The Challenge

Members of the Micronations are given a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts.

Rules

- At the most use all of the them/ the least use only three members

- Kugelmugel must be a main character

- Only Micronations, no other countries

- Any movie or book is up to you

- If you want pairings, I rather it not be a mix pairing Hetalia/Harry Potter

- Yaoi and Yuri are allowed, but you don't need to have pairings

- No Oc pairings

Okay, If you read my profile then you would know that the main reason I cannot write a fanfic is that I am all over the place, I can think of an ending, but not an beginning or middle, sometimes it is the opposite. Also for the reason as I rarely get the character's personality right.

I rather someone else write stories than me as I know me, and I know that I will not finish it. If you are interested in writing the story please tell me.

Micronations and the Philosopher's Stone

Warning: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR HETALIA, The characters maybe very OOC

Soft violet eyes lit up with amusement, as the owner of said eyes let out an joyful laugh at the scene before him. A tall man with short, light blond hair and greenish-blue eyes, over said eyes were glasses, was laying on the floor where a young male with slightly-ruffled red hair and bright blue eyes sat on top of him.

"'M done for…" the taller male spoke with an monotone, reading off an script.

"I am the internet country Ladonia! I have the strength to defeat Sweden!" The boy, now known as Ladonia, spoke with victory. The taller male, a.k.a. Sweden, just let out a false cough in reply.

Normally, the household would be much livelier than it is currently. But, due to their friends out at the bar, and Sweden's other adopted 'child', Sealand, was with his other brother, England, back in London. So, the household was slightly quieter than normal.

The somewhat plump male was so lost within his own amusement, he didn't notice the tapping of the window, until Ladonia pointed it out.

"What's with the owl? It kinda looks like a Noctowl?"

Sweden just looked to the cute face of the plump male, with an "Fin'."

Finland, the cute plump male, opened the window and allowed the owl to fly in and place itself on the table. Ladonia quickly leaped off of Sweden to go to the owl.

Finland finally took notice in the letter the owl was holding, he carefully took the letter from the owl, and as soon as he did, the owl flew off, much to the disappointment of Ladonia.

The envelope was thick and heavy made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.

Turing the envelope over, Finland saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, a eagle, a badger, and a snake surrendering a large letter H.

Opening the letter he read aloud,

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. E. Oxenstierna,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

Finland looked to Sweden with a mix of worry and confusion, "Maybe we should ask Norway about this."

Sweden just nodded in replied.

A handsome slender male with messy, short blond hair and lime-green eyes, also very prominent and bushy eyebrows was calmly reading a novel, only every five seconds to glare at the pair before him.

The pair, which the man was so secretly glaring at, was a Frenchman with shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes, and slight amount of facial hair and a young boy had blond hair, blue eyes, and thick eyebrows much like other male.

The elder of the duo was telling the younger one a tale of when he and the other older male were children. But, was interrupted when an Owl flew and landed on the Frenchman's blond head, much to his own horror, the glaring man's amusement, and the child's interest.

"Oh! L'horreur! Angleterre, pourquoi est un hibou sur mes beaux cheveux?!" (Oh! The horror! England, why is an owl on my beautiful hair!?) the Frenchman wailed to the glaring man, England.

England in response, had a grin upon his face as he saw the thick and heavy envelope the owl was holding, he knew where that envelope came from. He took it from the owl and gave to the younger boy, and told the boy to read it aloud,

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. P. Kirkland,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

The boy looked to England, who was practically glowing with happiness. In the background, even the Frenchman was smiling with amusement.

"I guess, we will be going to Diagon Alley." England spoke as he took a long quill, and a roll of parchment. He wrote a response to the school, and gave to a pure white owl, that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Violet eyes watched as a pair danced a beautiful waltz to the soft music he was playing, one was beautiful young boy with similar violet eyes and white hair kept in two long braids, he had a mole similar to the one he had, but the boy had it under his left eye while he had a mole on his face below his lip, the other of the pair was a beautiful, loli-faced grown woman with large breasts and long brown hair that is somewhat wavy at the ends and green eyes.

The woman was leading the dance as the boy carefully followed. A tender smile graced the pianist's handsome face, as he watched the bright grin of the woman and the gentle, yet tiny smile of the young boy.

With each note he played he noticed the elegance of the young boy, and the strength of the woman as she powers the dance and the long steps of their dance.

This tender moment was ruined, by an owl landing on top of the piano frightening pianist into missing a keys, destroying the complete song he was playing.

The woman walked to the owl with furious look upon her face, and a pan within her hand. The young boy just looked at the owl with an blank appearance, the small smile long gone, he just walked out of the room and came back with a sketchbook and turned it to a blank page, and started to copy the owl's details to the page.

The pianist stopped the woman from harming the owl when he took notice of the letter. He reached out to get the letter, but a voice stopped him.

"...Wait."

The pianist looked to the boy, who was still sketching the owl.

"...Do not move it...all most done."

The boy took every note of the beautiful creature before him. It took him a few more minutes until he finished. He showed his art to the owl, it was like a mirror image, everything was a exact copy. It seemed like the owl on the page, would be able to fly off an second. The boy then nodded to the pianist, who in return took the letter.

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. E. Edelstein,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

"Witchcraft and Wizardry? Is this some joke, Hungary?" he turned to the woman, who had a frown upon her beautiful face.

The young boy just watched them lost within his own thoughts, 'Is Witchcraft and Wizardry...art?'

Hungary, gave a sigh, and growled out, "Austria, we have to contact...him."

"Him?" Austria questioned.

Hungary's frown deepen, "Romania."

I rather someone else write stories than me as I know me. If you are interested in writing the story please tell me.

I will continue you to write this, and I will tell you if anyone else writes.