I DON'T OWN HETALIA OR HARRY POTTER, IF I DID I WOULD BE SWIMMING IN MONEY

But that doesn't mean I don't want to own them…

I know I'm bad and everyone who likes my Trench War Soldier it IS coming, but my brother took the computer away from me while I was working on it and closed it. And I hadn't SAVED. I was beyond pissed. So I'm writing this to get it out of my system.

Dear Mr. Ludwig Beilschmidt,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on the first of September. We await your owl by no later than the thirty-first of July.

Yours sincerely,

Neville Longbottom

Deputy Headmaster

When Ludwig received his letter to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry he wasn't surprised. He always knew he would go. He was a prodigy, a genius, they needed people like him.

His brother on the other hand was a different case. When Gilbert managed to graduate out of Frederich's school of witchcraft and wizardry everyone was for sure he wouldn't be allowed into Hogwarts. But Frederich the second pulled some strings, Gilbert was his favorite, and Gilbert was sorted into Slytherin.

His grandfather was so proud.

If proud meant happy to get rid of him.

So when Ludwig got his letter a year after his brother. His bags were packed, his school shopping all done and his grandfather shipped him off to England on the last day of August. He thought he was ready, because if Ludwig could handle Germany he could handle England.

But England wasn't like Germany, not like Germany at all.

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King's Cross was an easy place to find. It was big and it was LOUD.

Platform Nine and three quarters was even easier to find. Even a kid who was hit with a bad spell as a baby could have figured it out.

Finding a place to sit on the train?

Now that was hard.

Everyone knew each other. Each middle school had its own section. They were small because only the incoming students needed them. The high school students got the rest of the train. All the other kids from his school had filled up all of their section. So Ludwig had to find an empty one some where else.

He found an empty compartment in-between the Frederich section and the Romulus section. He sat down near the window and began to read 'Hogwarts a History' for the twelfth time.

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He was nearing the fourteenth chapter when someone entered the compartment.

"Hey can I sit here? Ve~!" Ludwig looked up to find a curly haired boy standing at the opening of the compartment. He was obviously Italian you could tell by how he dressed. Every country has their own state of dress for wizards and witches. The English had their cloaks, the Chinese their various ceremonial robes, but the Italian's are a lot simpler. All Italian witches and wizards had their wand at the most six inches away from their hand at all times, pockets are unacceptable. Italians have to be at the ready at all times, to them it is better to be safe then well…dead.

This boy wore a strap around his body, it started at his right shoulder and wrapped around his waist. His wand was in an easily opened compartment that he could snap open at anytime. But all together the kid looked like he couldn't hurt a fly even if he tried to.

"Sure, you can sit here." said Ludwig, going back to his book. The boy lifted up a small luggage case to put on the high shelf above the seat, but he couldn't quite reach. Ludwig sighed and took the case from the Italian's hands and placed it on the shelf. It soon became apparent that there was an eight centimeter difference between their heights. Ludwig sat back down and the boy sat beside him.

"Oh, my name is Feliciano Vargas! What's yours?" Ludwig jumped at the sudden outburst, the name Vargas seemed oddly familiar.

"My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt."

"What a great name I once knew a boy name Ludwig! We used to eat pasta everyday…"

After ten minutes of rambling out this other Ludwig, Feliciano fell asleep. Using, of course, Ludwig shoulder as a pillow. Ludwig internally sighed.

How was he supposed to read now?

*Hides behind Canada* I know I have other stories don't kill me! I have Canada as a hostage! Oh REVIEW PLEASE!