Green Gelous: I am not gonna say anything because one: your going to kill me, and two: your going to hunt me down, torture me and kill me afterwards, and three: well you just plain kill me for not updating this. Ahahaha. But the good thing about it is that you don't know where I am so you can't kill me. Lolz. Anyway apologies must be in order for the loooonnngggg lack of updates but it can't be helped. At least I updated, right? Its what that counts! SO, its been nice seeing you and enjoy.

Warning: Did I forgot to mentioned that this is somehow AU and it is completely off the chart and not following the book? Because I forgot about that small tiny detail and it just occurred to me now. So yeah. The same usual warning. And oh yeah, my very own OC Philippines and I am a Filipina so I want Philippines in this story, so nyeah.

I believe its short for me since is just 3080 something words and I am not satisfied with that but whatever, its better than nothing right? So enjoy this.

Center Piece

By: Green Gelousy (Previously named Green is Envy)

Chapter 5: Two World's Collide

Arthur turned to face his husband, his beloved King Alfred. Alfred noticed the look in his Queen's eyes and gave him a loving, reassuring smile. Arthur returned the smile before wrapping his arms around his husband.

"Now, be good while I am gone, alright Alfred?" Arthur whispered softly into his ear.

Alfred scoff softly, "What am I? A kid?"

"Well, sometimes you acted like one." Arthur patted his husband cheek. He then turned to his Jack and his apprentice. "You guys know what to do, correct?"

Yao closed his head and bowed at him. "Do not worry yourself your Highness Alfred and I will take care of things here while you are away."

The young apprentice who is only but seventeen bowed deeply at her Queen. "My Master I will do my best as well."

"Thank you, Maria." Arthur patted the young girl on the head.

Maria was like a daughter to the Queen even though they weren't related through blood. She has dark hair that was tied into a braid and deep brown eyes. Her skin was a light tan as if she worked on the fields instead of working her magic underground. She wore the traditional Spade color to show her loyalty to her country and the Royal Family. She grew up in the middle of the forest where the Faeries had taken care of her when she was but a babe. The Queen was the one who found her and raised her as a The Spades' Magician. The Queen knew that this child was blessed by the Goddess of the Woods and he treated her with love and care. He knew that this child was precious.

That is why he trained her to be the next Magician to be the Queen's Right Hand just like how the Ace became the King's First Prime.

Arthur turned to face the pentagram that was written in gold dust. He stepped on it and muttered the incantation. Yao and Maria who were station in their place closed their eyes and muttered theirs. Alfred watched the lights danced together before it became too bright for him to see his Queen. He hoped that nothing bad would happen when they done the spell to transport Arthur to earth.

With one last word the lights instantly burst like fireworks creating a little light show that blinded everyone in the room. Maria squeaks, Yao shielded his eyes with his hands followed by the King as a wormhole opened before them sucking Arthur into it like a suction cup.

When it was over Arthur was already gone before they know it.

The night finally came for them.

They decided that they will leave by tomorrow night since the journey and lack of preparation needed to be done. Harry was sent off to bed after they decided that they will leave by tomorrow. Harry spend his time thinking about what he was been told and what change would bring to him once he decided to leave the country for good. The two adults were right. He is inexperience child who only use a low-level-grade magic that couldn't match Voldemort's many years of mastering of the Arts of Sorcery.

He needed to do this for everyone sakes.

Harry tuck the now shrinking trunk into his pocket, already set for their departure. A knock was heard from his door. The door opens to reveal Dante who looked at Harry with a serious face.

"You ready, kid?"

Harry nodded his head as he follows Dante out from his room. Melampus was already there at the living room where the fire place was lit with green flames. Melampus raised his finger to make a come-hither gesture to Harry telling him to come close. Harry looked at Dante who smiled reassuringly at him.

"The poison will wear off in a few minutes, Melampus wanted to give you another dose so that your magical signature will be hidden and won't give our location once with arrived to Kirkland Manor." Dante explained to Harry.

Melampus reached out his other hand where he held a black widow spider instead of its markings to be red this spider has green showing its uniqueness and its likeness of its regular counter-part, the normal black widow.

"This the Viridian Widow. See this green mark on its tail it shows its magical properties and also its deadly but very useful poison. Its poison can kill and can also conceal the magical signature of a magical being once it was infected. No one would trace the dead body without tracing the magic." Melampus petted the spider. "It is good for assassinating someone."

"And yeah… don't want to give this kid any ideas Mel." Dante said looking at Melampus with a pointed look.

Melampus sighed he brought the spider close to Harry who flinched instantly. "Don't worry, you're already infected by this before and I spoke to the spider telling it not to release its special toxin, the one that can paralyze and slowly kills its victims but instead only release its milk that cloaks your signature."

He speaks with spiders?

Harry blinks rabidly at him before slowly raised his hand for the spider to bite him and injects its milk.

Harry winced before releasing a breath when the spider moved away from his skin where he can feel an itch on the mark where he was bitten.

"There it is done." Melampus made sure he covered Harry with his spider's magical web that was injected into the bloodstream for its substance that transform into a milky line, which Dante said in good-humor that look like milk, can conceal his signature for four hours at the time without being found by either the Ministry or Albus himself.

"Now into the fire." Dante nudge Harry who took a step forward. "And say Kirkland Manor loud and clear."

"Don't forget the consequence if you mixed up your words." Melampus warned. Harry shudders at the reminder of that once incident at Knockturn Alley.

Harry took a pinch of green dust and throws it into the fire and calling out Kirkland Manor with his strong voice and instantly Harry felt his world melted and the strange but familiar feeling of being shoved into a tight tube made him feel claustrophobic.

Harry was forcefully dropped on to the polish maroon-colored wooden floor as ash and black sooth covered his body and inevitably the wooden floor as well. He stood upright dusting the soot out from his glasses to have a clear vision. An idea struck him as he reach out his wand to use magic to clean himself from the filth. He wanted to at least look presentable on meeting his home country.

Bright emerald green flashed behind him announcing the arrival of his companion.

It had been an hour already since he arrived at Kirkland Manor.

Harry fidgets in his seat, looking all the more nervous to meet his country, his living breathing country. The very thought of England, an Island Nation, being human was an astonishing thought. He couldn't grasp the concept of it after all he had been born and raise here in London never knowing that a country was walking among them. But hey, when he was but ten he didn't realize that he was born as a wizard so accepting the fact that there is a country or possibly more of them who are alive could be an easy task. Right?

A thirty year old butler Jonathan Layton meet them and arranged them a seat. He brought biscuits and tea for his master's guests while announcing them of his master's business with other foreign affairs.

He told them to wait for his master for he will arrive a bit late and with a quick bow he left.

"I received a simple text from Lord Kirkland he has prepared the living arrangement for you to stay. And yeah, a little warning the Yank is with him so avoid him at all cost." Dante briefly glance to his side to see Harry's face.

"A Yank?" Harry looked confused. "An American visitor?"

"Yes, he is a personal friend and colleague of Lord Kirkland." Melampus didn't glance up from his book that Jonathan supplied him.

"And he's one of them." Dante wink at him giving him an amuse smile.

Harry's eyes widen. "He's one of them? He's a country?"

"Guess what country he is?" Dante gave a playful smirk.

Early that morning

"America, you blood twat! Wake up already!" England kicked the door opened only to find the missing superpower already asleep. "I don't want to be bloody late because of you on my own meeting! What kind of host would I be if that happens? It would be your fault then!" America groans as he buried himself deeply into England's pillow trying to block the god awful sound.

"Cut me some slack, dude, can't you see I'm suffering from jetlag here?"

It's been a day since they arrived to London and already England's day went south when America decided to stay here for the night instead of booking a hotel for the next world meeting which is held here in his very own land.

England scowled. "You're living under my roof, America, so you're living under my rules."

He stalked towards America's hidden form to grasp the thick blankets and pulled.

America grunted as he was dragged from his bed and landed harshly on the ground.

"What the fuck was that for man?" America rubbed his head as he looked up from his sprawled position to glare while pouting at the same time at England.

England, thank god for having a strong immune system so he won't be affected by that cute look, glared right back at him. His hands went to his hips as he bends down in to America's eye-level. "I made breakfast, so God help me, you better get your fat bloody arse down at the kitchen and eat."

With that he turned and left the room, closing it behind him, leaving a very pale and sickly American behind.

"Mercy, he's cooking. He's going to kill me for sure." America smacked his face on England's clean carpet floor.

"And I'm not fat..." He mumbles as he sighed. He stood up from his position on England's carpet floor and stretch his arms. He walked around the room, contemplating his escape to avoid England's deadly cooking that should be illegal.

But then an image of a sad-looking England appeared.

America bowed his head as dark gloomy clouds appeared. "Damn it England…"

Fifteen minutes later, America came down the stairs already dressed. He mentally prepared himself for the inevitable. He warily entered the kitchen watching England cook their brunch.

"Finally! Take a seat, America. The food will be ready soon." England didn't turn around as he said this.

America gulped but he obeyed his words anyway.

"The meeting will start at exactly nine-thirty sharp." England chatted in a monotone voice as he cooked scrambled eggs with beacon on the side, an American dish. "So you better prepare your notes and your speech America."

America sighs as he stood up to grab a mug with a picture of clovers on it to make some good strong coffee.

"Eh, don't worry 'bout it Iggy." America poured himself some coffee. "Already packed in my suitcase."

"Good, so at least we don't have the trouble on going back if you left something behind." England narrowed his eyes as he smell the scent of coffee. He didn't say a word about it when he knew it was useless to argue. "I received a text from my personal friend that they're going to arrive with the boy very soon maybe sometime tonight."

Briefly glanced at his clock on the wall.

"Hmm... At exactly six o'clock pm."

"Cool by me." America shrugged as he took a sip. "Can't wait to meet this kid."

England furrowed his eyebrows at his cooking. The beacons looked a bit black on their sides and the eggs smelled funny as well. When he took out a fork to cut a small portion of his cooking to taste it his tongue found no difference so he believed that it is alright to eat it.

"Food is ready.

America struggled to remain expressionless when he saw England's cooking.

"Better hurry now, America. We don't want to be late." England calmly sips his earl tea clearly oblivious to America's suffering.

They arrived at the meeting twenty minutes late since they had to make a quick stop at the nearest McDonalds' to grab something more edible for America to eat which made England feel highly offended when America announced that his cooking sucks to the core.

The door burst open to reveal a very haggard looking British gentleman followed by a gluttonous American as he chows down his third burger meal.

"My apologies for being late. There was a slight miscalculation in direction and we had to make a quick stop to buy something for America." England scowl as he pointed America with his thumb to emphasis his statement.

"Doesn't matter as long as you're here, now take your seats!" Germany narrowed his eyes. "Since I already had enough of being interrupted from America I expected you England to not be late in your own meeting in your own country."

England groans. "It can't be help that America was here."

America glance at England with a confuse look before he shrugs and continues to eat his fries.

"Come on, you git." England gesture America to follow him.

"Now as I was saying before… regarding the sudden increase in heat of the sun and how it affects as all. I am starting to think that Global Warming is now reach to a different level that will be impossible to solve…" Germany once again started his speech about the infamous Global Warming and how it affects their people.

England tuned out the sound as he suddenly felt something near his stomach started to squeeze like someone had a tight hold of it and it won't be letting go very soon. England tried to cover his sudden moment of weakness by bearing the pain and the aches in his stomach with the usual indifferent look, somewhere near his larger intestines something bad happened in land again and he had a vague idea who and where.

America slurped obnoxiously while ignoring everything around him but a quick glance at England made me notice his sudden pale sweaty face.

"Hey, dude, you alright?" America casually questioned to him.

England flinched but mumbled something like 'nothing' before glaring at him to listen to the meeting.

America shrugged brushing off his concern for the Brit as he continues to eat his wonderful god-send Micky D's meal.

At lunch break exactly eleven-thirty, England made a quick stop at the bathroom, excusing himself from his conversation with America and Japan.

Japan was bewilderment at England's sudden leave, he turned to look at America and was planning to question him when he too look as baffled as he.

"Dude, what's up with England?" America pointed at the direction of the open door where England forgot to close.

"That's what I am about to asked, America-san. Does England-san seemed unwell to you?" Japan carefully folded his hands behind him.

"Um… no? He seemed find to me this morning." America shrugged, batting away the sudden concern for the Brit just like he did while in the middle of the meeting.

"Is something the matter with our mon petite lapin?" France came to them with a flourish, a usual thing for him to do.

"England doesn't look too well. He seemed green on the face." America bluntly said.

France frowned. "Quite odd. It must be something he ate?"

"Yeah! It could be!" America snapped is fingers. "I told him gazillion of times that his cooking will sooner or later got to him someday."

Japan hide a smile at that as he shook his head. "Might seemed so."

"You might be correct Amérique."

"Banished the thought, you twats, except you Japan since you're not a twat yourself and all (Japan just merely raised a calm eyebrow while smiling at England's slightly blushing face) but seriously it wasn't that." A tired looking Brit came back to them looking a bit worn and pale. "My cooking is fine and its not the one that made me ill. It was actually that bloody fool that's causing more trouble around London."

As if on cue Germany conveniently switched on the flat screen T.V. He originally wanted to checked the news about his country when it landed on BBC something about an explosion occurred in London. Everyone watched with morbid fascination and slight horror that something burned and destroyed a random village in England killing at least thirty people.

"Oh…" Everyone started to murmured at the recent tragedy. America turned to face England with concern and worry shown in his clear blue eyes (which was sweet for him to do and to England it might seemed that the stupid American cared, England snorts mentally at that thought, as if). France frowned heavily but made no comment. Japan bowed his head in respect for the loss.

England narrowed his eyes as he spotted the skull with a snake coming out from its mouth appeared on the screen that could be easily dismissed as dark clouds that made strange formation.

"England is that…?" America whispered at him.

England nodded slowly. "Yes America, that's the Dark Mark. It seemed Tom here is on the move somehow."

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