Author's note:

My first crossover story! Hetalia x Harry Potter, because I just love those two universes.

I apologise in advance for the mistakes in spelling and translation for the special words of Harry Potter's universe (I'm not used to them in English xD)

Anyways, this fanfiction will be USUK focused, but maybe with some one-sided FrUK, I will see~

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya while Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Enjoy!

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My name is Arthur Kirkland. And this year, I'm starting my first year as a wizard in the prestigious school of Hogwarts. Yes wizard, you read well. You muggles, probably don't know about this school, but it's really famous in the wizarding world. The best wizards of the past have been studying in this school. And as a descendant of one of the noblest pure-blood families of England, the Kirklands, I've been meant to enter this school since I'm born. And I must admit, I am a good wizard. I showed signs of magic before I reached one year old, even though obviously, I didn't know what I was doing at this time.

Now, this is how my life at Hogwarts begun.

I was walking with my younger brother, and my parents down the King's Cross Station. I had received my letter from Hogwarts and had bought all my supplies on the Diagon Alley. This is why I was holding my trunk (quite awkwardly due to the weight) and my owl's cage, while keeping silent, even though I really was excited to see the school.

The station was crowded and noisy, and my owl was just adding some more noise to it, while my brother was chatting with my mother. I glared at my owl and told her (she was a female) to shut up, which she gladly did noticing my glare. I was quite lucky to get along well with her, I can't imagine what it would have been if she wasn't obedient. But then, some people I know told me I had something in me that could make people easily bend down before me. Sadly, other people told me that it was probably because of the same fact that I didn't have friends. But I didn't care, who needs friends anyway?

I was deep in thoughts and didn't notice my father coming next to me.

" - Son, I hope for you that I won't hear any bad news, that you will keep the good image of our family in your head and do nothing against the laws, am I clear enough?"

My father was quite attached to our noble image, I had understood this soon enough when I was younger. Since then, I did never make a faux pas.

"- Yes, father," I nodded.

"- Good. Now I hope you will be in the right house, otherwise- "

My father didn't have time to finish his sentence as my mother came up to my side, placing her soft hands on my shoulders.

"- Come on, dear, Arthur will be in the house the Sorting Hat will sort him into, and it will be fine for both of us, won't it?" She smiled.

I must have inherited my persuasive power from her, because my father nodded slowly without a word.

We all stopped, right between the platforms 3 and 4.

I had read a lot of books about Hogwarts to perfectly know what I had to do at this point. In all the books, there was something about the famous platform 9¾, that famous wall that we, wizards, had to go through to find the platform of the Hogwarts Express, the train that will lead us to the school.

I eyed the wall, hesitating. What would you do, if you knew that you had to run right in a wall, even though you perfectly knew magic and that it was safe?

Well, I glanced at my father, and then at my mother, who nodded and gave me a smile. I knew I could do it. I was a Kirkland after all, I was afraid of nothing. I faced the wall and released a breath I didn't know I was holding. Tightening my grip on my trunk I started running towards the wall, and closed my eyes at the last second, when I thought I'd collide with the wall. But it never happened; instead, I felt like the atmosphere changed, I felt more magic around me.

When I opened my eyes, an amazing scene offered itself to my eyes. The Hogwarts Express was here, all black and red, smoke going away from the wheels and the chimney, blurring my vision a little. It was as noisy as the muggle's station, kids and parents were accompanying their son, daughter, brother or sister. The station was filled with laughs, and happy chatting. I looked behind me, just as my father went through the wall, quickly followed by my mother and my brother, who was far more excited than me to be here. Well, this wasn't true, I probably was more but I didn't show it.

My mother gave me another encouraging smile and looked at the train.

"- It seems like the train is about to leave, Arthur, you should be quick."

I nodded and started to walk down the platform. As I walked, followed by my family, I saw people much older than me entering the train. They probably were in 6th or 7th year. I couldn't help but notice that a few of the teens who were apparently my age, were strangers. I was particularly eyeing an Asian boy, who seemed really quiet when a loud laugh was heard. Everyone turned to the person, who apparently was a boy with blonde hair and glasses.

"- Ahah, it's gonna be alright, 'cause I'm a hero!" …And American, none the less, hearing his accent.

I walked away quickly from him; I certainly didn't want to be near such a person who was having everyone's eyes on him. I finally found a calmer spot, and turned to my parents while someone of the train's staff offered me to take my owl. I gladly accepted.

"- Don't forget to write us a letter, love," My mother kissed my forehead, and I felt my cheeks burning a little.

"- M-Mum…" She just giggled softly.

"- Have a nice year in the school, and don't forget what I said." My father added.

"- Of course.

- Hey, jerk Arthur, if you're in Slytherin, you're a bad guy!" My dear brother yelled at me. As always, I just glared at him and turned to enter in the train, waving at my parents as a last goodbye.

A few minutes after Arthur had disappeared in the train, a bell was heard, announcing the upcoming departure. The Hogwarts Express slowly started to move, and, quicker and quicker, left the station.

Peter Kirkland, Arthur's younger brother, made a movement to follow the train, wanting to run after it.

"- Peter, stay here, sweetie," Ms Kirkland held the boy's hand a little tighter, stopping him from running further.

When the train started to leave the station, and I couldn't see my family anymore, I headed to the compartments, searching for a free one. Sadly for me, the first ones were already taken, but finally, the last one of the wagon was free. I put my trunk on the place meant for it and sat right next to the window, letting a sigh out. I was finally going to Hogwarts; it was as if a dream was becoming true. My heart was racing in apprehension and excitement. I was taking my jacket off when suddenly the door of my compartment opened itself rather abruptly, making me jump in surprise.

"- Hey dude, can we sit here? All the compartments are already taken!" Said a blonde boy, a loud boy, with glasses and… Wait, isn't he the boy I saw earlier? Oh no, that can't be good, not at all.

"- I'm sorry, but I prefer being alone if you don't mind," I replied, still recovering from the surprise, and finally taking my jacket off.

"- Alone?" The American ran to sit right in front of me. What the bloody hell did I do to have him being stuck here? "That's not awesome at all! You can't stay alone. But don't worry; I'm a hero, so I'll stay with you!" As he said this, he flashed a goofy grin and thumbed up. Did he just… Invited himself over?

"- I do not need a hero of any kind, thank you very much! Now if you would move your ass from here, I'd gladly appreciate it," I glared at him; sadly, it didn't have the impact I had wished for.

"- Oh c'mon, please? I don't know where we could sit..." The boy looked a little sad as he said those words. But I noticed something wrong.

"- 'We'?" I frowned as I looked at the boy.

"- Yeah, I'm gonna go to Hogwarts with my brother!" As he grinned, the American pointed to the door of the compartment, still opened. This is when I noticed another blonde boy, and there was no doubt that they were brothers. His hair was wavy and a little bit lighter than his brother's, and a curl falling on his face. His eyes were purple but he was also wearing glasses. The strange thing about him was that he was holding a polar bear in his arms. Certainly a plush of some sort.

"- H-Hello," His voice had absolutely nothing to do with his brother's. He was calm and shy, the exact opposite of the loud American sitting in front of me. I turned my head to look at the said boy.

His hair was a bit darker and messier than the other boy. He had some strand of hair standing stubbornly on his head. His eyes were blue, almost as blue as the sky, and they were shinning with joy and happiness. It was as if the boy was happiness itself. His eyes were so deep, full of emotions I couldn't describe because I had never seen them before. I seemed to get lost in this ocean of blue, because when he turned to me (after saying something to his brother apparently, I didn't notice) his eyes widened a little, surprised by my stare.

"- Am I that awesome, you can't stop staring at me?" He smiled softly at me, not that goofy grin, just a nice smile that I thought he wasn't capable of. I finally reacted, surprised by my own odd behaviour.

"- I-I'm absolutely not staring, you bloody wanker!" I felt my cheeks burning like I've never felt before. What was happening to me?

"- Alright, alright! Whatever it is, I guess it's better for me not to know the meaning of it. Anyway, can we sit here, please?" At that, his expression dropped again, and his eyes were pleading me. I hesitated, but I knew they wouldn't leave me in peace otherwise, so I accepted.

"- Fine," I grumbled. As expected, the American jumped from his seat happily, yelling something like a "woohoo". He told his brother to join him on the seat, and the blonde boy did so quietly. I sighed and looked out the window; the journey to the school wasn't as nice as I thought it would have been.

"- Thank you, er…" I heard the American starting. I turned to look at him, and noticed he was holding his hand out. I stared at it silently a few seconds before taking it and shaking it in a quick movement, then looked at the boy.

"- Arthur, Arthur Kirkland," I said, waiting for the American's name.

"- I'm Alfred F. Jones! Nice to meet you! " The boy's grin grew wider as he squeezed my hand.

Somehow, I had a feeling that meeting him wasn't that much of a nice thing.