I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER NOR HETALIA, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTFUL OWNERS.

"Hello, England." The stranger said softly, looking over at Arthur with a solemn expression. The whole world seemingly forced itself into a halting stop, time, ever so slowly, ticking onwards as both Arthur and the man waited. Waited for that one moment, where the other breaks the delicate silence. An inward battle that was hard for Arthur to hold in, wanting to press onwards for answers that he was sure the other man had, but he chose to wait silently. Hoping that the other man would explain for himself why he knew such a closely kept secret...

His partner within the room sighed, running his right hand backwards through his medium legnth, scraggly hair, breaking the silence as Arthur was anticipating. This revealed a few more of his features that had previously been concealed by the mess of sandy, greying hair. A slim, hollow face lay underneath his unkempt hair, though not seeming to be because he was underweight. Dull brown eyes peered at him, with a suprising gleam to them, not matching the rest of his barren, dead looking face, nor the color itself, as though he was seeing a long lost family member for the first time in decades. Happiness. But how? He did not even know the bloke. As he was beginning to ponder, the other man in the room broke the silence.

"You truly do not remember me, do you?" He asked, though it seemed more as a self pitying statement. With resolve, Arthur shook his head.

"No, I do not. However, what I want to know is how you know me." Arthur firmly stated. However, the other only gently shook his head. "All in good time, my friend. Though going against what the quote says, I'm afraid we do not have much time." The man checked the brass watch upon his wrist. "I have a meeting with Dumbledore in a little more then an hour, and i cannot risk being caught just yet." He received a frustrated and curious glance from the country. Noticing the deathly stare from his companion, he raised his hands in front of him in a make shift white flag, though seeming amused while he did that. "I havent forgotten about you, dont worry, I'll still speak, though I cannot speak of specifics."

With a quick glance around, he waved his hand as an indication for Arthur to sit down. He grudgingly did so, not having bothered to do so at all if he had not been so hard pressed for answers. His companion seemed to notice that, and quickly restated "If you do not wish to sit down, by all means, you can remain standing." But, even through the offer, Arthur had already commited. He wouldn't show weakness, even to a trivial thing such as if he remained seating. Every little thing made a difference.

After both of them were situated, things finally got back to buisness. "Im sure you have many questions for me, and i will answer every single one that I can. However if I am unable to answer one, please forgive me." He said sullenly, as though something was genuinely effecting him, if only he knew what... Arthur had many questions flying through his head, though one was the main predominant one that would be required to start things off.

"Who are you?" Arthur said simply, deciding that it as a crucial question. The seemingly older man smiled, the slight wrinkles around his face becoming ever so more predominant. "That, my friend, is a tough question to answer. I can go by many things, however, you may call me Mikel."

"Mikel." Arthur repeated to himself, tasting the word on his lips, racking his mind for any recognition he may have of the name. A faint memory seemed to nuge against hsi mind, but as soon as it had came, it left, making him just lightly shake his head amd focus on other things.

"Where did you come from?" Arthur asked the man, Mikel. With a shake of his head, he patiently said "I'm afraid I cannot answer that, Arthur." The country cast a suspicious look onto the man, before trying again. "And let me guess, the reasoning for that is also off limits too?" He gruffly sighed, not trusting this 'Mikel' for a bit. The person in question shook his head again, frustrating Arthur further. "Then if you cannot speak of where you came from, I need to ask one thing of it. Did you tell anyone there of my existence as a country?"

Mikel hesitated. His breath caught up for a second, before forcing a small smile on his face. He tried to make a sound, but all he did was manage to inhale. After clearing his throat again, he finally found his voice "No, I did not."

Arthurs eyes flared, mockery and sarcasm dripping off of his voice like poison. "Oh, and I suppose that the reason you are concealing these crucial things from me is because you are planning me a suprise party to commemorate this wonderous occasion."

Mikel's eyes look downwards towards the ground, sighing lightly. He moves them back up to meet Arthur's, sincerity in his eyes. "I'm truly sorry Arthur. It's just that i had never expected for you not to remember anything. Of the past, of me, of anything. I apologise for not being prepared." He waited for a moment after speaking, seemingly expecting Arthur to say "Oh, its fine old chap!". However, nothing came. Arthur rapped his fingers impatiently upon the wood table beside him, waiting for the other man to continue. Arthur obviously was not pleased.

"I was telling the truth earlier. I did not tell them of your status. However..." he paused for a minute, seeming to weigh many things in his head. He closed his eyes for a moment, before uttering the words that made Arthurs blood run cold...

"They already knew."

Disbelieving eyes stared back at him hatefully. "Let me get this straight. You have come and talk to me about something that could very well mean millions of people finding out about my existence. So even after saying all of that, you are expecting me to believe that somehow they have found out about me without the help of a devoted member of their group."

The man made a slight snort at the word 'devoted', but besides that didn't make any immediate comments. Suddenly, a little ringing sound was heard throughout the room, making Mikel look back at his watch. He muttered a curse, before looking back at Arthur. "I'm afraid that I must be going in just a bit. After all, Minerva must be meeting with Dumbledore in twenty minutes." He fumbled through his pockets, before finally bringing out a small, crystal flask.

With a grimace, he pulled back his head a bit as he drank the murky red potion in one fell swoop. As he did so, his features started to distort, changing slowly into a more pointed, feminine physique. By the time the potion seened to be through with its effects, Arthur's eyes widened when he noticed who the man had morphed into... Minerva.

"Polyjuice potion really packs a punch." Said 'Minerva', wiping her lips off with a handkerchief. 'Minerva has been impersonated this whole time?' Arthur thought worriedly, mind racking, putting everything together. Thats when an idea struck him.

"Miner- I mean, Mikel." Arthur started, gaining their attention. "Were you the one who entered Harry's name into the goblet?"

Mikel seened to ponder that for a second, before shaking her head. "No, it was not. I am unsure myself who exactly did so, though I have my guesses as to who." She checked his watch again, tutting before looking back up to Arthur. "I am afraid I must take my leave now, things to do, an overly annoying person to see." She stated with a small smile, obviously meaning so as a joke. 'Nope, definitely not Minerva.' He thought to himself as he said those words.

"I think I may have time for one more question." Mikel said, looking a little impatient. He was tapping his foot on the hardwood floor, signaling Arthur to be as quick as he possibly could. With no more time to waste, Arthur asks one final question. "Are you truly as you say you are and am on my side?"

The 'woman' didnt even have to pause before nodding. "Yes, Arthur, I am. I always have and always will, no matter what happens." There it was again, he was mentioning some kind of relation between the two. It didnt seem as though he was lying, Arthur had many years of experience to be able to tell the difference of truth and lies, but one was never sure.

Mikel started walking towards the door, and as he opened it he looked back. "Remember, I am on your side. However things are at work here that I alone cannot stop, and whenever it happens, things may be catastrophic for everyone. Always keep on your guard... friend." And with that final word, Mikel left the room, leaving Arthur to ponder what exactly had just been said in these chambers.

I am EXTREMELY sorry everyone for when this chapter was put up! Its been AGES since my last one, but I have a very good reason for this. More then one, in fact. Life has absolutely sucked for me. We moved two states away, left my best friend I've ever had and my boyfriend, who has also been going through a lot, and my family has been strained, along with me having to get used to a whole new curriculum. -_- While that does not excuse me for months on end of not uploading, I wanted to tell you guys first hand on what has happened. From here on for a while, updates may be sporadic, but I promise I will try the best I possibly can. (Cue the angry mother hens.) With that out of the way, I'll tell ypu guys just a bit more about myself, and you are free, as always, to tell me a bit more about yourself too. I am what some of my friends call me a "partial hipster". I don't care for liking something that is extremely popular, I always first try out the diamond in the rough above all else. However, if something is legitimately good but happens to be popular, I will not shun it for that reason. I also cannot stand people who label themselves and others as things, such as jock, nerd, ect, because nothing in life is that simple. Woah, I have typed up a lot in this authors note, I suppose its a little apology for being gone for forever. Again, thank you guys for being so awesome to me!