《中国》
"I need help," England blurted out randomly at the end of a meeting with the Allies.
He received odd looks, China being among them. It wasn't customary for a proud personification such as England to ask for help. The Asian nation sighed, brushing stray strands of silky black hair out of his tired face. He was in no mood to humor anyone else. The night before, he hadn't slept well, tormented by nightmares of bloodied katanas and dreams of old friends long gone.
"What is wrong, mon petit lapin?" France asked with a condescending smirk on his handsome face.
England scowled angrily at the Frenchman. "I'm only asking you people for help because I see no other option! Okay, so you guys know Hogwarts?"
"Don't you mean Hogwash?" America asked, smirking. "Ilvermorny forever!"
"Shut the bloody hell up!" England yelled, turning bright red. "Don't forget that your school - and country - has its roots in me!"
America bristled for a second, before scoffing. "Yeah, well, I wouldn't be talking if I were you. Even one of the things you're most famous for - tea - comes from Asia!"
"Stop arguing, you stupid Westerners!" China scolded. Honestly, all these Westerners could do was eat and fight. China couldn't resist a good jab at Opium, though.
"However... I must say America was right with that last in that last comment..."
America grinned and England turned red enough to rival Romano.
"Arrgh! Listen!" The eyebrowed nation shrieked, almost like a little child. Of course, compared to China, he was a child.
Russia smiled in an almost childlike manner and hugged his metal pipe. "We are, da?"
"Non," France said flatly, "But do continue on anyways, my dear Angleterre."
England clenched his fists, obviously trying not to start a fight. This piqued China's attention. Opium was usually more than eager to start a fight, so whatever he wanted to say, it must be very important for him to try to keep that controlled.
"Everybody!" China yelled, banging the table with his wok. "Let's stop fighting and actually listen to what Opium here has to say! Then I can go home and you stupid Westerners can keep fighting!"
America looked like he wanted to argue, but seemed to change his mind after taking one look at China's wok.
England breathed a sigh of relief and grunted his thanks to China. "Right... so you know Lord Voldemort? He Who Must Not Be Named? The bald, noseless chap?"
France rolled his eyes. "How could we not?"
"Well, he has his eyes set on Harry. Harry Potter."
China pursed his lips together, feeling ticked off that England would spout such redundant information. "We already know that, Opium. The whole wizarding community knows it. I thought this was going to be important."
"But I had a vision! Or... well, a dream. From my mum. She said that if we didn't help Harry Potter this year - his fourth year - he wouldn't be able to pass."
America burst out laughing, followed by Russia and France. "So what if he doesn't pass his exams? He's the Boy Who Lived. He can repeat a year."
"No!" England yelled, his face starting to go red again. "It's something else! I know it is! With all this junk in the muggle world that's been happening... the last thing we need is for the wizarding war to get worse! Someone has to go undercover in Hogwarts to help the Potter boy, and it can't be me, since I already graduated several years ago according to record!"
France shrugged apologetically, his face turning serious. "Désolé, mon petit lapin. I have already graduated my own school, and, ah... I am very much on record."
America and Russia both nodded, looking apologetic as well. "Us too."
"But I can go," China announced boldly, his amber eyes flashing. "I've been having dreams from Britannia too, though I could never quite remember the details. I'm certain, though, that it was about this. So-"
"Thank you!" England cried, falling to his knees in front of China to the great shock of everyone. "Thank you so much! I swear that-"
With a huff, China hoisted England up and smacked him with the wok. "Stop acting so weird, Opium! Look, I'll call India to help me, we'll get this all sorted out, and we can get everything back to normal."
America tilted his head to one side, his sky blue eyes confused. "Why India?"
"Because," China explained, releasing England, "We are the two that graduated from magical school the earliest, so it will be hardest to trace us. Plus we actually graduated before Hogwarts even existed, so..."
Russia frowned, grabbing China and hugging tightly to his chest. China shrieked in alarm, trying to hit Russia with his wok. Stupid Russia!
"But will my sweet Yao-Yao be in danger?" Russia asked, narrowing his eyes and hugging China tighter, causing China to gag.
France patted Russia's broad shoulder reassuringly. "Do not worry, mon cher. China has the healing powers customary of a nation, after all!"
England nodded. "I have a spell that will change him - and India - into seemingly ordinary fourteen-year-old wizards. They'll still be able to resurrect themselves, though."
"Well, it's all settled then," China announced, putting away his wok. "I'll get India over here, and we'll get going to Hogwarts!"
6/19/2017
I was scared of the dark because I watched a scary movie trailer ad with a creepy villain called Kevin so I stayed up all night so I wrote this.
The highway to hell is paved with Kevin's.
