The last chapter to this story and an insight into the next story that is not Cardcaptor Sakura.

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Epilogue

October 2017

Eriol leaned back in his chair and sighed. Being headmaster sure was hard. Perhaps he should not have chosen to be the teacher of Transfiguration after all.

Suddenly, Eriol stiffened in his seat and shifted his gaze towards the bookshelves on the side.

A dark figure emerged from it. It was a man who looked to be in his late teens or early 20s. He had black hair and eyes belonging to someone of Asian origin, and was wearing a black suit with two white lines at the end of the sleeves.

"Hello, elder brother," said the man, his black eyes now swirling demonic red with back slits in the middle.

"Chiho," said Eriol, a smile creeping up his face. "What brings you here, little brother?"

Takachiho's eyes narrowed. "You know what," he accused, walking closer to Eriol's desk and slamming his hands on it, his eyes swirling and causing the wind to blow in the room. "Why?" he asked. "Why did you do it?"

Eriol merely looked up at him with a blank face, almost as if asking him what he was talking about. Takachiho took out a silver gun from his suit and pointed it at Eriol's head. Eriol merely glanced at it before looking back at Takachino, his eyebrow raised and looking as if he'd been expecting it and was bored of the same old thing happening all the time.

"You know what's in that box and what would happen if it was opened, so why did you not let Arthur stop them?" he continued. "Do you want another war to ignite? Arthur already hates you enough for the last one!"

Eriol's eyes harden as he looked up at Takachiho. "Don't you think I know that?" he asked.

Takachiho took a step back from the intensity of Eriol's gaze. "T-than why..." he began, trying to compose himself and tucking his gun away into his suite. "Why did you send Tomoyo to suppress Arthur's powers and prevent the others from getting involved? Why?!" He slammed his hand down on Eriol's desk. "Just what are you planning now? Isn't it enough what you did eons ago? Wasn't it enough that you took the throne after killing father? Must you make this bloody as well?"

Eriol merely stared up at him before smiling. "You're growling, Chiho."

And indeed he was growling. Takachiho's eyes flashed and he held his brother up by the collar of his shirt. "Damn you, you Cherisher Cat. Every time I see you, I want to kill you." He let go of Eriol and Eriol straighten his cloths. "You better fix this Eriol," he growled out, before walking away into the darkness.

"Oh I well," Eriol whispered. "You needn't worry about it. Everything is going according to plan. Right, Kazune, Hyoen-Ma?" He turned to his right and out stepped two figures.

One was a male dressed in white and had blond hair and blue eyes. The other male was dressed in a blue suit with black undershirt, black dress shoes, and a black belt tied around his waist. He had black hair and eyes just like Takachiho.

"As expected of you, hyeong (older brother in Korean)," said Hyeon-Ma, a cheerful smile on his face. "You always know when we're coming." He skipped over to Eriol and hang on his arm.

Eriol smiled and patted his youngest brother's head. "You have something for me, Kazune?" he asked his second brother, looking at Kazune, who was walking towards him.

Kazune nodded and handed Eriol a stack of paper. "Reports on the on goings in Alphia," he said.

Eriol took a look at it and he frowned. "The Church has been very busy lately, haven't they?"

Kazune nodded, his arms crossed. "At this rate, it'll only be a matter of time before..."

Eriol nodded his head and put the papers showing the numbers of casualties and damages done down on the desk.

"Hyeong," said Hyeon-Ma. "If you want, I could always kil-"

"No, Hyeon-Ma," Eriol interrupted, petting him on the head to stop him. "You needn't do such a thing. I already corrupted you enough when I sent you and Chiho to kill all those politicians and nobles without your consent. You don't have to do those things for me anymore..."

"But I didn't mind it, hyeong!" Hyeon-Ma argued. "Besides, they were corrupted people anyways. And you said that we had to cut off the bad parts from the tree before they spread to the core. That's the reason you killed father and forcefully took the throne! If only Chiho-hyeong would understand that."

"It's no use," Eriol breathed out. "In Chiho's eyes, I will always be the bad guy who ignited the blood slather and separated our family."

"But our family was already unstable and it was you who kept us safe!" Hyeon-Ma argued. "You were the one covering up for us when Chiho-hyeong and I killed father's concubines. You were the one who saved the kingdom from ruins by the hands of our weak father and stopped the hunger of the people-"

"But I started the massacre," Eriol grimly stated.

Chiho opened his mouth to argue, but Kazune put a hand on his shoulders and shook his head, causing Chiho to close his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Eriol-hyeong," he apologized, bowing his head low, his eyes sad knowing he had brought up bad memories of the past that should've been forgotten.

"...It's fine," said Eriol, a small smile creeping up his face. "Besides, it's not as though anyone will ever let me forget about it." He laughed. Hyeon-Ma lowered his head some more.

Eriol sighed. "It seems I keep getting visitors tonight," he commented. "Everyone just love coming at such wee houses of the night, don't they?"

Kazune smiled. "Well we're not supposed to let the humans know about us after all," he reminded. "So of course we'd have to work at night, nii-san."

Eriol pouted at him before turning to the door, where another male emerged.

"Oh finally!" he shouted with glee. "Someone is using the door for once! Although," Eriol frowned, "I wish he'd have more manners than to stomp like that, even if this is his land."

The older looking man finally made it into the light of the room to show that he had blood red hair, fair skin, and green eyes like the land. He was dressed in a bright blue suite with a white shirt and black tie underneath. Kazune noted that by the looks of his muddied boots, he may as well have ran all the way from London.

"Hello Scotland," said Eriol happily. "What, may I ask, brings you here today? You usually don't come to Hogwarts much, even if it's on your land, and thus, your responsibility. You just love making the representative of the UK, your little brother, do everything, don't you?"

The personification of Scotland narrowed his eyes at the smiling headmaster. "Ye," he accused, quickly walking over to Eriol and holding him up by his shirt collar, his eyes blazing with anger. "Whit did ye dae tae mah bairn brither, ye sleekit moggie (What did you do to my baby brother, you Sly Cat)?"

Eriol tiled his head in confusion. "England?" he inquired. "What do you mean 'what did I do' to him?"

Scotland shook him. "Dornt ye 'whit dae ye pure techt' me (Don't you 'what do you mean' me)." He shook Eriol. Hyeon-Ma tried to stop him, but Kazune held him back by the back of his shit and shook his head, his eyebrows knotted together in a sign of stress.

"Coz ay ye, mah bairn brither is wailin' oan th' grin. Openly wailin' in front ay his dratted brothers, an' cursin' 'at America's stupidity fur puttin' heem ben thes (Because of you, my baby brother is wailing on the ground. Openly wailing in front of his dratted brothers, and cursing that America's stupidity for putting him through this)," Scotland explained.

"An' Ah ken 'at he doesnae aft dae somethin' loch thes unless someain drove heem tae it. An' th' only bodie Ah can hink ay is ye, th' talkin' moggie mah wee bairn brither keeps talkin' abit (And I know that he doesn't often do something like this unless someone drove him to it. And the only person I can think of is you, the talking cat my wee baby brother keeps talking about)!" He threw Eriol back into his seat. This time, both Hyeon-Ma and Kazune made a move, but Eriol held up a hand to stop them.

"If nae fur ye whisperin' things intae his heed, he woods nae hae turned it loch thes (If not for you whispering things into his head, he would not have turned out like this)!" Scotland continued as Eriol picked himself up.

"You talk as though it was me who threw him into the ocean just to be rid of him, and caused him to start the Great British Empire," Eriol whispered off to the side. "Though I suppose he did want to get away from the all rain... And I honestly don't blame him for that, but..."

Scotland slammed his hands down on the desk, bring Eriol's attention back to him, and stared right into Eriol's eyes. "Sae teel me (So tell me)," he growled out. "Afair Ah teel Ivan (Before I tell Ivan)." Both Kazune and Hyeon-Ma seemed to cling a little at the mention of the personification of mother Russia. Eriol only stared, not afraid of the threat of facing the wrath of the Republic of Russia for harming his beloved brother-in-law. "Whit did ye dae tae mah bairn brither (What did you do to my baby brother)?"

Eriol took a deep breath before saying, "I thought you didn't care what happened to England, or the United Kingdom if we want to go for his official name, Scotland."

"Ah dornt (I don't)," he answered. "Scootlund doesnae caur whit Englain diz, whit Albion did, ur whit become ay heem. But Ah, Alistair Kirklain (Scotland doesn't care what England does, what Albion (another name for England/Britain, often referring to ancient or historical times) did, or what becomes of him. But I, Alistair Kirkland)..."

Eriol looked up at him with calculating eyes of satisfaction and big smile on his face.

"... Caur fur wee Arthur (Care for little Arthur)," he finished. "Ahh god damn it! Ye gart me say it, ye lift moggie (You made me say it, you sly cat)!"

"Well, it seems you do love him after all," said Eriol, looking down at his desk to cheek for many bumps from being hit on twice by two powerful beings. "But then again, you did raise him. If only you could show him that instead of pushing him away..."

"It's nae loch Ah hud much ay a choice (It's not like I had much of a choice)," muttered Scotland, his eyes staring out the window and into his land.

"Yes," agreed Eriol, also looking out the window. "But if you hadn't pushed him so, he won't have conquered more than half the world and became such a great world influence and power, I suppose."

Scotland chuckled. "Loch ye didne dae anythin' either (Like you didn't do anything either)," he said. "Followin' mah bairn brither aroond, disguised as a talkin' moggie an' teachin' heem things. 'En, ye drove heem up th' dyke wi' aw yer secrets an' mysteries. Efter 'at, ye be leadin' heem tae seelin' his sool an' loyalty tae ye afair finally, ye ignited th' Sassenach Civil Wars (Following my baby brother around, disguised as a talking black cat and teaching him things. Then, you drove him up the wall with all your secrets and mysteries. After that, you lead him to selling his soul and loyalty to you before finally igniting the English Civil Wars)!" Alistair's eyes sparked as he leaned down to look Eriol in the eyes, a smile on his face. "Nae ferlie he hates ye. Ah still gotta thenk ye fur 'at wee trooble aw in a body year, thocht (No wonder he hates you. I still have to thank you for that little trouble all in one year, though)." He made a fist with his hand, tempted to hit Eriol for the pain of the two civil wars happening in one year.

Eriol merely smiled back innocently and Alistair moved back to standing straight. He sighed and shook his head.

"If only Ah dornt hate ye tay (If only I don't hate you too)," he whispered, opening his eyes to look at Eriol. "Than mebbe we coold've bin stoatin friends an' bully wee Artie together (Than maybe we could've been great friends and bully little Artie together)." His eyes trialled off to the side to see the other two retreating back at Eriol's command.

Eriol laughed and waved his hand to tell his two brothers to leave. The two bowed before walking backwards and disappearing into the darkness.

"If that was the case," said Eriol. "Than Arthur would break for sure." Alistair laughed. "As for what I did," this got Alistair to stop laughing and looking at Eriol with all seriousness.

Eriol sighed and walked around his desk to look out the window. "You needn't worry about it," he assured, turning back to Alistair with a serious look on his face. "I only released some of Arthur's sealed up powers. And you know what happens when too much comes back all at once. Especially considering his correct condition..." Eriol sighed. "But I also placed a very heavy burden on him. So heavy that you can even call it a curse if you'd like... After all, Arthur cannot tell them, nor could he let them know before time is called.

"But you needn't worry," he smiled. "Everything will be find. Everything will go back to the way they once were."

"Gang back?" questioned Alistair. "Ye dornt pure techt (You don't mean)-..."

Eriol craned his head back to look at the blue moon overhead. "The Church has been very active lately." He looked at Alistair. "It was only a matter of time before they find us, find out about us and come for us. Before that happens," he walked towards Alistair and stared him in the eye. Alistair moved back from the intensity of it all, "we must be ready."

Eriol turned and walked back to his chair. "And if that means opening the Gate of Inferno to unlocking the memories of the others, no matter what it takes, I will do it. Even without his orders..." He looked up towards the painting of a smiling woman with black hair and purple eyes, holding a peony flower in her hands. "In order to protect what she loves... What they all love and sacrificed their lives for." He turned back to Alistair. "Well you help me, Alistair? Help me protect this family of ours? Well you help us?"

Alistair stared at Eriol for a moment before going down on one knee and bowing to Eriol. Ay Coorse, Laird Eriol (Of course, Lord Eriol)," he replied with all seriousness before looking up with a smile on his face. "Efter aw, Ah was awreddy in thes when Ah got myself, an' mah fowk involved wi' ye troaps. Ah cannae back it efter comin' thes far, noo can Ah? Besides (After all, I was already in this when I got myself, and my family, involved with you guys. I can't back out after coming this far, now can I? Besides)," he shrugged, "Ah still hae tae gie mah sool back (I still have to get my soul back)."

Eriol laughed wholeheartedly at that. "Than let us hope to have a great Halloween this year." He held out a glass of whitish yellow liquid to Alistair, who smiled widely, his eyes gleaming, and stood up, taking the glass with all happiness. Then, both men processed to drink from their cup, together under the moonlight.

Arthur walked down the dark steps leading down to his basement, all the while holding his chest and sweating from the overwhelming power that was his.

"Curse that America," he cursed. "And to bloody hell with that Cherisher Cat for this... Ack," he growled out in pain. "Tch, that Alistair. Not back yet... Probably drinking rum with that Cat and having bloody merry time laughing at my expense, no drought... Ahh, curse this pain... Curse that little git for wanting freedom. No wonder he's the bloody United States of bloody America. Why Alfred, why...?" Tears welled up in his eyes as Arthur pushed forward into the darkness with a heavy heart.

"Onii-chan," shouted Tomoyo, running towards Toya and the others standing in the middle of the room with the 3-dimensional picture of the spiral in the center.

"Tomoyo," smiled Toya. "How was your visit to Arthur's house?"

Tomoyo smiled. "I think Luna and I may have left him bleeding on the ground, but it's alright," she brushed it off. "He's an immortal and one of us, after all. He'll survive."

"Speaking of which," spoke up another male voice. Tomoyo looked past Toya and Yukito to see a man standing next to a child, both having back hair and eyes with the child also wearing glasses and messing with his tablet. "Where is Luna?"

"Chrono-kun, Minoru-chan," greeted Tomoyo, skipping over to them. "Luna-chan went to Italy with Blaise-kun and Theo-kun."

"Oh," said Toya, his eyebrow raised. "And how did Draco take that?"

"Hmm, he wasn't very happy about it, but Oto-sama sent him to Germany with Elvin-kun."

"Ahh, his love rivals," smile Yukito.

"Not really," said Chrono. "Considering that demon has eyes on someone else and not Luna."

"That poor innocent soul," said Minoru. "Falling pray to uncle Elvin and becoming his witch instead of staying the saint that she was..."

"Chrono, how's everything been," asked a new voice as Takachiho walked into the room.

"Hello uncle Chiho," said Tomoyo.

"Tomoyo," said Takachiho, a warm smile on his face. "How was your trip to Arthur's house?"

Tomoyo smiled. "Fine, thank you," she replied.

Takachiho nodded his head before looking at the spiral again. "How are the Church doing?"

"They're advancing," answered Minoru, his eyes still on his tablet. "At this rate, the Witch Hunt will start again..."

"And it'll be worse than the last one," said Toya, his eyes hardening as he looked at the spiral.

THE END

Sorry if I don't have the accent correctly. I'm not British or Scottish.

If you want to know what happens next, look forward to In Search For Freedom a Hetalia fic that I'm currently working on and well be updating soon, hopefully. It's a kind of sequel to this, or at lest refers to some things from this chapter. While another story I plan to write (but haven't started), also a Hetalia fic, but Xover with Harry Potter, refers to what happened at Hogwarts and the Kirkland family.