Summary: After being told (again) that magic doesn't exist, Britain set out to prove them all wrong. With magic. And time-travel. Yes, he's finally had it.
Me: Hi, peoples!
Spock: Hello. And I will remind you that "peoples" is not proper English.
Me: Oh, come on, nobody cares about that. Unless they're English teachers or boring old stick-in-the-muds like Britain. ...Especially when he's talking to America.
Spock: ...Speaking of which, this is your first Hetalia fanfiction, is it not?
Me: Yep! It'll be fun to write~!
Spock: But it's a cross-over.
Me: Obviously. Harry Potter and Hetalia belong together!
Spock: Are you missing something?
Me: Oh, yeah! The disclaimer! C'mere, Disclaimer! *gives doggie treat*
Disclaimer: Laveycee does not own Harry Potter, Hetalia: Axis Powers (or World Series or...what's season five? The Beautiful World, right?), or Spock. No matter how much she wants to.
Me: By the way, Hetalia does make fun of every country. Just so you know... And I refer to England as Britain, just to spread the insults around. ...This might be USUK/UKUS (let's put it this way: it might be Britain/America), and most likely GerIta, because they're so cute together! *squeals* But romance will definitely take a back seat in this fic. Oh, and I can't really write accents. I might use a turn of phrase or have them say something in their native language, but for the most part it's 100% English and accented in whatever the voice inside your head is reading this in.
"ALRIGHT! Let's get this meeting started, y'all!" America started out this world meeting as any other-yelling, no matter that it was technically Britain's turn to start the meeting, seeing as the conference was being held in London.
"Do shut up, America," Britain said, already partially annoyed at the American's enthusiasm at...everything.
"DON'T TELL THE HERO TO SHUT UP!" America yelled back.
Britain opened his mouth to retaliate, but before he could make a sound, Germany decided to intervene in his usual gentle way. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" he roared. All noise in the room immediately ceased. "That's better," he looked at all of them, slightly curious about why they all shut up the instant he asked. Or yelled, rather. He wasn't that scary...was he? "Britain, the floor is yours," Germany told him, sitting down.
Britain stood up and walked over to the podium. "Good afternoon, everyone. I trust that you are all enjoying your stay in London?"
"Actually-" France began, but was quickly given a death glare from Britain. Unfortunately France knew that look. It was the one that meant "shut up, frog".
"Very good. Our first topic this conference is global warming. Obviously we can't stop it, but we may be able to slow it down. I came up with two options: firstly, we could somehow manage to switch from using fossil fuels for everything to using solar power. Now, this would be very difficult to do, seeing as how much money this would cost all of us, and we would also have to convince our bosses, and I know how much they listen to us." There were murmurs of agreement from most of the countries, except for Romano (who just isn't a very happy person), and France (because, well... Britain suggested it).
"Our second option," Britain continued, "is my personal favorite. There is a spell-"
"For the last time, Britain, magic doesn't exist!" America called. Nobody argued, except for Britain.
"It does so exist!" he huffed, slightly upset at America's easy dismissal of something that was important to him. "One of the best magical schools, Hogwa-"
America rolled his eyes and walked over to the podium. "Iggy," he said gently, "that's in Harry Potter. It's not real. Trust me, lots of my citizens wish that it was-they think that it'd be incredibly cool to go to for school instead of a boring regular school-but it doesn't exist." In a more normal voice (for America, that is), he added, "I think all those fairy tales have gone to your head!"
Britain stared at him, almost ready to cry. "What if I proved it to you?" he asked. "What if I could prove it to all of you?"
France was the first to respond. "Oui, then we'd believe you. But since you can't prove it, we don't have to believe you," he laughed.
"Then I'll prove it to you." Britain's eyes were bright. He knew what spell to use: Reverto Tempus (1). It'd be perfect and would do just what he wanted.
After that, the meeting went without a hitch (unless you counted America's insistance that yes, a gigantic hero would be perfect to stop global warming. When was he going to stop suggesting that?!).
"Alright, everyone, come back here at nine a.m. tomorrow. The hotel I booked is just around the corner, 123 Whitehall Court (2). Your rooms are booked under your human names, remember that. There are two to a room, siblings are with each other, please don't cause World War III, as that would be very messy and preferably avoidable, that is why we have these conferences." Britain paused briefly. "Please be on time to the meeting tomorrow. And Frog, please don't try to seduce any of my citizens again. Your decision to flirt with the Prime Minister's daughter (3) was ill-advised and hard to explain to him. Although I do love that picture of her beating you up..." he trailed off, a faraway look in his eyes. "Anyway, good day to you all! America," he added more quietly, "would you like to...to go to dinner with me?" As much as Britain tried to hide it, he was terrified that America would either decline or worse, make fun of him.
"Sure! As long as you don't cook!" America told him with a laugh.
"My food isn't that bad!" Britain said indignantly.
"I never said that your food was bad! I said that your cooking's bad!" America grinned.
Britain started sputtering. I did set myself up for that, didn't I? he thought. His face turned a bright red when America casually slung his arm around his shoulders.
"So...what're we eatin'?" America asked.
"Er...we could get some fish and chips from one of the shops (4) and walk around Hyde Park, I suppose..." Britain trailed off, glancing at America's face.
"Sounds great, dude! Let's just stop by the hotel so I can change into something more comfortable, alright?" Britain's mind was in overdrive. Did this seemingly innocent phrase mean someting else entirely? If he was honest with himself, it wasn't likely.
"Alright, let's go." The duo walked out of the building, saying "hi" to all the workers going in, out, and wandering around. "Come on, it's this way," Britain said, grabbing America's hand and tugging him in the right direction.
"Arthur-" Britain jumped a little at the sound of his human name- "I'm not entirely lost. I do have a sense of direction, dude!" America laughed again.
After a few minutes of walking, they reached the Lotus Hotel (5) and walked in. Leaving Britain at the door, America approached the front desk. "Excuse me," he said, surprisingly quietly and politely, "but I have a reservation under Alfred F. Jones?"
"Oh, yes, sir, welcome to the Lotus Hotel. Your luggage has been brought up to room 76. You're sharing with...Matthew Williams? It was a dual reservation under both of your names, am I right?" the clerk-her nametag read "Amelia"-asked, sounding respectful of the hotel's guests' hypothetical sexual preferances.
"Oh, my bro's already here? Awesome! Yeah, we're sharing a room. Could I have a key for the room, please?" America's usual zest for life had leaked through slightly, but he still sounded polite enough for most people-maybe not Austria, but polite enough for Amelia the Clerk and Britain.
"Here's your room key, sir, and breakfast is served from six-thirty a.m. to ten a.m. and is not served on Sundays. Have a wonderful stay." With that, America said goodbye and walked back to Britain.
"Come on, Iggy! Let's go up to the room so I can get changed-and we can say hi to Ca-uh, Mattie!" In America's haste to speak, he almost slipped up and called Canada by his country name instead of his human name.
Britain turned red. "Y-you want me to go to y-your room with you so you can get c-changed?!"
"What's wrong? We're both guys, and it'd be better than just leaving you down here to wait. If it makes you feel any better we could both go up and I could get changed in the bathroom," America told him, slightly confused as to why Britain thought it was such a big deal.
"Alright..." Britain said, still not entirely comfortable with the situation.
America started walking towards the elevator.
"Aren't you going to take the stairs?" Britain called after him.
"The room's on the seventh floor-no way are we walking up that many flights of stairs, dude! It'd take too long to get to!" America pointed out. After that, Britain silently walked after America.
~~Time Warp! At the Hotel room~~
America slid the key in and opened the door to reveal Canada at the desk typing something on a laptop.
"S'up, Canadia?!" At the sound of America's loud voice, Canada jumped.
"Oh, it's you, America," he said, relieved. "And my name is-"
"Canada, I know, dude! It's just so much fun to mess with you!"
Canada facepalmed. "Hello, Britain," he said.
"Hello, Canada. What are you working on?" Britain asked, peering at the laptop's screen.
"Just some report my boss wants. It's nothing too exciting," Canada shrugged.
As the two had been talking, America had gone over to his suitcase and pulled out some "casual clothes"-a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and some sneakers; of course, he'd also have his beloved bomber jacket with him!-and gone into the bathroom to change. America emerged from the bathroom and glanced over at them. Still talking...this'd be a good chance to mess with Iggy... What if I- yeah. A grin spread over America's face.
"Well, at least your boss isn't forcing you to spend more time with America. 'Spend more time with your brother. It'll be good for both of you!' he says. If it's good for the both of us, why doesn't he do it? I love my brother, but sometimes he's just..." Canada trailed off.
"Overbearing?" Britain suggested. "Over-enthustiastic? Too energetic?"
"All of those," Canada sighed. "But I do love him. I don't want anyone else to be my brother, even if he does sometimes forget me...and is loud enough to drown me out..."
Britain opened his mouth to tell Canada that it'd get better, when he yelped because of a sudden hand squeezing his shoulder almost painfully hard. "America, what are you- Oh my God!"
(1) Reverto Tempus (Britain's spell): Literally "back in time". Seriously, that's what I put in Google Translate! (Edit {2} at bottom)
(2) 123 Whitehall Court: London's United Nations office is at 3 Whitehall Court, and I did try to look up hotels near there, but I kept getting hotels in New York, America, unfortunately.
(3) The Prime Minister's daughter: I have no idea whether or not the British Prime Minister has a daughter, and quite honestly I don't really care. Sorry to all Brits who do care, and if the Prime Minister has a daughter it'd be awesome if you told me because, well, knowledge is power!
(4) Fish and chips from street vendors: Um, well...I have a craving for fish and chips, and in my mind London has street vendors selling fish and chips randomly through the city. I've never been to London, but I do want to go someday, so if any Londoners are out there-or if you've ever been to London-and you can either correct me or confirm this, that'd be much appreciated.
(5) The Lotus Hotel: This is from Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief. It's also a casino (if you're in Vegas, anyway).
Me: Well, I'm leaving the first chapter on a cliffhanger. Sorry?
Spock: She isn't really sorry.
Me: Eh, I'm not really. Anyway, if you guys want to see any other pairings, just ask me. I can do one-sided if you want. For example, if someone wanted FrUK, I could have France liking Britain, but Britain just being kinda creeped out. If you want a pairing, please PM me or review, and tell me why you think that the pairing works. For example, USUK has the "Special Relationship", and, well, why do you think that Britain gets so worked up over things that America does?
Spock: In any case, we are accepting pairings. Except for the Harry Potter 'verse-all pairings will be canon. All. Of. Them.
Me: Anyway, reviews are appreciated!
Edit: Thank you to ILiveNearLondon for the information that you have to go to a shop for fish in chips in London. And that the real Prime Minister has a two-year-old daughter. Therefore the Prime Minister is now the one from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. You know, the one who's freaked out by Fudge? Well, he magically got a teenage daughter because I said so. And I'll give him a name at some point...
Edit 2: Thank you to whonada-chan for the proper translation of the spell-I give up on Google Translate; it needs to look at the big picture!
