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Welcome to my new story- and first crossover! As I am author of this fine story, it is my duty to inform you of these important messages:
1- I do not own Harry Potter, or Hetalia. Although that should be a give-in.
2- The HP storyline WILL NOT follow the books- or at least in most parts- from near the end of the first book onward. This means that the plot will be unpredictable, the characters strange and/or out of character, and some may not be favored in a good light.
3- Hetalia characters will be presented, also, at times, out of character. I will try to keep them as close to their original personalities, but no promises.
4- THERE WILL BE SWEARING. Maybe death too. And mentions of death. And other warnings. I will warn warnings at the warning section at the beginning of every chapter if there are any. You have been warned.
4.201- Also with that, notes, translations, and other comments will be posted at the end of every chapter.
5- England's brothers will make appearances, as well as my OC Vatican City. They will appear from time to time. Other characters and OCs will also appear in the HP sense as well.
6- PLEASE REVIEW! I love being bothered and bother other people! As long as you don't send me porn of rather scathing remarks. Criticism and ideas are welcomed and encouraged.
7- I will try to put the date that the chapter was posted at the very end, as well as the next chapter title. Sometimes I liked to know what date certain chapters were posted, I don't know why, but I'll put them in anyway. Maybe it'll get me more motivated to post more often...
SHOUT OUT TO PCheshire WHO HAS THE LOVELY PLEASURE OF WORKING THIS PLOT OUT OF MY HEAD. Discussions through PMs and that one random line that starts it all really does work wonders.
Chapter 1- Introduction to Wizarding Countries
A warm breeze rustled the soft green and blue drapes on the open window, letting in the hints of summer fast approaching upon the spring. The Italian home, a place where two brothers lived, had an unusual number of guests and only one brother playing host. Unlike the younger brother, who never seemed to invite anyone over in favor of visiting his friends in the other countries, the older brother took advantage of the one-less brother in the house to hold a meeting that only a select group of people were ever invited to.
And what a strange group it was! There was an Englishman with large bushy eyebrows sitting upon a couch in the living room, who was scowling darkly into his 'inferior' cup of tea. Across from him was another couch, of which two red eyed men of strawberry blond and silvery white hair respectively sat. Crushed between the white haired man and a pale blond man with a barrette in the shape of a cross in his hair was a quiet Canadian who was murmuring softly to the red-eyed, white haired man, trying in vain to get him to stop trying to play with the curl that weaved from his head, his attempts causing the other to laugh and his other red eyed companion smirk only slightly, showing off sharpened canines.
Beside the Englishman, much to said man's disdain, was a rather talkative Chinese-man who was busy chatting away about different recipes to a silent Egyptian who was both ignoring everyone yet watching them out of the corner of his eye.
A loveseat had been pulled from another room, on which seated two tall people. One was broad shouldered, a pale scarf trailing down from around his neck, his violet eyes gazing about as he smiled almost innocently. The other had the bangs of his blond hair spiked up towards the ceiling and had the distinct look of wanting to be anywhere but here.
A chair from the kitchen had also been stolen for this little get together in the living room, on which was propped the Italian brother, scowling darkly as he snapped at the others to try to get back on focus, his dark brown hair falling slightly into his face as he reached over to swat the albino-like man to "fucking stop playing with Canada's hair!".
This meeting was not like any other meetings held by the countries. In fact, most of the other countries didn't even know or believe in what they were meeting about. After all, wizards and magic don't exist apart in fairytales, or so they say.
Contrary to popular belief, these countries- South Italy, England, China, Egypt, Russia, Netherlands, Prussia, Canada, Norway, and Romania- got together every few months to discuss the one topic that makes them different than all the other nations; the wizarding world in their responsible countries.
Of course, only being ten countries, each one had to handle more than their own country. They each split up the other countries on similar languages, customs, and/or location. As such, these nine countries held in their hands the entire lives of anything magic, in a theoretical sense.
They weren't the only magical countries, mind you, as England's brothers, Scotland, Wales, and Ireland also had magic, but since England was in the politics anyway, he was the one to come to these meetings. All the other countries either completely forgot about magic or never knew to begin with, and now don't believe in its existence.
So now these ten countries were here, crammed into the Italian brothers' living room, going over each of their society of rule, comparing and contrasting, offering ideas and new regulations or dismantling of old ones.
And boasting. Lots of boasting.
The most boastful of the lot was England, when he was not complaining about the poor quality of Italian tea. Over the years he hasn't been able to boast much politically wise, as all of them knew that England's wizarding population has become more discriminate against those of non-human blood. The muggleborn problem was on the upper end of being fixed, but in place of muggleborn restrictions, ones against werewolves, vampires, and other such 'dark' creatures had been put into practice. There was always one group to put the blame on it seemed in England.
However, England still procured rather intelligent and famous individuals, useful spells, and valuable potions. People such as Dumbledore has been thrown around in argument against the most famous wizard of the time, spells such as the Patronus to ward off vile beings known as Dementors, and potions to revert the effects of transformation for werewolves like the Wolfsbane Potion- all of which came from England.
"And it was made by the best and the youngest in the world!" England said haughtily, in reference to some other potion made only a few months ago, yet the effects of it had impacted the entire European Wizarding World due to its usefulness.
"Who would that be?" came a soft voice not from any of the ten present, cutting through all argument and noise from them.
There, in the far corner of the living room, perched on a short stool near the wall, almost hidden behind the bookcase, was an eleventh person. His hair was that of gray charcoal, the strands falling over his ears in soft waves, two curls peeping against the sides of his thin, pale face. He was not here for the meeting, rather, he had been living in the Italian home for the past few days while his own home not too far away was going under some well needed remodeling. Unable to get him to leave, South Italy had shoved ear plugs into the man's ears, plopped his brother's iPod into his hand, and pushed him into the corner. The piece of technology was fascinating to the man, and having never worked a touch screen, had fiddled and prodded at the device that was blaring music into his ears ever since, not paying any attention to the conversation of magic going on in the same room and the others had completely forgotten about him.
He had figured out how to turn down the volume, though, and the current round of boasting had peaked his interest. He had removed one earplug, blinking gray eyes that matched his hair at the group that were now notified of his presence stared at him.
"Well, Snape, of course!" England broke the sudden silence, smirking over at China who had muttered something about one of his own potions master's being better, in his opinion, although no one else could hear him but those sitting on the same couch. He neglected to inform the gray eyed man of what this Snape was both the best and the youngest in, as it was well known throughout the ten of who he was. And due to the lack of this eleventh person's role in Wizarding society, none of them were about to inform him. Not that they planned on to, anyway- the man was Vatican City, after all. Even mentioning magic would probably cause him to swear that they were all possessed by the Devil… or something.
Yet at the mention of the Potions Master in question, the gray eyes brightened slightly, almost in recognition, and a small smile- or was it the beginning of a smirk?- played at the corner of the pale man's face before disappearing and giving a simple hum of acknowledgement. It happened all rather quickly, and the only one who seemed to notice was England, whose thick brows furrowed ever so slightly, and the only reason why he noticed was because he learned how to read small facial expressions from his own days at the most famous English-speaking wizarding school in Europe. This slim reaction seemed to both confuse and intrigue the Englishman.
His thoughts were soon veered off that course as the other Italian present spoke, rather loudly, that he was fucking starving and wasn't going to wait a second longer for lunch, which in turn caused the other countries to adjourn their meeting to go in search of food from nearby restaurants. It wasn't until England was on his way back to his own house after the meeting was over when the thought returned, and thinking back only brought in more questions. After all, when they returned from lunch to continue the meeting, Vatican City had disappeared and never returned, the musical device left on a side table next to the window and no longer functioning while it being brand new.
Notes:
The magical countries and the other countries they represent-
England- Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Australia and New Zealand.
Romano- Spain, Italy, Portugal, and Greece.
Russia- Ukraine, Belarus, Latvia, Estonia, Lithuania, and other smaller countries in the area.
Romania- The Balkans and Turkey.
Prussia- Germany, Poland, Austria, and Hungary
China- All Asian countries.
Canada- All of the New World (North America, South America, Central America, and all islands within the area).
Egypt- All Africa and the Middle East.
Norway- The Nordic countries.
Netherlands- France, Luxembourg, Belgium, Switzerland and Liechtenstein.
This is a very strange group, I must say so myself. However, I do not think they are uncompatible. True there are quiet ones, loud ones, and dangerous ones all present in the same room, but I feel that they seem to balance each other out. Many fanfictions I've read with this crossover type have a variety of magical nations, most containing England and his brothers, Romania, and Norway. Italy also plays a part in many of the stories, but I have felt that his brother had more of the wizarding type than Italy did. Romano has a certain vibe to him that makes him a better candidate in my mind.
Russia came in because, well, England did summon him once. Egypt has a deep mythological past and sense of magic of cursed tombs. It made sense to me add him. The similar sense was with China. Prussia and Canada I added because Canada has a more levelheadedness than America does, and the other New World countries aren't exactly mentioned apart from Cuba. Plus Canada is invisible at times- magic, I tell ye! Prussia just sort of went along... the magical circle here needed some brashness.
Now the Netherlands was something that popped out of the blue. In truth, I had no idea why he came to mind, but not really wanting to throw in France in... Plus the fact that Netherlands isn't mentioned much at all in any story I've read... I had to give him some screentime. Also, that hair...
Thoughts, questions, reviews, suggestions, critics are all welcomed and encouraged! Even if I get none or you all hate it, I already have the second chapter halfway done, so be ready for it in the next day or two!
(This chapter was posted on March 23, 2014).
Next chapter: Monday Mornings in March.