Canada, was with America at his Virginia home. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the wind whistled softly through the trees, and England was bickering with his host.

"It's true, magic is real."

"No, it isn't!"

"Yes, it is."

"Nope!"

Canada sighed from tan couch and pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the inevitable headache. They were arguing again. Not only were they arguing, but they were arguing about a subject he felt was long exhausted.

"How can you refute the evidence right in front of you?" England demanded, waving a thin wooden stick in front of America's face.

The taller nation pushed the stick away in annoyance. "Like this!" He squeezed his eyes shut, stuck his fingers in his ears, and turned his back on England singing, "La, la, la! I can't hear you! See no weird, hear no weird, speak no weird!" He walked out the door, and into the hall.

"But you have a magic school! In Massachusetts!" England yelled exasperatedly. "I saw it on the way here from the plane!" He gestured at the air wildly.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" America yelled back from his kitchen, his voice reverberating throughout the house. One could hear the faint sound of the refrigerator opening.

England plopped down on the couch next to Canada and put his head in his hands. "Is he just in denial?"

Canada shrugged, fiddling with his hoodie and staring into the empty fireplace in front of him. "I'm not sure. But I've seen enough in my lifetime to believe you."

"Could you talk some sense into the boy?" England pleaded urgently. "I need both of you to believe!"

"Why?" Canada asked, alarmed at hearing such a distraught tone.

England leaned back on the couch. "I have something to ask of you two. I'll tell you when that stubborn yankee gets back."

Canada studied England closely from his seat. The elder nation looked...almost sick. It wasn't really anything apparently wrong with him physically, but the way his shoulders sagged, and how he glared at every shadow as if afraid it would eat him...something was wrong. If only Canada knew what.

America came back into the room, a can of Cola in hand. He held out a second one. "Anyone want one?"

England waved it off dismissively. "Your soda is much too sweet for me."

Canada accepted the second can with a nod. He cracked it open and waited.

America sat in a recliner to the left of the couch. "So," he asked, draping one leg over the other. "did you come here just to argue, or do you have another reason for your visit?"

England took a deep breath and said, "I need you two to enroll at Hogwarts, and keep an eye on a young boy named Harry Potter."

"Who's that?" Canada asked curiously.

"Where's that?" America asked at the same time.

"It's a school, for witches and wizards," England stated almost proudly.

"Dude, did you miss that entire conversation we just had like, five minutes ago?" America scoffed. "Magic still isn't real."

Canada and quickly decided to stop the argument before it could restart. "England, would you mind giving America and I a moment of privacy? I need to speak to him."

England reluctantly inclined his head. America sighed and got up from his seat, following Canada into the kitchen.

"Wassup?" America asked casually.

Canada folded his arms. "Have you seen how England has been acting lately?"

America frowned and threw his empty can into the trash bin. "Yeah-"

Canada cut him off, gesturing with his thumb back to the living room. "Don't you think you could humor him? Just for now? He obviously needs help." Canada then pointed at his brother. "So do you."

America cocked his head to the side uncomprehendingly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you're in denial, and this is the best way to snap you out of it," Canada shot back irritatedly.

America narrowed his eyes for a moment. He then moved to place his hand on Canada's forehead. "Are you running a fever...?"

Canada smacked America's hand away. "Stop it! I know you're not that stupid, so stop playing at it! You've seen plenty of magic. You've seen it performed right in front of you! We are going to help England if I have to drag you kicking and screaming!" Canada huffed and fell silent with clenched fists, waiting for an answer.

America was quiet, the gears evidently turning in his head. He grimaced and finally said, "Fine, but you owe me."

The blue eyed nation turned on his heel and stalked back to the living room. He composed himself and plastered an easy smile on his face as he entered the room and sat back in the recliner. "Alright then! Let's do this thing!"

England looked like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, "Really? Oh, wonderful!" He stood up, and paced the fireplace, "Alright then. We go to Diagon Alley next week. You two," he pointed at both Nations, "must meet at my house by Friday. We'll hammer out the details then." He had a smile on his face as he pulled out the stick from before, "I will see you both then!" There was a rush of wind and a flash of light, and the green eyed nation was gone, leaving only stray papers from the wind.

Canada turned toward his wide eyed brother, "How would you rationally explain that one away? Oh, Not-Superstitious One?

America placed a finger on his chin as if heavily considering it. "Um...crop circles?"

Canada facepalmed.

And so, by popular demand, Harry Potter and Hetalia! I'll admit, it's been a while since I've read any of the books, so I'll mostly go by the movies. I hope you don't mind!

Look out for the next chapter! I always finish my stories. What do you think so far?

Later dudes. ^J^