A/N: Sooo hey~ New chapter, I know I said I'd finish it by Halloween but, surprise I didn't. I just didn't have enough time to finish it. I sowwy :( But I promise this'll be finished soon... So on with the story~~

elizabeta H. Austria- Indeed magic~

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Arthur, I need your help." a voice called from the darkness, a single beam of light nearly blinding the sandy haired Brit.

"Who are you?! Why do you need my help?! Answer me!" Arthur yelled in frustration, turning around rapidly to find the source of the voice.

"I need you to slay the king's beast."

"The Jabberjaw?" Arthur asked, a shiver going up his spine at the thought.

"No, something even worse, a creature that lives off of the flesh of dead men. It's pure evil. And it will tear wonderland apart, bit by bit."

Arthur turned once more, feeling as if someone was standing behind him, "Why should I help you?! I have a whole list of people who are stuck in jail because of me! They're my first priority, not a voice in my dreams!"

"If you don't stop the beast it wont matter who's in jail, they'll all die!" the voice urged.

"But-"

"Arthur I don't have anymore time, please kill the beast! It's our only... help the... large... room...ow.." the voice broke up, the words becoming muddled together.

"Oi! What's going on?! Answer me!" Arthur yelled, receiving a pain filled screech in return, a large dragon like creature scrambled from under the soil, it's blue scales shining in the minimal light.

"ARTHUR!"

Arthur shot up with a start, panting heavily, sword in hand and pointed at Antonio's throat. He gulped as he felt his hands shake, his breathing becoming more regular. He lowered the sword, "S-Sorry."

Antonio shook his head, "It's fine, bad dream?"

Arthur rubbed his face with his palms, letting out a small chuckle, "You don't know the half of it."

Antonio smiled understandingly, "Get washed up, we're having a meeting on how we'll break the prisoners free."

Arthur nodded as he began to get dressed in his usual attire, it had been two weeks since Arthur had arrived at the castle, it seemed like an eternity, what with the back breaking training and mental drain on honing his newly found magic. So far he could only get the hang of healing spells, he tried to light a twig on fire... but the outcomes weren't at all in his favor. He stepped out of his room and made his way to the meeting chamber, finding Lovino and Feliciano standing outside. "There you are tea bastard! You better go now or they'll have your head!"

Feliciano pushed the Brit inside the room, "Ve~ Be real nice okay? Good luck~"

And with that the Brit was faced with a large table, half of the chairs filled with knight's and a few of the leaders. Arthur quickly sat next to Antonio and Roderich, "My apologize sirs, I did not intend to keep you waiting."

They huffed and turned back to Antonio, who sat at the head of the table, "This is our savior?" one asked, scratching his chin and surveying Arthur. "How can we trust him when he cannot show up for a meeting on time?"

Arthur flushed with embarrassment and stared at his lap, "He's the chosen one Nor, don't disrespect him, you know as well as I how he could easily leave us and join the other side. You know his power, he just hasn't tapped into that source yet. And with the help of his magic he is making great leaps toward being ready for war." Antonio said gruffly, staring the man in the eyes until he backed down.

Roderich pulled a scroll from his jacket and spread it across the table, "As you can see here, the picture is representing something that will come from the battle if Arthur stays on his correct path. With the help of Gilbert-"

"Pah! That traitor?! He's only lying to you, look what he did to Wonderland!" another man shouted, standing to his feet.

Roderich glared at the man who stood, "Traitor? He only did what was instinct, tell me that you did not fear the battle. Tell me not you wished to run and hide in the warm bosom of your mother, to hide from the bloodshed and death. Look me in the eye and say that he is not a greater man than you. He was the one who willingly trespassed into the red kingdom and stole the scrolls for our benefits, he's the one who searched for weeks without any sleep for his king, he's the one who is in jail, he is the one who has lost the one he loves most. Tell me that he is spilling his guts to the filthy men of the red kingdom to save his own hide without so much as a trace of uncertainty. He is more of a man than you ever will be, in fact if he were a traitor Arthur would be dead long ago and we'd all have lost our heads. So watch what you say you filthy swine."

The knight gaped at Roderich, at a loss for words until he sat down, his pride in tatters. Arthur let out a sigh, and smirked in satisfaction, if only Gilbert were there to see that. Antonio rested a hand on Roderich shoulder and nodded, "You're right amigo, Gilbert was one of Francis's closest friends, he'd never betray him. All who think otherwise shall leave immediately."

There was silence as no one moved, satisfied, Roderich continued, "As I was saying, Gilbert and I saw this illustration on the scroll." he showed them the picture of the lion that Gilbert had been all so frantic about, "We decided that it concerns the return of the king." the people at the table turned to each other and muttered a few things.

Antonio looked up to the brunette, "Are you sure?"

Roderich nodded, adjusting his glasses, "Yes, see here. The cradle, usually represents a child or a birth, with the addition of the kings colors, I assume it only means that the king is going to be reborn. The irises only prove it further, since they are the French national flower. Now the lion, we have to think more about. The lion serves the purpose of giving the newborn the flowers, meaning that the lion is giving it life or power. Now who is the lion? I'm not sure yet, I'm still working that part out, but I shall know soon I hope."

Arthur looked around the room, watching as the men talked to one another on the prophecy, "Er, Roderich?"

Roderich looked over to the Brit, "Yes Arthur?"

Arthur gulped as he felt the spotlight shine on him, "I've been having these odd dreams lately. And I recently had one, er, the person or rather voice in my dreams told me about a monster..."

Roderich nodded, "Go on."

Arthur looked to his lap and twiddled his thumbs, "Well, uh, the voice spoke about a creature that was pure evil, and lived of the flesh of dead men. The voice urged me to destroy this creature, otherwise Wonderland would be destroyed and everyone would die. Then I saw this... creature."

Roderich furrowed his eyebrows, "Creature?"

Arthur nodded, "It, it looked like a dragon, it had blue scales all over it's body, it was terrifying... but it seemed in pain..."

Roderich went silent, thinking about the dream, Antonio stood and coughed into his hand, "While we think about these two prophecies, what shall we do with the fact of our allies imprisonment. We can't afford to lose anymore troops."

"Are you sure we can trust them sir?" Asked a man, "the mad hare went AWOL in the war of 1987, and the door mouse has been diagnosed with tuberculosis, and we all know the cat's involvement in politics or war. Can we really trust them?"

Antonio sighed, "I know, but Francis trusted them with his life, why should we not? Now what will we do?"

There was silence for a while until Arthur looked over to Antonio, "We should have someone sneak in."

"That's a suicide mission," a knight said, "No matter how many people go, they'd be surrounded in a minute."

Arthur turned to the knight, "Then we'll have one person go, properly disguised. If Gilbert can sneak into the castle then who can't?"

Antonio nodded, "Sounds like a good enough plan, any other suggestions?" There was silence once more, "Good then this is what we'll do..."

Antonio stood above the crowd, "So we are going to infiltrate the Red Kingdom to save our men who've been captured. We need one brave volunteer to step up and take on this challenge." The crowd muttered to each other, yet no one stepped closer to the Spaniard, they were all frightened. Arthur looked to Lovino who shook his head, no one was going to volunteer, only a mad man would do such a thing. Antonio looked around the crowd, scanning for a single flicker of hope.

Arthur looked around as well, 'No one's going to bloody volunteer, then Gilbert, Ludwig, Angus, and Allistor will be killed.'

'Arthur.'

Arthur stiffened, great now this voice was talking to him while he was awake.

'Arthur, you're the one who has to go to the castle.'

Arthur gulped, 'Are you sure?' why was he even trusting some voice that could be fake? He had no idea, it just felt right.

'Oui, positive.'

Arthur let out a long sigh before making his way to the front, kneeling before Antonio, his heart racing and the murmurs of the crowd behind him, "I'll save them."

Antonio was silent for a moment before picking Arthur off the ground and raising his hand in the air, "Three cheers for our volunteer!"

The crowd roared in approval, causing the nervousness to dissipate in his stomach, he let out a sigh, 'I better live through this.'

Arthur evened his breath as he clung tightly to the cloak thrown over his shoulders. He checked his disguise again, surely they'd never recognize him... right? His red suit and tie clashed rather violently with his green eyes, his blonde hair was slicked back, showing off his trimmed eyebrows and to the side, a little curl stuck out, possibly held by a strip of tape, you could almost see sparkles in the air.

He let out a sigh as he pushed through the bushes, observing the football, as Americans call it, game. The king ran and threw the ball, it spiraling and reaching the twenty mark line. The crowd clapped as the other team bowed to his good throw, The king smirked as he grabbed the ball, running it to the line and throwing it to the bushes where Arthur hid. "Go and get it Ludwig!" he shouted, the burly German hurrying over.

When he saw Arthur he jumped, "Arthur?! What are you doing here?!"

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, "Getting you lot and anyone else out of here!"

Ludwig scowled as he picked up the ball, "Get out now, he'll know it's you!"

Arthur took the ball back, "Then act as if you found me snooping!"

"Like hell, he'll kill you in a heart be-"

"LUDWIG! WHERE IS MY BALL! HURRY UP OR IT'S YOUR HEAD!" The king shouted, bringing a chuckle from the crowd.

Ludwig nodded, "Yes sir!" he turned to Arthur, "Go now!"

Arthur pushed through and grabbed the ball, tossing it to the American King, "You have a good arm lad! Fancy a game against an old man like me?"

The king glared at Arthur, "Ludwig, who is he?"

Ludwig glared at Arthur and stammered for an answer, "U-uh."

"I'm Alejandro de Medici, I've recently found this kingdom from my journey of expulsion from my own kingdom." Arthur replied smoothly, shrugging calmly.

The king sneered at the Brit, contemplating the others appearance and story, "You wear the color of my kingdom."

Arthur looked down, "I do suppose so, in my kingdom we must wear a color that indicates our crime."

"What did you do?"

Arthur pulled the sickest grin he could muster, "I cut off a man's hand for touching what's mine."

There was silence until the King laughed, patting Arthur's shoulder, "You're a man through and through, what was it?"

"Alejandro, your highness."

The king smirked, "Know your place as well, I like you Alejandro, come let's celebrate our new friends arrival, you shall be the new pope, sadly our last one met a... gruesome fate."

Arthur laughed, "No tolerance for idiocy I see? Good man." he hugged the American and gave a wink to Ludwig who's jaw was on the ground.

The king laughed, "Yup, that's how it's done in my kingdom. I'm Alfred Jones, ruler of the red kingdom, the red king."

Arthur smiled, "Oh your legacy is well renowned in my kingdom, you're a legend there. I'm glad to see a legend also thinks the way I do."

Alfred laughed, "Oh you're the most cheerful person here Alejandro, come let's drink the night away!" there was a cheer as Arthur patted himself on the back for his skills, who knew that this would be the easy part?

A/N: You like?~~~ I hope so~~ Sorry this part was kinda boring and all talk :/ the real actiony stuff is coming up so don't worry~~ Who enjoyed Roderich's smack down?~ Man he's got some sass (or so I think :P) As always I love it when you guys review~ :) So yeah, I hope you enjoyed this bit, I should be putting up another chapter of 'What is a host club?' today as well~

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Oui- yes