A/N HAHAHA! NEW CHAPTER NO JUSTU! USUK BUNDLE HERE FOR YA! Mainly how they would've gotten together in my mind. This chapter is my sorry present, because of leaving you guys for Paris...
Harry perspective
Harry found himself standing next to Ron and Hermione in a vast field. Suddenly, in walked two young men, eighteen or nineteen years. They were Francis and Professor Kirkland, the duo were staring at something in the grass.
Harry gestured for Ron and Hermione to follow him closer. Harry saw Kirkland open his mouth to speak.
"Do you think he's a new nation?" Francis nodded.
"Oui, 'e 'as my eyes and my 'air!" Francis boasted.
Harry peered closer at the grass, there was a toddler. A toddler that looked like Alfred.
"You git! He has my hair!" Arthur snapped. "I'll take care of him France!"
"Ohononononononon! Do not be absurd Britain! I will look after 'im!"
"Why don't we let him decide!" Kirkland pointed to the toddler.
Arthur and Francis tried to encourage the toddler to come to them. He finally crawled towards Francis.
"Ha! Take zat Angleterre!" Francis stuck out his tongue and started walking off with the toddler in tow.
Arthur crawled up in a ball, and started crying. The toddler noticed this and crawled towards him. The toddler lifted up the professor's head.
"Don't cwy Engwand." He said in a soft voice. Kirkland smiled, wiping away tears.
"I'm not. See?"
There was a blur as the memory changed.
"Bloody hell! What's happening?!"
"Ron, the memory is changing."
The trio were now standing in a large house, suddenly the Alfred they knew ran past them... and straight through them.
"Now I know how Nick feels..." Ron commented.
An older Kirkland ran round the corner, his face was red and he was clearly out of breath.
"America, you git!" He yelled. "Come back here and get into that bath!"
"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO ANYTHING IGGY!" Alfred's head popped out of nowhere.
"If you don't wash, none of the girls will want to go near you." Arthur joked. Alfred just shrugged at this.
"And I don't like girls." Alfred smirked, Kirkland's jaw dropped. "COZ GIRLS ARE SMELLY!" He continued on running.
Kirkland smiled and ran after him, through Ron.
"COME BACK HERE YOU YANK!"
The memory changed again. They were on a battle field, the other Alfred and Professor Kirkland were opposite each other, holding guns and wearing military uniforms. Alfred spoke up.
"I thought you were great." He sneered. Arthur sighed.
"America, this is all just a joke. Put the gun down, we can go home and forget all about this." He said sternly.
"You don't get it, do you England? I WANT INDEPENDENCE! I want to be a free country! You've just been using me! You always have! Right from day one!" Alfred fired a shot at Kirkland. Kirkland fell as if in slow motion, the look in his eyes was one of a heart-broken teenager.
"Alfred..." Hermione whispered.
The memory changed yet again, the trio were now in a meeting room. Professor Kirkland was sitting there alone, in a green army uniform from WWII. In walked other Alfred, he smiled nervously at Kirkland.
"Hey... England... So..." He rubbed the back of his neck. Arthur just glared at him.
"What do you want? You wanker!" Harry knew that was a bad insult, but not quite sure what it meant though.
"I don't want anything!... I missed you." Alfred breathed. He pulled Kirkland into a hug, Arthur struggled.
"Let go of me! Imbecile!"
"I missed your nagging, I missed your voice and the way it made me calm, I missed your eyes and the way they bore into my soul, I missed every single little detail about you, from your eyebrows to your bad cooking. I missed you England, I truly truly missed you."
Arthur seemed to stop writhing at this. He looked Alfred in the eye.
"I missed you too. Never ever scare me like that again." He gently placed his lips onto Alfred's. Alfred seemed shocked at the beginning, but settled into it.
The two stayed like this for ages, Harry thought he was going to puke. When the older Matthew walked in.
"I-is anyone h-here yet? OH MAPLE GET A ROOM!"
Alfred and Arthur just laughed it off.
The scene changed again, to a bedroom. Other Alfred and the professor were sitting cross legged facing each other on the double bed.
"God dammit Artie, we have to tell them some time!" Alfred yelled.
"No! Do you have any idea how my family would respond? Have you MET the United Kingdom? If you want to know why gay marriage isn't legal, ask them! You know bloody well they're all a bunch of homophobes. Scotland's straight, Wales is straight, ROI is straight, N. Ireland is straight, Cornwall is straight, and there's no doubt Sealand will be straight too! You don't understand, you never will." Kirkland hugged his knees, a childish act for a teacher.
"I know... I guess it's easy for me. I only have Canadia, and he knows. Look, if you really don't wanna talk about that. Why don't you tell me how much you love me?" A cheeky grin was plastered on Alfred's face.
"I love you, America. I have loved you for a thousand years." Kirkland wrapped his arms around Alfred. "And I will gladly love you for a thousand more."
The bedroom disappeared, and was replaced with a living room. Six people were sitting in a circle. The people in the family portrait.
"Okay! England, truth or dare?" Pressed other Jenna. Arthur swallowed some liquid from his glass.
"Truth." He laughed drunkenly, as he was.
"Okay! Umm... Are you with someone at the moment?" Jenna questioned.
"Of Course! I'm with you horrible lot!" Kirkland laughed again.
"She means in a relationship! Ya eejit!" The Scotsman, Alistair, smacked Arthur on the back.
"Oh god... You just HAD to go there, didn't you Corny?"
"Answer the lass's question! Or is big tough England scared like the wee babby he is!" Alistair laughed, downing a glass.
"Fine, I'll tell you. Because I'm not a 'wee babby' as you put it, Scotland." Arthur took in a deep breath. "I'm with America."
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Yelled the welsh boy. "What the hell made you want to be with THAT lunatic?!"
"HE'S NOT A LUNATIC WALES!" Kirkland cried.
"Don't be so hard on him Wales! He's in love! You can't decide who you love!" Jenna sided with Arthur.
"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T WANT TO BE PART OF THIS FAMILY ANY LONGER! YOU'RE ALL IDIOTS AND CAN GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE!" 'Wales' stormed out of the room, leaving a crying Professor to be comforted by the four people left.
Once again, the living room disappeared, this time becoming the bedroom again. Arthur and other Alfred were sitting on it, in absolute silence. Kirkland suddenly pounced onto Alfred.
"Dude, what're you doing?" Other Al licked his lips.
"I'm taking the lead. You always have all the fun. I want a turn." Arthur grinned with something Harry couldn't describe in his eyes.
"Hey! Are you saying you don't have fun? All the girls said I was tons of fun!" Alfred protested.
"And what girls would these be? You haven't been cheating on me, have you America?" Arthur pouted, that looked so wrong on a teacher.
"Why would I cheat on you? These girls came waaaay before you!"
"You dated someone without my permission? Alfred, I may be your lover, but I'm still your father figure, and I never gave you permission to date. Let alone 'have fun' with your dates!"
"How else do think I got so skilled? It's not like I would ASK anyone we knew!"
"I thought you were using Google to be honest." Arthur planted a kiss on Alfred's lips. Ron looked like he was going to barf.
"You can use Google for that? Is that how you know how to do it to? Because as far as I know, I was the first to get you laid." Alfred flipped them over, so that he was now on top.
"Shut up and kiss me you bastard!" And Alfred did just that,
In walked someone.
"Hey America, I've got something to tell yo- OH MAPLE NOT AGAIN! ALFRED THIS IS MY ROOM!" It was the other Matthew...
Suddenly, the trio were pulled out of the pensive.
They turned around to face an angry Professor Kirkland.
"What do you think you were doing?!"
"N-nothing sir! W-we were j-just looking! We d-didn't mean to do anything b-bad!" Hermione stuttered.
"Anything bad, eh? I'd give you detention, but I'd rather you tell me what you saw." Professor Kirkland gestured to three stools near his desk.
"We saw you and Francis in a field, with a toddler. You were arguing over who was going to look after him." Harry started. Kirkland nodded.
"And then we saw Alfred in our year running through a corridor, and you were chasing him, trying to get him into a bath. He then said something about not liking girls..." Ron added. Kirkland's mouth formed an 'O'.
"He would say anything to get out of washing... Most of it was true.." Arthur smiled. "Continue please."
"After that, you two were on a field, but Alfred was an adult. He shot you, with a riffle!" Hermione blurted. Kirkland frowned.
"The war... I was disappointed... Yet proud of him at the same time. He thought I'd used him, I just loved him too much to let him go..."
"Then you were in a meeting room, and things got a bit awkward..." Kirkland blushed.
"Don't judge me, that boy is, was and always will be persuasive. You didn't see anything worse than that did you?"
The trio shook their heads quickly. The professor smiled.
"Good, good, now head straight back to your dorms. Oh, and tell Mr Jones that his eagle keeps leaving me presents."
Hero perspective
The hero was walking towards the kitchens, because he was heroically hungry! Not because Cornwall had put him up to it or anything...
America had just reached one of the weird staircase things, when he thought he saw something rustle in the bush behind him. There was only a black dog there.
"Hey there dude! I'm America! But you can call me Alfred! Ha! What am I saying, you're a dog. Dogs can't talk!" America laughed, the dog tilted its head to the side, tongue poking out of its mouth.
"Alfred?!" Came a voice behind the hero. He turned around suddenly. No one was there.
"England, is that you dude?" America asked. "Iggy? Artie? Britain? Arthur? Seriously? Who is it?!"'
Suddenly, Harry's head popped out of nowhere, followed by Hermione and Ron's.
"HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE! You guys are only heads!" Then the rest of the trio's bodies appeared. "Dude, thank goodness. What're you guys doing out? Sneaking off to the kitchens too?"
The trio looked between each other, like they were debating to tell the hero the truth!
"Hey, if you dudes have a threesome, I'm totally okay with it. I don't judge." The three immediately shook their heads. "So... Not threesome? Prank on the Slytherins?" They shook their heads. "Nope... Oh god... You didn't go into Artie's room?" They nodded quickly. "Did you look in the pensive?!" They nodded slowly. "What did you see? Tell me the complete truth."
"Francis and the professor were standing in a field, and there was a toddler, who looked like you. The professor was asking about nations and then they started arguing about who was going to look after him. And in the end the baby went towards the professor." Ron said.
"Oh dude, seriously? Francis and Iggy couldn't even be together without fighting before I arrived. Good ta know I didn't change things between them!" America flashed them his hero smile. "I wonder what life would've been like if I'd have chosen Francis..."
"Wait... That baby was you?! I thought so!" Hermione smiled. "You were so cute!"
"As Iggy often tells me. He says 'Alfred, why can't you be little again? You were so cute and innocent back then. Now I don't even trust you near my bedroom.' But then we laugh it off, and go to Macky Ds!" Ron looked confused at Alfred's statement, so he heroically changed the subject. "So... Did you guys see anything else?"
"Yes, there was a corridor and present day you was running down it. Then professor Kirkland appeared and it looked as if he'd run a marathon. He was shouting something about washing and joked that if you didn't wash, none of the girls would like you. You replied something about not liking girls and stuff..." Harry took his turn to fill the hero in.
"He still made me wash! I mean, I don't care how GIRLS like me. I just care about how this one guy likes me..." America facepalmed. "Agh! How could I be so stupid! You're too young to understand gays."
"Okay... The next memory was scary and confusing. The other Alfred and the professor were standing opposite each other on a battlefield. The other Alfred was sneering and Professor Kirkland looked devastated, like he could break down and cry. At the end of the memory... The other Alfred shot the Professor." Hermione nervously twiddled her fingers. "All the ones after that were more confusing than the first."
"The... War... He still hasn't gotten over it. I guess it wasn't all his fault... Or all mine either... I just shouldn't talk about it. Too emotional, way too emotional." The hero looked up. "Any others? Seeing as you mentioned others."
"Well... There was a meeting room, and professor Kirkland was sitting in the room alone. When the other Alfred walked in, they started talking, when other you pulled the professor into a hug. He tried to resist and get out of it, but other Alfred just kept whispering things in his ear. Then the professor gave in and they kissed... Until other Matthew walked in." Ron muttered, turning a pale green.
America's hand rose to his lips, which had curved into a smile.
"Damn Matt always ruining my fun." He whispered too quietly for them to hear. "No comment on that, any others?"
The three nodded, but like they didn't want to tell.
"Oh god... You didn't see a meeting did you?! Seriously! Tell me you DID NOT see a G8 meeting!"America grabbed Harry's shoulders. Harry shook his head wildly, Alfred let go. "Sorry, so... What DID you see?"
"We saw a bedroom, the other you and Professor Kirkland were sitting on a bed... And were talking about telling 'them' whoever 'they' were." Harry shrugged. "Apparently 'they' were homophobes, which I think means scared of gays..."
"Oh LOL! I never thought of it that way, wait. How do you know what homo means? Because I didn't find out until Artie told me! And from what I've heard, your relatives don't really tell you a lot." America pressed, Harry blushed. "Duuuuude! No way in hell! Epic! You can totally join the club!"
Hermione and Ron looked confused, as if they didn't know what was going on.
"Don't stare at me like that! I was going to tell you!" Harry blushed deeper.
"Dude, I'll ask you more later. But right now, any other 'delightful' memories of dear old Artie?"
Hermione nodded, her turn to speak. Did they always talk in a cycle?
"There were six people, in a living room. The girl who looked like an older Jenna, asked the professor truth or dare. I think they may have been drunk. But when the professor answered the question, the Welshman shouted at him, told them he didn't want to be part of their family anymore."
Alfred immediately frowned. "I always knew that Wales could over react... But to say something like that... What was the question? And what was Arthur's answer?"
Ron gulped, before answering: "the question was 'Are you seeing anyone?'" America nodded, heroically hoping England had lied, but because of Wales' reaction... That option was impossible. "The Professor's answer was 'America.' And then the Welshman went berserk."
"Seriously?! Wait... You said they were drunk. That explains a lot. Alcohol makes your emotions crazy... I know. I've been drunk on many occasions." Alfred stared at the bush behind him. "Hey! Where'd the dog go?"
C-Canada perspective...
Canada was sitting in his dorm room, nervous about what America could be doing.
"What's wrong?" Asked a white bear cub.
"Nothing's wrong Kumajiki." Canada stroked the bear's fur. "I'm just thinking..."
"About who?" Kumagoku pawed at Canada's glasses. "The loud one? Or the stupid one?"
Canada giggled. "The stupid one, who knows what he's got himself into..."
Someone threw a pillow at him.
"Go to sleep! You gay yank!" They growled.
"I'M CANADIAN!" Matthew threw the pillow back, harder. Whoever had thrown it shut up instantly.
"You told him Cananada." Kumajirou gave a bearish grin. Matt smiled kindly back at the bear.
"Night Mr Kumaji."
"Night Mattie."
~Time skiiiiiiiiiiiipppppp~
Canada awoke to silence, an empty dorm. There was a knock on the door, Matthew jumped and went to answer it. Standing before him was the hippy from Bob's Riddikulus charm. She was smiling, while holding a letter close to her chest. Canada looked at himself, he had self consciously the night before put on his PruCan forever shirt and was wearing it as a night gown.
"This is for you." She smiled, but didn't open her mouth, hiding it behind her sleeve. "Tell Gilbert I said hi." She turned to leave.
"How do you know Gilbert, eh?" Matt asked.
"I don't, but he's enough like my brother to let me like him." She turned around grinning, without the hand, which automatically returned to its place over her mouth. "I'm Amber by the way. Amber Leonard." She ran away waving with her unoccupied hand.
Canada had noticed something strange about her as she had opened her mouth, two pearly white fangs. A vampire.
Lithuania perspective
Lithuania was calmly eating breakfast, when Poland rushed towards him.
"Liet. I have, like, something to tell you. In private." Poland pulled on his arm. "It's like, really important."
"N-now? Can it wait?" Toris tried to finish his cereal.
"No, I have to, like, tell you now!"
"Fine, I'll come." Lithuania followed Poland outside of the Great Hall, and behind a suit of armour.
"Okay... This is, like, hard..." Poland looked Lithuania in the eye. "Toris, I'm gay."
"I noticed. It's a bit obvious Feliks." Lithuania shrugged. "I don't really care, all that much."
"It's more than that Liet!" his blond friend pushed him into the wall. "I'm gay for you." Feliks crushed his lips onto Toris'.
Lithuania's eyes widened not knowing how to respond, this was his best friend. His gay best friend who loved him. So, Lithuania went with his instincts.
His hands went around Poland's neck, pulling the blond closer. Poland's hands went into Lithuania's hair, tugging and pulling. Liet let out a moan, causing Feliks to smirk. Toris tried to turn so Feliks was against the wall, but failed and caused the suit of armour to fall over.
"Oh my!" Screamed a passing somebody. Toris broke the kiss to look at said somebody. It was Professor McGonagall.
"Pr-professor!" Poland let go of Lithuania's hair. "Its, not what it looks like! I-I Liet! Help me here!" He grabbed Lithuania's hand.
"I-I'm sorry... PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Lithuania cowered. "I DIDN'T MEAN T-TO DO A-ANYTHING W-WRONG!"
"Lithuania, my hero." Feliks rolled his eyes. McGonagall just stood there. "What? Never seen two gays having a good time before?"
"25 points from Slytherin and Ravenclaw for inappropriate behaviour!" The Professor mustered. "Now get back to the Great Hall! You shouldn't be out anyway, what with the dementors and Sirius Black on the-"
"Sirius Black is like, innocent. Right Liet!" Toris looked at Feliks and nodded.
"Get to the Great Hall! Now!" McGonagall said firmly. Lithuania took Poland's hand and they ran towards the hall.
A/N ONCE AGAIN RANDOM PROVES SHE CAN WRITE ROMANCE! Mien gott! I'm frigging badass! Isn't that right?! ... Right? Right? RIGHT?! ... Ignored. :( LOOK YOU GUYS NOT COMMENTING HURTS MY FEELS GUYS! Yeah, so sometimes i don't reply, but sometimes I'm busy and forget to! It'd be awesome if by New Years Eve we get 100 comments!
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