Hello, this story is a lot more popular than I thought it would be and I'm very pleased with all the reviews! To make a few things clear, Jack the Ripper along with his five victims worked as spy's for England and they were trained by Northern Ireland. They all had their own reasons for working for England, Mary Jane Kelly saved England's life whilst working as a doctor but lost her husband soon after, causing her to drink excessively and eventually be fired from her job then evicted from her home.

So Mary Kelly moved to London looking for a new life and found England there who offered her a solution to all of her problems: become his spy and be paid handsomely, she had two houses and planned to retire later in life and move to her proper house leaving her less than savoury past behind her. Also, this fic is England they are my otp but I pretty much love any pairing involving England because he is an adorable tsundere.

Now, without further ado read and enjoy oh don't forget to review!

Alana's house, somewhere in Northern Ireland

"Portugal you are seriously useless" grumbled Arthur as he finished securing Northern Ireland's bandages as João sat sheepishly nearby on Alana's clover shaped armchair. They were in the living room and it was the greenest room João had ever seen. "Desculpe Arthur, I panicked but at least I was the one to find her and not my obnoxious brother" Arthur and Alana both started laughing, a musical sweet and rare sound- like angels singing.

Suddenly Arthur turned solemn "Alana do you know of a spy that goes by the name of The Artist?" Alana frowned "no why?" she seemed to be doing incredibly well for someone who had just been shot. "Well…."

The morning, a few hours before Alana was shot

Arthur ran his tongue across the blade thoughtfully, it was definitely Orison blood- the rogue Mafia member he had been tracking for a year now… but how had it gotten into his heavily guarded house along with a note? He reread the note his enchanting emerald eyes eyeing it cynically.

Dear Arthur Kirkland,

I know you don't know me bastard but I know you. Yes, that is just as creep as it sounds, deal with it. I shall not reveal my identity nor my name but know I am loyal to you IL mio amore. I have recently become your spy on my own terms, learn to love me bastard; because I'm not going to leave.

Ciao, the Artist.

Arthurs lips curled into a smile at the use of is old codename system, he had been The Young Master, Jack was The Ripper, Alana was The Silent Clover ( Matthew thought it was cool and called himself The Silent Maple leaf but that's another story) and now they had The Artist. Things just keep getting weirder and weirder. He sighed and ran a hand through his golden hair and worried his bottom lip. What was he going to do?

Back to the present

"Well it sounds like you have an admirer" said Alana, her and João where trying really hard not to laugh and they both knew if one looked at the other they definitely would-but then Arthur would get pissed. "don't laugh this is serious!" whined Arthur pouting like a petulant chid, causing João to pinch his cheeks and grin (still avoiding eye contact with Alana) "don't worry querido coelho im sure this person means no harm, just up the security and it'll be fine!" Arthur gasped and turned pale.

"João we have a meeting" João nodded with charming smile "yes, what about it?" Arthur glared "you realise we will definitely be late, don't you!" he hissed and João just laughed in his usual carefree way "sim but I can't be bothered with it anyway, let's just skip! Arthur hit him with a pillow and cursed "we need to get to the airport the meetings at Francey pants' place!" João frowned "sooooooo?"

Arthur grimaced "so if I don't get there soon France will blackmail me and make me owe him a favour by letting my absence slide!" João laughed in his usual carefree way "what's really wrong does he have dirt on you?" Arthur fell silent "OMG! He does doesn't him!" Arthur growled "leave it João." Portugal frowned "tell me~" he sang pouncing on the blonde Brit "leave. It." Arthur snarled his face completely scarlet. And so João let it go- for now.

Three hours later, at the meeting in France

"Iggy dude you're late!" yelled Alfred as England walking into the conference room with João behind him. "Dios mío Portugal! Why are you with el diablo Inglaterra!" yelped Spain pointing at the two dramatically drawing everyone's attention. Lovino watched the two very carefully out of the corner of his amber eyes, he already knew they didn't have THAT kind of relationship-João had a crush on the oblivious Arthur but it couldn't hurt to keep an eye on the competition. Ha! What was he thinking? Arthur would be his and his alone soon enough.

Hungary snapped hundreds of photos and squealed about "EngPort" and that they were "perfect together" causing South Italy to scowl even more and plan a painful death for the Mediterranean country but when Arthur smiled at him from across the table all thoughts of murdering Portugal left his mind and he focused on how perfect England was- hell he'd even be willing to bottom if it was Arthur… Mmm Arthur bottoming; now that was a delicious thought.

"Ve~ your drooling Lovi!" whispered Feliciano being quiet "oh shut up no im fucking not!" he hissed back just as quietly and his brother smirked "don't worry Lovi, just ask Inghilterra on a date! He'll say yes I know it!" said Feliciano encouragingly "drop the act Feli and tell me what you really think" deadpanned Lovino. "Ve~ Inghilterra is too good for you and fratello will be shot down~" sang North Italy and Romano clamped his hand over his brothers mouth going as red as one of Spain's tomatoes.

England raised an eyebrow when he heard North Italy practically shout he would shoot Lovino down but he didn't get it. Unfortunately for Lovino, everyone else did. The whole room erupted into chaos, Spain crying, Denmark summoning an axe from nowhere china swearing in Chinese that "the opium bastard was his-aru" many other nations glared silently and France was ohohohohohohon-ing in a scary (always perverted) way and snaked his arm around the oblivious Englishman beside him. Russia Kolkolkolked with a dark aura appearing and America stared in horror and crushed England into a massive hug "dude no way!" he yelled then went off into a rant that England tuned out in favour of a silent discussion with Lovino that went like this:

E-You okay?

NI-Yes bastard of course I am!

E-What the bloody hells got them all riled up?

NI-Dunno but the frog bastard is going for your vital regions

E-Not anymore.

This resulted in an unconscious Denmark (courtesy of Lovino who looked incredibly innocent) a broken armed Yao courtesy of Ivan who was rather proud of himself and finally France, getting beaten to a pulp in the middle of the conference room by England. Of course everyone watched England adoringly (minus a few bastards) and both Lovino and João grinned in satisfaction both knowing he had contributed to the chaos and Germany face palmed while the Yaoi fans snapped pics and squealed uncontrollably- Japan had already passed out from a nosebleed when Arthurs shirt ripped.

And once again, a meeting ended without anything productive happening, makes you wonder how any work ever gets done doesn't it?

Portuguese:

Desculpe= sorry

Querido coelho= darling bunny

Sim = yes

Italian:

IL mio amore= my love (hint hint)

Inghilterra= England

Fratello= brother

Spanish

Dios mío= oh my god

El diablo Inglaterra= the devil England