This is a Harry Potter and Hetalia crossover. I am in the midst of writing it, so please be patient. Thank you for reading, and maybe commenting. Enjoy my story.

Chapter 1

The Letter

Arthur Kirkland was a rather imaginative boy, even though he didn't tend to show it. His dreams were filled with magic and fairies. He loved magic, ever since reading Peter Pan when he was just a tot, his dreams, and every fleeting thought were filled with magic, and worlds apart. What he would give to be a wizard.

When he woke up that morning,he could not explain his pure excitement, but he wasn't sure why. It wasn't a special day in particular. It was just an average Sunday morning, six o'clock am. He got up to make food. Even at eleven years old, he was a rather independent boy and slightly stuck up too.

Nobody was up in the small flat. He had his own room, even though they lived in four room flat. His younger brother Peter slept in his parent's room, so he got the room next to the bathroom. He knew that soon he would have to share with his little brother when he was ready to sleep alone, but he appreciated his room, with plenty of space for a bed, dresser, an untouched chest of toys, and a rather large bookshelf.

Arthur could tell his father was up last night, probably looking for a nighttime snack. Dishes and containers lay sprawled on the countertop, sending Arthur off the edge. Grumbling, he busied about putting food away and cleaning the rather terrible mess. He loved his father, but man could he make a mess. When the small kitchen shone spotlessly, he put some bread in the toaster and sat down with a book in hand on the small living room couch.

The Kirklands were not a rich family, Jarod Kirkland, a simple school teacher, taught primary-level children at the local school. Mary Kirkland was a stay at home mother, watching over three-year-old Peter. They were a sweet-tempered family, with the exception of Arthur who was slightly more snotty and short-tempered, but he was still a good boy.

Arthur looked up as his father walked through the door, a few days world of hair present on his chin, and a sleepy look in his eyes and face. He stretched at he entered the threshold, and smiled at his green eyed son reading a book. "G'mornin Artie, up early again I see."

"Hello, father. I cleaned the kitchen for you." Arthur went back to reading his book and waited for the toaster to ding.

Jarod laid a hand on Arthur's blond hair, yawning again. "That's a good boy." He kissed his forehead. "You are the best son a father could ask for."

Arthur tried to hide his small smile, but to no avail. "Thank you, father."

Jarod Kirkland walked into the kitchen, rubbing sleepy eyes, and humming a small nursery rhyme. It was the middle of summer break, so Jarod had been working as a waiter while he wasn't teaching. Arthur could tell he was missing his students, for he had been trying to teach little Peter to read, but the little tyke couldn't sit down for more than three seconds, so it was a lost cause.

Arthur heard the small ding of the toaster oven in the back round, and stood to get it, but he was stopped by a voice. "I'll make it today since you helped me clean the kitchen. Butter and jam, I presume."

Arthur thanked him and went back to his book. Arthur flinched as he heard the sound of breaking glass coming from the kitchen.

"Sorry," His father exclaimed. "Slipped from my hands."

Arthur turned as his blond hair mother peeked from the doorway, small sleepy Peter holding onto her dressing gown. "Jarod, how many times do I have to tell you. Please try not to break the dishes before seven, Peter is still trying to sleep." Mary Kirkland's voice was soft but firm, and her husband huddled against the counter.

"Sorry my dear, I was getting a glass of orange juice." He sounded very sorry and slightly nervous. He didn't want to make his wife mad at him, but he couldn't help it if he was a total clutz.

"Mummy," Peter tugged on his mother's skirt. "I'm hungry. I wanna have cereal." He then left her side and jumped into his father's arms. "Daddy, I want. Now!"

"One minute Petey. Daddy needs to make Artie's toast." Jarod looked at his son with loving eyes.

"I want NOW." Peter pouted in his arms, chubby face puffed out. Arthur murmured under his breath, annoyed with his spoiled little brother.

"Okay, but what is the magic word." Peter huffed, and looked up in concentration.

"Pweez?"

Jarod put his son down on a table chair and patted his dirty blond hair. "Good boy." He looked over at Arthur. "Give me a tick, I'm going to get Peter's cereal."

Arthur just huffed at went back to his book, but was interrupted by his mother. "Hello, sweetie, did you sleep well." He felt a soft hand on his forehead, and then a small kiss. He looked up, smiling.

"Good morning mother, I sleep rather well. I had another dream about a giant castle with flying broomsticks and kind flying spirits." His mother smiled down at him, lovely face and green eyes watching him lovingly. Arthur was a spitting image of her, from the blond hair to the green eyes, although he wasn't as sweet, and he was a boy.

"That sounds wonderful." She smiled, "I dreamt of watching a beautiful swan at the park as a family. I think we should do that today, go to the park as a family. It's your father's day off, and we only have a month left of summer before school starts again.

Arthur smiled and nodded. "That sounds wonderful."

"Good," She stood and walked to the kitchen, leaving her son with his rather large book.

Arthur watched his family from the corner of his eyes. His little brother munched on dry cereal, and drank warm milk from a sippy cup, while his mother tried to prevent all disaster his father might causing in the kitchen. He smiled, loving his family. They might be silly, but they were loving, and more precious to him than anything.

The morning went as any would, with the sun shining through the windows, exposing the street below, and Peter running about with childish glee. After eating his toast, Arthur retired to his room, wanting to escape from Peter's high pitched screams, but when he entered the small hallway between his door and the door leading to the stairs, he saw something flutter from the mail slip.

It was a rather large letter, without a return address or stamp. It read…

Mr. A. Kirkland

Smallest Bedroom on Fourth Floor

102 Blandford Street

Marylebone,

London

Arthur looked back at the kitchen where his family continued to run about. There was usually a knock on the door when the post came, but not today. He froze for a second. Today was Sunday, there was not post on Sundays.

He opened the door leading to the stairs and looked down. No one was there, in fact, the lights were still off from the night. He heard a call from his father. His brown haired head appeared from the doorway, looking at his son. "Artie, what are you doing?"

Arthur looked back at him. "Umm… father, a letter slipped through the mailbox slot addressed to me." Arthur looked at it again. "It doesn't have a stamp or a return address, and what's worst is that today is Sunday." Arthur looked up. "There is no post on Sundays."

Jarod started to look concerned. "Arthur, I think you should come inside now."

"But~"

"Come on in." Jarod forced his son inside the house, watching the stairs.

Mary was looking at them from next to Peter who was munching on his cereal. "What is it dear?"

"Mary, Arthur has gotten a letter, on Sunday of all days." Arthur held his letter up, showing the green ink and thick parchment. "I have a weird feeling about this if you know what I mean."

Mary gulped. "Do you think~"

"Mary wait. we don't want to scare him."

"Father, mother, how would a letter scare me?" Arthur was looking at his parents, a puzzled look on his face.

"Mary, I think we should talk about this privately, don't you think." Jarod looked at his boys, one who was looking at him strangely, and the other who was now throwing cereal on the floor, trying to get attention. His wife nodded and went to Peter to calm him.

"Come on Peter, Arthur is going to look after you for a bit, is that okay."

Arthur looked at them, panic written in bold letters on his face. "Wait, what is going on here. I'm not in trouble or anything."

Jarod looked at him soon in sympathy. "Don't worry, mum and I are just going to talk things over, can I see the card?"

Arthur hid the card behind his back. "But I wanna read it."

Jarod sighed, and knelt to the ground, so his son was above him. "I have an idea. What if we don't open the card, but when we are done, we will let you. Is that okay?"

Arthur looked at him suspiciously for a second. "Do you promise?"

"Of course," Jarod smiled at his son and took the letter from his hands. "Now will you watch over Peter for a second. We will be very quick."

Arthur nodded, and walked over to Peter, planning on picking up his cereal. When his parents closed their bedroom door, looking over, he hushed peter. Whispering, he said in his sweetest voice. "If you stay silent, I will give you a piece of my chocolate. Will you do that for me?" Peter, a lover of chocolate in any form nodded eagerly and put a chubby finger to his lips. Arthur smiled, "Good boy, if you need anything, throw a cheerio at me." Peter nodded again and went back to eating his cereal, watching his brother with big and excited eyes.

Arthur put his ear to the keyhole and listened with all his might. Their words were muffled, but hearable.

"Jarod, you don't think someone is after him."

"No Mary, who would be after an eleven-year-old. Unless maybe they are stalking him."

"Jarod, our poor boy, he could be in trouble."

"Don't worry Mary, it may just be a prank, you know kids these days."

"But Jarod,"

"Mary, I think we should read it. There might be a perfectly good explanation for no return address. Here there is a symbol on this side, look it's an H."

Arthur heard shuffling on the other side of the doorway, and then a gasp. He heard them both whisper, "Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry!"

He quickly tiptoed back to Peter as he heard them walking towards the door. He put his fingers to his lips as he looked at Peter. The small boy nodded and moved around in his seat, excited.

His parents came through the door, looking worried, excited, and confused all in one. They handed him the letter. "I think you should read it, Artie." His father smiled down at him.

"Yes sweetie, we want to know what it says." She walked over to Peter who was not staying still and was in danger of knocking his milk onto the floor.

Arthur looked at the letter again and went to sit down on the green couch. His father followed him, while his mother sat with Peter in the big seat.

Breaking the red seal, Arthur tenderly opened the letter, liking the touch of parchment on his fingers. He unfolded the letter and started reading.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmistress: Minerva McGonagall

Dear Mr. 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. We are aware of your situation of not having access to the wizarding world, so we will be having

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

Yours sincerely,

Filius Flitwick

Deputy Headmaster

"Wait, the 31 is Tuesday. And what do they mean by owl? We don't have an owl?" Jarod Kirkland was confused, but Arthur, on the other hand, was practically jumping out of his socks. He took out the other sheet and looked over with wide eyes while his parents talked back and forth. This one read…

All first-year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

BOOKS

Standard Book of Spells (grade 1)

By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

By Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

By Adalbert Waffling

Transfiguration: What to know (Beginners)

By Ernest Figheart

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

By Phyllida Spore

Basic Potions and How to Brew them

By Herbert Skalitog

Magical Defense (Volume 1: The basics)

By James Munfin

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

By Newt Scamander

OTHER

1 Wand

1 Cauldron (pewter standard size 2)

1 Set of glass or crystal vials

1 Telescope

1 set of Brass scales

Students may also bring if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST-YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours Sincerely

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Arthur looked at the list in amazement, happiness, giddiness, and pure panic. He was a wizard. He could do magic, and he was going to a magical school on top of that. Nothing could stop him as he leaped into the air from joy, prancing around the room like a unicorn. "I'm a wizard, I'm a wizard. I knew it, I knew it. I knew magic was real, ha ha stupid morons at school, I am not a lying creep."

"Arthur, calm down for god's sake." Neither Jarod nor Mary had seen this side of their son, and they were rather surprised. "Mind your language young man."

Arthur sat down immediately, biting his tongue. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Mary and Jarod looked at each other, pleased for their son, but also afraid. How could their son be a wizard? They smiled at him, the blond haired boy, so different from the rest of them in more ways that one. He was a wizard, and even though they were mere muggles, even they could tell he was going to be great.