Hello and welcome to my first fan-fiction publication! *crowd cheers*
I welcome praise, ideas, and criticism in this story and will do my best to remain true to the source material and characters.
Moving on! This is rated T for minor language and possible violence in the future. The language will not exceed common cable TV standards and violence shouldn't be too bad, but I am cautious with everything. Also there will be no pairings in this story except for those that are canon (mostly in the Harry Potter universe). Everyone else will just be friends or fatherly/brotherly relationships in some cases.
As for the story, it will be more of an Action/Adventure/Humor story. It will take place in the fifth year, but, since the story has already been told, I will focus on the nations' parallel story line a little bit more. Don't worry, your favorite wizards will show up, but the nations take center stage (somewhat).
I will probably post updates every week or so however it may be faster (or slower later on) since I already have the first four chapters finished. Anyway, thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I am not AWESOME enough to own Hetalia. I am not magical enough to own the Harry Potter franchise.
~Frostyfire325
Prologue
It was late in the afternoon and England was enjoying a cup of tea. It was like any other day: he settled some disputes, did paper work, and was prank called by America four times. He sighed, and then took another sip. For once in his life, he wished that he didn't have to do the droning work that continually sapped his energy daily. He wished he had a break from it all.
As if to grant his silent plea, there was a tap on his window. England peered over and spotted a brown owl perched upon the window sill. He would have dismissed it to have been any other owl except this one had a letter in its beak.
A letter, England thought to himself, it can't be, I haven't been active in the wizard world since about a decade ago.
He set the tea down on the coffee table, stood, and strode over to the window. He unlatched the glass pan and slid it up. England reached out his hand and the owl set the letter in his grasp. Seeing the acceptance of the letter as an invitation, the owl decided to glide into England's house and perch itself on top of a long necked lamp, waiting for a reply. After pulling the window down again, England took the letter and sat down in his chair. He examined the envelope, which was addressed to "Mr. Kirkland," and thought for a moment.
Whoever it was knew his other name, the one he used when he was on the street. Perhaps the writer was someone he had met, but he never made to many close connections in the magic world. Knowing someone who doesn't age is not common in the least, even there. He kept his distance from any compromising relationships, as his status as a nation was completely secret to everyone (save a few high ranking government officials). Or at least everyone except . . .
England turned the envelope over and noticed a large H stamped with wax. Yes, he knew who had sent the letter. He opened the envelope to the letter that lay within it and unfolded it. Turning on the lamp next to him, he began to read:
"Dear Arthur Kirkland,
It has been a long time. Sixty years to be precise, and I bet you haven't changed one bit. I must thank you once again for helping me discover the twelve uses for dragon's blood, as it has been my claim to fame. However, I find myself inclined to ask for your assistance once more. As I'm sure you are aware of, the Dark Lord has resurfaced."
This sent shivers down England's spine. He did keep up with the magical world through the newspapers, mainly the "Daily Prophet", there were some stories but most of them denied the resurrection of-Vol- well, you-know-who. The letter continued:
"I am also aware that the media has been downplaying the events of the last Tri-wizard-tournament, claiming incident led to the death of that poor boy. However, I know that you understand that this is indeed possible and thus the Ministry is trying to keep everyone quiet. You must believe that the Dark Lord is a threat beyond the wizard world and extends danger to the muggle realm as well. This is why I ask for your help, not only for the safety of the magical realm but the muggle world as well.
I believe that the dark lord needs something in order to grow stronger in his followers and in personal strength. The Order of the Phoenix has convened and has been pondering the motives of the death eaters. One of the members fought a death eater and was able to acquire an ancient book off of him. The book is something that I believe is even older then you are, and it dedicates itself to the achievement of immortality. Much like that of a Sorcerer's Stone, the book sights different ways to gain immortality. However, there is only one in which is achievable without a pure heart. I believe that this will be a danger not only to you, but all of those who are of your kind."
England blinked, this could be bad. He continued:
"The entire ritual is not specified within the book because it is the first volume of two books, but we suspect the procedure is located in the second volume, which we believe is in the grasp of the Dark Lord. The ritual needs two things, the heart of one who has cheated death at the hands of the caster and the heart of a nation. We both know that there is only one person who has truly cheated death at the hands of Voldemort."
"Harry Potter," England sighed.
"Mr. Potter is attending the school in which I am headmaster, and I have kept an eye on him. But, in light of recent events, I find that my own faculty (on more than one occasion) has been corrupted by death eaters. I do not think I can trust the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher either. That is why I ask you to help keep an eye on Harry to make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble. He has already been attacked by a Dementor and was nearly expelled and stripped of his magic this year. I need to ask you to-"
"I bet he's going to ask me to be a teacher," England came to the conclusion a little too early.
"-be a student."
"What?" England was shocked. He had one of the most extensive libraries of old magical text, he was at the level of a Grand-master, and he could perform spells (almost) flawlessly. Now he was going to be degraded to a student.
"I in no means wish to injure your pride. I know of your expertise crafted by centuries of life, but I feel that this is the best way. No doubt Potter is wary of teachers and we have no positions open at the moment. It would require extensive background checks in order to become a teacher, and I know that you cannot afford them in order to keep your secret. You would also stand out as a sore thumb in a crowd, being a teacher.
On the other hand, being a student would mean that you could blend it. You would be able to hide your secret easily and you would be able to become friends with Mr. Potter. I would also be able to come up with an alibi for your sudden arrival. You would also be in the fifth year. I know you do not look like a young man, but I'm sure with your expertise you have a spell that will fix that.
Please hurry with a response; I must know if I can trust you to help defeat the Dark Lord. Don't let me down.
Your Friend,
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore"
England was left speechless; he didn't know what to think. He would be helping a friend but putting himself it considerable danger, especially if the Dark Lord was looking to kill a nation. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of being a teenager again; it might bring back some pirate antics. Besides he had duties to his people, responsibilities; he couldn't just go running off on an adventure . . . could he? He glanced at the desk that had paper upon paper stacked up, waiting to be done. He looked back at the letter. Then back to the papers. Letter. Papers. Letter. Papers.
He stood, grabbed a piece of paper and frantically began to write.
Dear Albus, I'm in.
He then crafted a letter and was about to hand the reply to the owl when he noticed something about Dumbledore's letter. He had missed a line or two:
PS. I find it would be in our best interests if you created a party of other nations to accompany you to Hogwarts. It would be more efficient in protecting Mr. Potter and would help sell the illusion of a cultural transfer. About four others would do. I can't wait to meet you old friend and the others as well.
A groan escaped Arthur's lips as he sighed, "This is just great!"