Thank the stars, he remembers Hong Kong being silent and a cool head.

"Excuse me, are you Arthur?" He asked, and only now did Arthur notice the flaming wings on his back and the triangle tail with feathers of fire.

"I am, and you are?" The younger male blushed a bit.

"Long Jia Wang, Fenghuang." He recited. "You can call me, Leon."

Arthur patted him on the head, "It's nice to meet you, Leon. Well, shall we leave them to it?"

Leon nodded his head. "I know a good place to relax. The school has a game room, if you like how about we play a game of Dance Dance Revolution?"

"Sure! It's been a while since I played anything," Arthur grinned.

Contrary to popular belief, he's caught up with America's level of modern technology. He is the country that made punk after all. He sometimes dominates the arcade if he's bored.

The two of them left the arguing group behind with Leon smirking as he watched the group arguing before turning his attention back to Arthur.

"Guys, where's Arthur?" Gilbert asked, noticing the scent of Arthur has grown faint, as if he wasn't there.

Needless to say, they panicked.

"Wah! He left us!" Antonio pouted.

Yao narrowed his eyes and realized the deliberate trace of magic that was left behind. Right above the spot that Arthur was standing. That magic trace is definitely…

"That damn spoiled brat!" Yao exclaimed having identified the deliberate magic trace left behind. He recognized that flame signature anywhere! The ungrateful, spoiled, fenghuang!

"Eh? Could it be…that the young Fenghuang that you were tasked to guard once took off with him?" Xing asked.

Yao growled too angry to even reply. Kiku scoffed behind his kimono sleeve. "What are you waiting for? You know that flame anyway, lead us to it."

Yao glared at Kiku but Kiku merely smiled at him. Gilbert and his friends agreed. Lars merely stood behind them all, intimidating with his narrow eyes and cold gaze.

"Lead the way," Xing urged and Yao stood up, his eyes changed to red in order to trace the flames.

They all moved together following Yao as he led to way to the…arcade room?

"Are you trying to play us you shitty old man?!" Gilbert snarled, grabbing Yao by his collar.

Yao glared at him, baring his teeth as smoke began to come out of his mouth. Xing narrowed his eyes and moved to intercept them before the fighting could escalate.

"Look, Yao wants to find Arthur as much as you do. It would be a waste of time if he tried to trick you."

Gilbert snarled at his words. "What if this is just a ploy to dump us in here while he finds Arthur and whisks him away from us?"

Francis moved to calm Gilbert down, his hands wrapping around as he used the aura of an Incubus to subdue him into a calmer state. "Calm down, Gilbert," He purred into his ears.

Gilbert relaxed and nodded his head at Francis who released with his a smile. Antonio patted Gilbert on the shoulder. "It wouldn't look good in front of Arthur if you lost your temper,"

"J-ja…" Gilbert nodded his head, looking at the way Xing spoke to Yao.

Kiku silently left them as he entered the arcade room. The room had been adjusted so that the volume wouldn't overwhelm the creatures with highly sensitive hearing while still being loud and entertaining. His eyes scanned the room until he spotted the Dance Dance Revolution machine, that scent.

It looks like he found Arthur and the fenghuang playing a game together. The fenghuang grinning as Arthur concentrated on the game.

The rest of the gang caught up to him, gazing at Arthur there like that playing a game with the fenghuang on DDR. He laughed and grinned and spun around and people were starting to notice his elegance, grace and beauty. The moment the game was done, they gathered around Arthur.

"Arthur, next time to sneak away without telling us, we were so worried!" Antonio hugged him. Lars grabbed Antonio and tore him off Arthur and hugged him instead.

Kiku scowled and moved to lift up Arthur's chin. In a possessive and forward fit of his typical Kitsune nature, he kissed the corner of his mouth. 'Don't make me worry next time," He whispered softly.

Arthur flushed at his but nodded sheepishly. Yao shoved Kiku to the side and after seeing Kiku's possessive kiss, decided to one up the Kitsune by kissing him on the temple and cradling his head to his chest, even though Lars had his arms wrapped around his shoulders. Lars had made sure that Arthur's back was to his body so that he could rest his head on Arthur's. As if it was a statement.

Gilbert nipped him on the neck before grinning at him. "I was worried you know! Don't leave me, that ain't cool!"

Francis chuckled and did a greeting kiss, kissing on both cheeks. "It's nice to see you have fun, Arthur. If you're ever in need for a different kind of fun, I'm always here." He winked.

Arthur rolled his eyes as Antonio also kissed him. "Arthur, don't run off like that, here have a tomato!"

"He doesn't want your tomato," Lars growled and Antonio inched back a bit.

Meanwhile, Xing spoke with the fenghuang. "Ah, Long Jia Wang, the fenghuang that Yao once guarded."

Leon narrowed his eyes. "Yes. What do you want?"

"Don't take off with him again unless you value your life…" Xing muttered to him and Leon looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't act as if he is yours unless he truly is." He tilted his head to gesture to the others who crowded him.

Xing's eyes hardened with resolve. "Still, I wish he was."

"We all do," He acknowledged.

"Perhaps we shall make our interests known? I'm willing to share if he is open to this." Xing replied off-handedly.

Leon smirked. "His own harem?"

"Well, it's not like not been done before and I know when to cut my losses." His glasses shined.

"We must discuss this with the others then…Once they let go of him that is…"

They walked back to the group as they all crowded him, Arthur had taken control of them all and began herding them all and lecturing them on the fact he's fine and in fact a grown person who can take care of himself and not a child that they all seem to see him as.

"Actually, they see you as a desirable partner." Leon bluntly pointed out.

Arthur flushed, "Excuse me?"

'I won't bother to sugar coat it," Xing smiled genially. "I want you as a partner as do they,"

"Alright then, just so you know I don't like choosing." Arthur said. It's true, he can't choose. Not when he knows how they'll treat him and what they are like… Besides, Lars, Xing and Leon that is.

"Then how about we rotate until you could choose?" Kiku suggested.

"And if you can't then I'm fine with harems." Yao hummed. It's not that farfetched and he gets to have him even if he'll have to share.

"Erm, I guess a harem could do." Arthur replied, the words slipping out of his lips.

Ah, it looks like his little fun isn't going to last huh?

"A harem? Alright, sounds good!"

In the end they all agreed, which Arthur found to be oddly sudden. However his knowledge as Albion (ah yes, how could he forget that he's playing as a trickster god here?) told him that the strong attraction even if they knew each other for a short time meant that they were life mates. It's not that odd for some of the gods in the Other Lands to have soul mates from this plane of life.

This meant that they're meant for him to be with, though Albion knows this meant that as long as he is with them, they'll live for as long as he does and their deaths will hurt him, physically and spiritually. Albion knew that they'll be added to his palace and as long as they return to him, he'll let them do as they please.

How unexpected, Albion thought as he cleared his throat. Time for a reveal then?

"Well, it looks like you're all my life mates,"

Yao cut him off. "-Wait? Isn't only something those from the Other Lands have?"

"Well, yes, see I am actually Albion, god of Trickery, Magic and Mischief." He winked cheekily.

"Were you lying to us then?" Kiku asked softly, slightly hurt at this.

Albion shook his head, "No, everything I said, did and acted was actually who I am. You'll be the only ones to see that side. And well, I suppose then I'll have you be a part of my palace then? As guardians, scholars or whatever your fancies are, you will have a role in keeping my palace and land as best run as it could be. Funnily enough, I was being overloaded by paperwork and with eight provinces and eight people my problem is solved."

He paused, right, he should actually continue with this. Especially seeing as he had their attention. "Now, I'll let you do as you wish as long as you come back home. I'll make sure the place is staffed so that your education is done. I'll also request that you bare my mark on your shoulder."

"I would gladly take it. Once I am finished, I request to be a part of your commanders." Kiku replied without missing a beat.

"I swear to take your mark and once I am finish, I ask to be in charge of the guards," Yao stood.

Gilbert, Francis and Antonio glanced at each other.

"Well, I don't know about you too but once I'm done I'm calling dibs on training the soldiers!" Gilbert grinned. "It'll be just like old times back when I used to command the Prussian army alongside Old Fritz!"

"Well, then I'd like to be the chef then, I'm sure the food over there must be terrible considering how you look." Francis clicked his tongue as how 'skinny' he is. "Yes, I shall be head chef and feed you with lots of love!"

"Well, I'm sure your trees and plants need help!" Antonio pitched in with a grin, "I bet you don't even have a tomato or two in the gardens!"

"I'm taking over trades then. From what you said, you must be overworked in the Other Lands." Lars piped in.

"Lars, what about your sister?!" Albion asked in concern.

"My sister is smart. I can visit her anytime I want to anyway. I didn't mention that she's a ghost." Lars replied. "In the end she didn't want to leave me and is now a spirit summon of mine."

"I see…" Albion replied as the rest chimed in what their assigned roles would be once they finish their time in the school.

They all got their own roles.

"Ahh, it looks like we have an idea of what do now!" Antonio hummed.

Leon had decided to be the left hand, stating that as a fenghuang, he can see into the soul and see their characteristics. Xing stated that he'll be in charge of guarding the front gate in order to repel any evil that comes their way.

Albion nodded his head and gave them the mark on their shoulders. "I'll still be here though. Might as well get to know all of my life mates yes?"

They grinned and immediately surrounded him. "We all get to kiss you right?"

Albion smirked. "Only if you want to."

The bell rang and the world faded to black.

England can honestly say that's the first time he's been in a harem. Love triangle, yes, considering FBI Alfred and Russian Spy Ivan. But this is a first. Ah well, it's fun and harmless.

The moment the world came back, he's standing in front of the principal, the goddess of Education.

"Albion, word has reached me that you found your life mates?" She asked turning the chair to reveal Ukraine's counterpart.

Her name's Katyusha, from what he could recall what with her name and face popping up when he was with Gilbert at the time. Though, his mind told him her name was actually Kraina.

"I have, Kraina,"He replied. They're using their godly names anyway, so why not?

She sighed. "Always the troublemaker, Albion, I must say though. Congratulations on finding your life mates and may you and they be gifted with prosperity. Also, thank you for the added staff. We've been running low for a while."

The world faded to back to the bland room.

When England checked his shoulder, he found a gold leaf outline on it with lines to indicate it is in fact a leaf.

"And another one is done." He said out loud, he headed to the bed, tired.

He's getting more and more exhausted with each jump and each play. But he has to get back to his own friends as quickly as possible. He'll draw it later once he wakes up.

With that he fell onto his bed and drifted into the welcoming embrace of sleep.

Wow! This one is a lot longer than I thought it would be! Anyway, I had been planning to use that prompt for a while and with that request I thought it would be a good time as any to use it! Haha, harem king Iggy :P Anyway, this took a long time and I don't really have much of an excuse other than I procrastinated a bit and that my internet is slow. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed how it turned out, cookiesNcream1703! It was fun to write. I hope you all have a nice day! (Or night!)