A/N: Yet another one of my Hetalia Idea's, this is one I've had in my head for at least a year, back when I was only glancing at Hetalia, instead of ceremonial swan diving in the deep end/Gonna end up in the lowest pits of Hel for loving-Fangirl I have become, dragging all of my friends down with me. Not that my Yaoi obsessed Friend cares, I just showed her a USUK video, and she fell as well. Anyways, here's the idea:

England had been looking undeniable unwell for sometime, and than he just disappeared. 14 years later Russia is dragged through a summoning circle, and bound to a world-weary Potter, as a Guardian. Harry's Fourth Year just got a whole lot more complicated. And all Russia wants is to take his lost lover back. This is a RusEng pairing, in my original idea, if you adopt it, you can just make them good friends. If you want to adopt just PM me.

Also, if you want more of this, leave reviews, they are my motivation to continue my ideas. I might add more to this idea later.

A Black haired young male, who looks like he's 12 years old size wise. Who looks to be holding the world on his shoulders. "I'm on my last straw, this is my last resort.", the male says, drawing a circle he had seen in his dreams, that was also made itself visible in his personal grimiore, the only thing that has been just his, he's had it for as long as he could remember.

As he finished up drawing the circle, he added his blood to the middle, to tie it together. "No going back..." And with that he started to chant in an ancient language only half comprehending what he was saying, the words tumbling through his lips as if he'd said them a thousands of times before. As he finished his chant a bright light build up in the floor, as he started to collapse from the magic overusage, he saw violet eyes looking at him in shock.

~POV SWITCH~

'This shouldn't be possible' I think as I feel the pull on my body. A pull I haven't felt for over 14 years, since the source of the pull disappeared. As I let the pull take me to the new place through the summoning circle that has always been the source of the pull, and as I come through the floor the one who used the same circle that HE always used to summon me through, and as I fully come out, I see a black haired boy collapse. I run over and catch him, and as he passes out I see through his curtain of black hair, familiar green eyes, that show no recognition as they flutter shut.

I look around the room I'm in, it looks like an abandoned classroom, there is a bed nearby, I lay the boy down on it, and push the hair out of his face, and I see the familiar shape of HIS face, the same bushy eyebrows. Though there is a new scar on his face, that stretchs from one side of his face to the other, crossing over the bridge his nose. I look at his sleeping face, but notice something on his collar. I immediatly gently remove his shirt, and growl, his once beautiful skin, that had a few scars and burn marks, was now almost nothing but scar tissue, I check his back, and see marks that could only be made by a belt, both ends. It angers me that the skin of the one I had come to love was in such shape.

I wave my hand over his center, in a way He had taught me to, as a 'just in case' measure, and I growl as I see dark, black oily mist covered chains encasing his entire core. As I go to look at it closer he stiffens, causing me to step back, remembering what He told me about those chains:

"If you ever come across those chains, bring the person they are on to me immediatly, prolonged exposure can lead to drastic personality warping, and damage them mentally, lets not even get to the physical damage they do to a person, let alone a Nation"

"What if they are on you?"

"Then take me to the other two members of the so lovingly labeled 'Magic Trio', or talk to the Italy Brothers."

"I can understand Norway and Romania, but why the other two?"

"They both hold a lot of old knowledge and I know for a fact that Northern Italy has a good chunk of Ancient Rome's knowledge, he just chooses not to use it."

Back to the young male in front of me, he looks around, sits up, and sees me in the room with him, and notices his back is uncovered. He quickly pulles his shirt down, and in his haste, I once again see the Green Eyes of England. He seems to notice I saw his eyes through the curtain of black hair that covers the top half of his face.