Secret Nation

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (JKR) or Hetalia (Himaruya).

Summary: There were reports of a criminal young man running around the United Kingdom. He was wanted all over Europe for trying to kill several politicians. Of course to find out that the guy occasionally lived with England right under their noses was irritating. The guy knew Nations existed, and always insisted on calling England 'Albion'. How was anyone who didn't understand magic supposed to know Albion and Avalon had a long-standing connection and relationship?

"Talking"

Thinking

Arthur/Harry

Hints of Canada/Prussia/Hungary, Ame/Russ/Can, Russ/Can, Ame/Nat Ame, Hun/Austria, Can/Prussia, France/Everyone, Spain/Romano, Ger/Ita, Sweden/Finland (well maybe not all of these just yet)

Timeline/Important dates notes (these were originally for myself, I'm not very good regarding American history):

1607 Great Britain colonises America

Salem Witch Trials: Feb 1692 to May 1693

American War of Independence/Revolutionary War: April 1775 to Sept 1783

Independence Day: July 4th 1776

American Civil War: April 1861 to May 1865

P.S: Beware the in-your-face slash; though its not graphic and more implied, there is still yaoi/malexmale of the hand-holding type). Hetero preferals, avoid this chapter for your own comfort and sanity (serious prior to my foray into slash fics I came across a Sladin on mediaminer and was horrified and sickened. So yes, hetero-preferals I can understand your revulsion though I myself no longer suffer/experience it) get your arses out of here now.

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Hetero-preferals gone? Okay, carry on.

Arthur?

Harry wakes up in Kings Cross Station, to the little horcrux and Dumbledore's spirit. The place shimmers and ripples. Harry blinks as Dumbledore suddenly stops mid-word. "Ah, do you remember yet Harry?"

"…I…I think so? Did you always know, sir?"

"I wasn't sure until your third year, the Tournament confirmed it."

"Oh, the weird thing with Fleur…"

"Harry, it is not often that a normal wizard is able to resist the charms of a Veela before his maturity. It is even more unusual for the Veela in question to throw herself at the same wizard and not be offended when turned down. Let us not forget the Goblins rather strange fondness for you…or the first major clue being young Remus-"

"Snape's face was hilarious!"

"Oh Harry; only you would be able to distract a werewolf with a tennis ball."

"Professor, what do I do now?"

"Well, you can board a train and begin anew with another human lifetime…or you can go back. Though in your goals to sort out the Magical World you have become somewhat of a criminal in the eyes of the Muggle one, I do not think it will be simple to resolve."

"…Albion is gonna kill me, if he doesn't make me walk the plank."

"I do believe Mister Kirkland modernised with the rest of the world, Harry."

"He'll revert just to kick my arse. Despite the fact he's no longer a world superpower; the United Kingdom is still the focal point of the Magical World."

"Ah, young love."

"Oi! I'm older than you!"

"Of course Harry, of course."

"You're almost as bad as Pangaea was."

Arthur is awoken by his doorbell ringing at three in the morning. He swears and curses whoever it is, even as he opens the door, only to freeze at the sight of the century-absent Magical Nation.

Harry is greeted by a punch to the face and more swearing.

The Countries' bosses are pressing on them to work together to capture the International Criminal Harold 'Harry' James Potter. The man is still at large and extremely dangerous since he was able to gain access into otherwise secure premises and attempt assassination of several high level politicians and government agents/workers.

England however is suddenly feeling less easy about assisting. The face on America's PowerPoint presentation is the same face that is currently living with him between his attempts to restore stability to his endemic population. He's feeling even more uneasy when it turns out that some of the times that the criminal has struck political safe-houses, is also when he is not at Arthur's house.

Arthur can't really do anything, politically his hands are tied. He is harbouring a global fugitive in his house (on occasion) but that fugitive technically isn't breaking any laws because he's a Nation dealing with the ramifications of a civil war. It just happens to be that his national borders are extremely loose and mostly hypothetical. Every nation in the world has a magical side, but not all National personifications are aware of that community. Wizards tend to grow up around the people of their location and identify with that populace, so they call themselves say Hungarian, but this does not make them Hungarian. Not completely at least if they are muggleborn or half-blooded. Pure-blooded wizards are considered pure as they can trace their family line back to Avalonian origin; England, Norway and Romania tended to have the highest concentration of pure-bloods within their borders due to the agreement they had with Avalon first teaching them magic.

But Avalon had a lot of reason not to trust the mundane countries. He also had a lot of reason to declare war if he so desired, but Avalon tended to avoid conflict with humans. Well, as long as those humans didn't do anything to his citizens.

Germany had managed to shout everyone into a compliant level of quietness to continue the discussion on what they'd do to track and eventually subdue the fugitive. However, in their usual loudness the countries had been unable to hear the commotion going on outside their conference room. With the new level of calm they could hear the noise from the corridor and the rest of the building. Gunshots and screaming, England would like to complain about how typical this seemed to be becoming for his former colony.

America being worried about his population moved and opened the door first. He was promptly kicked back into the room, a messy-haired head of black locks and startling green eyes dressed in what looked like leather crossed with black and green crocodile skin boots entered into the room, looked at them all, "Nope, none of you. Relax kids, I'm not after you. Go back to your pin the tail on the donkey or whatever it is you kids do nowadays." He blinked with a grin at the PowerPoint presentation of the international criminal on the wall. "Ha, they managed to catch my good side!" Before backing away and closing the door on his way. There seemed to be the sound of more doors opening and closing as the man searched that floor of the building. He managed four doors before the countries rallied with a cry of-

"After him!"

England sometimes wished that Avalon had never taken particular interest in him all those centuries ago. But the scream of the magical nation's latest target forced him to join in what he knew to be fruitless attempt to corner and capture the man. Avalon was the oldest nation in the world; he was even older than several landmasses. He still remembered the day the fairies led him to a glen where a child almost in his teens waited for him.

"So you must be the one my folk have been speaking of, you are Albion are you not?"

"Y-yes…"

"That settles things then. Let's become mates."

"Mates?"

"Yeah, I think your kind call it hand fasting. Come on, we'll be together forever from now on. As my mate you get to learn stronger magic than anything I've yet to teach the others of your kind."

"But, hand fasting is between a man and a woman."

"We're mates, for my kindred we don't really care for that segregation. With our mate we finally become whole."

"Why me, everybody hates me, they throw rocks."

"Because you are Albion, and I am Avalon."

Arthur almost face-palmed, Harry was not being subtle at all. He had an English bastard sword strapped to his back in a black leather scabbard, in fact that sword looked-oh Merlin no.

Harry cornered his latest victim-likely another follower of Voldemort's global regime trying to infiltrate the Muggle world's political spectrum-and unsheathed the breathtakingly beautiful sword. No human hand could have crafted such a blade, but Arthur knew it was nothing compared to another sword sitting in one of his lakes. A gift given to him to signify their union, their hand fasting. Arthur gave Harry the first bloodlines of his future pure-bloods, and Harry gave Arthur the sword of a king.

The red-tinted bastard sword was encrusted with jewels and engravings. Made by goblin hand and craft, still nothing could ever compare to the sword that was forged literally using Avalon's blood. Harry wielded the Sword of Godric Gryffindor without flaw, but Arthur remembered how much more lethal Harry was with a dagger. Daggers after all resembled teeth and fangs more in shape and weight than a sword.

The probably-a-Death-Eater's head was smoothly and cleanly lopped from his shoulders, body and head falling in synch. The magical nation flicked his sword to dislodge the blood, causing it to splatter further up the walls. He had just finished sheathing his sword when Alfred tackled him. When two superpowers clash it gets ugly, when a mundane and the magical superpower clash, it turns into a one-sided display of challenger's folly. The tackle was successful, the resulting broken right arm, nose, fractured jaw, black eye and dislocated shoulder along with severe abdominal bruising were proof enough to the Nations that this guy was no ordinary assassin.

That fact only his clothes were rumpled further cemented the fact this guy was way out of any human range. They briefly considered he was a parallel nation, but he spoke in a very light British accent and Arthur's counterpart Oliver had unfortunately already been a previous visitor to their world once before.

The green-eyed assassin jumped out of the window and vanished after they lost sight of him, literally he was gone.

"We're going to need a better plan." France decided as everyone was torn between watching over the critically injured America and trying to search for the overpowered criminal.

Arthur always knew that Avalon would have issues with Alfred. Arthur had tried to stop the burnings and hunts, but Alfred had been rebellious and decided in an act of defiance to get involved personally. Native America already weakened from America's strengthening, only left alone because she had been wild, raw and so very magical, she had the ability of a metamorphagus. She'd slip from her natural Native American appearance to look like what Arthur had always imagined his and Harry's children would look like. Green eyes and long windswept obsidian tresses…America hunted that Nation down and burnt her into an unrecognisable mess. She only existed in pockets now, barely recognisable to the wild and untamed beauty of magic that Avalon had created millennia ago when he left magic to prosper on the landmass. Native America was crippled.

Harry arrived to Arthur's house, specifically his bedroom with a pop of displaced air. Arthur almost jumped, because he was a wizard too but he was half naked.

Avalon continues his cleansing of the corrupted wizards. He admits he misses the days of yore, before he had to hide. "Hey, Albion," the magical entity spoke up the next morning as he greeted England with his version of an English breakfast, which basically swapped the orange juice or tea for pumpkin juice, and the chicken eggs came from golden-egg-laying magical chickens. Avalon's food always tasted slightly silkier and empowering compared to his own, though that might be because it contained magic to enhance its flavour. His cooking had admittedly been influenced by Avalon's. No non-magical country or human had ever tasted Avalon's food, the magic within it being the only thing in it that made it edible. If you were magical then you just considered it tasty, if you were non-magical, like say America or France, then you'd choke on it and wonder how Avalon managed to survive since the dawn of the first sentient magical community.

England was used to his ancient name being used by Avalon, he only ever called him that or Arthur, even when he was an empire spanning across most of the world. He hadn't heard it for a while though because Avalon dropped off the map around the time of the Bore Wars, and hadn't resurfaced until a few months ago proclaiming he'd missed Albion but he was unable to remember because he'd been living the life of a human wizard with his favourite pureblood bloodline. England had only taken this all in and decided that punching his frustration with his errant magical companion was the only viable option.

He'd had to deal with the whole mess of two world wars-which had an undercurrent of magic in the second one, Germany didn't even know about it-the Cold War, though actually on that one Avalon just to spite America would've pushed for him to side with Russia. There was also the Magical World War that started to cause absolute mayhem and disruption in all the countries as Light and Dark wizards fought for supremacy over each other, it was a bleedin' civil war and Avalon was nowhere to be seen. There was a thankfully godsend of a lull in the civil war, a cease fire when the leader of the Dark Wizards, Voldemort got exorcised from his birth body by little Harold James Potter.

Harold James Potter who was actually Avalon playing mortal for the sake of his beloved Peverell-turned-Potter bloodline of pureblood wizards.

Avalon was lucky he didn't gut him for the whole mess. England had the worst time of it because he was the strongest of the magical countries; in the world of technology and muggles, England and America had a special relationship, but Avalon and England? They were married. Albeit by hand-fasting, but back in those days that was how you got married.

Ugh, the whole situation with Avalon was a great big mess. England took a gulp of pumpkin juice like it was liquid courage. He got started on his scrambled golden eggs, when Avalon decided to try and choke him without touching him physically.

"Let's renew our vows."

End of Chapter

I was umming and ahhing over sticking my crossover plots into this. Since I'm not getting any reviews, I thought screw it, no one obviously cares to give feedback or shout at me to update my other fics, so here you go, you can complain all you like now but you brought it on yourselves by giving no feedback.

Also, update on COS, I wrote eight hundred and seventy-three words earlier today. Mostly about Sakura and her Sasu/Saku feelings. Not a lot I know but the new plot is basically building on scratch because it's been ages and ages since I watched Naruto and even longer since I read Harry Potter.

But seriously, please feedback? Even though most of these are obviously plot ideas and not fully contructed things?