Hey everybody, welcome to my first Hetalia/Pottertalia story. I actually got the idea from this from a dream where Alfred and Matthew were trapped in Hogwarts and Alfred was very sassy about it, he was not happy being there. I decided to delve a little on this idea and a full blown story came to mind, and since I moved to a new state about a week ago, I had plenty of time to write it out. As such, this is actually the only story I'm currently working on that has multiple chapters typed up and ready to be updated.
As I mentioned above, this is my first Hetalia fanfic, and I'm not entirely used to writing these characters. So I apologize if any of them seem out of character. Any help offered when it comes to writing them would be very much appreciated. I am also looking for nicknames for Kumajiro, since we all know our lovely Canadian can never fully remember his name.
Anyways, onto the disclaimer and then the story. Judaiandjohan does not own Harry Potter, Hetalia, or any of its characters. She owns only the plot and any OCs she may include in the future. Also, human names will be used. Enjoy!
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Alistair was in the middle of a nap when he felt two presences cross over his border. He cast out his magical sense and smiled when he felt the auras of his nephews. Seems they had gotten bored of long air flights or boat rides and figured out how to nation hop. It took them long enough, they were almost 400 years old, and barely figuring it out. He sighed as he sat up, running his hand through his hair before Apparating to where he was sensing their aura.
He found them in his own equivalent of Diagon Alley. It might not have been big as his younger brother's but it was still bustling with activity. Most likely parents getting their last second school shopping done before the school year started tomorrow. He found Matthew inside of the bookstore leafing through a few books, he stood beside the violet eyed blond for a few seconds before clearing his throat.
The blond jumped and looked to his side, his eyes widening a little in surprise before he recognized the person beside him. "Uncle Alistair." He happily greeted him, wrapping him in a quick hug before putting the book he was reading back on the shelf. "It's good to see you again."
"Aye lad, it has been quite a while, though I imagine your boss keeping you busy might have something to do with that." The blond nodded, and Alistair understood. As a nation there was always some kind of paperwork for them to do. "Now where might your brother be? I hope he isn't getting in to trouble, I'd hate to have to bail him out of jail again."
"Oh, the last place I left him was at the broom store. He was really curious about their build and was trying to figure out if he could 'trick them out' to make them faster." Matthew responded as they headed towards said broom shop.
"Don't you have brooms in North America? I know Quodpot is more popular over there, but I know your people still play Quidditch." Alistair asked out of curiosity, he had never been to visit his nephews' magic community. From what he's heard they seemed to be more open to lineage than some of the wizards in his own community. Though he expected as much from a country as nationally diverse as America.
"Yeah, they're just not as top of the lines as the ones you find here. Since it's not so big there, there's no real reason to make them souped up. Alfred, I found uncle Alistair, let's go." Matthew called out as he walked into the broom shop, immediately spotting his twin who towered over the gaggle of students eyeing brooms.
"Hold on Matt, I'm thinking of buying this Firebolt thing. Looks like it's the newest model, top of the line, if I could figure out its workings, I could make this baby fly." Alfred yelped when he was grabbed by the ear and dragged out of the store. He sometimes forgot his older brother was almost as strong as him and had no problem dragging him around if he needed to.
"You can come back and drool over it later. Right now we're supposed to be visiting uncle Alistair, and he's waiting for us." Alfred huffed as the slightly older male finally released him outside of the shop. His expression changed when he noticed a familiar looking red head waiting.
"Hey uncle Al." He cheerfully greeted the older nation, "So what are we going to do today?"
"Well lad, I was thinking of showing you some of the sights and then giving you a tour of my magical school. I know you have your own, by the name of Ilvermorny if I remember correctly, but I thought you might like to see the school that influenced it."
"Sounds good to me, are we going to Apparate there?" The red haired nation nodded before offering his hands to the twins. Both had been able to Apparate for close to two centuries, but it would be safer for him to take him as they didn't know where exactly they were going.
First he took them to go see some of his more famous castles, from Stirling, to Edinburgh, to the castle trail. They were both awed by the design, as castles had never been in style in their countries. He then took them to visit the more residential areas, both of their favorites being his Isle of Skye. Finally, he wrapped it up with visits to his wilderness. He obviously took them to Loch Ness, introducing them to Nessie, as well as Loch Lomond.
By the end of the trip both twins were excited to see this magical school of his. They both figured it was probably in some sort of castle, as Scotland seemed to be packed with them. They were surprised when they found themselves in a small village of some sort and looked to their uncle in curiosity.
"The school has anti-Apparation wards around it to prevent people from just breaking in. This is the closest we can get to it through Apparation, we'll have to walk the rest of the way." He gestured behind them, and when they turned around, sure enough it appeared to be some sort of castle some ways off. They shrugged and started walking.
"Normally the school has wards around it that make it invisible to Muggles and stops them from entering on accident. The Headmaster can change the wards to keep other things out as well, as can the school herself. If she senses something evil is trying to enter, she'll prevent it from entering." Alfred nodded as he took this in. His own school had similar wards and could even wake its occupants if something was wrong.
As they got closer, both Alfred and Alistair could sense something was off about the school. The Scottish man knew the school better than anyone and knew something was upsetting her, while Alfred got more of a general feeling he learned to pick up from his own school. Mattie however continued walking as if nothing was wrong.
The twins walked a few feet ahead of the Scotsman, eager to see this school for themselves. They had both attended Ilvermorny quite regularly, returning every few years to check on how their magical citizens were learning. They did not see when Scotland found himself running into some sort of invisible barrier, and didn't notice he wasn't with them till he shouted their names.
They turned back and found the Scotsman standing in one place. "What's wrong?" Matthew asked, wondering why he hadn't followed.
"Something's stopping me, I can't get through." He put his hand out and it seemed to meet with some sort of invisible barrier. He then leaned on it with his whole body as if to demonstrate that it was completely preventing him from getting through.
"That's weird we got through just fine. See, let me show-what the hell?" The American shouted in response when he found that something was preventing him from rejoining his uncle. He pushed against it, normal at first, then using his full strength in an attempt try to break through. Matthew was also unable to pass through it from their side.
"Something's preventing me from entering and you from leaving. From my side it feels like it's the school trying to keep me out. Do you sense anything similar Alfred?" He knew the younger nation was more experienced with wards than his twin, after all he had seen Ilvermorny built from scratch the same way he had helped build Hogwarts from scratch. This usually lead to a strong bond between a nation and its school.
Alfred shook his head in response. "I don't know, it might be the school, something just feels wrong about it from this side."
"Why won't you let me through, what's wrong?" He half muttered to himself, hoping the school would respond. When he got none he turned his attention back to the twins who were now waiting for him to say something. "I'm going to go get Arthur and the Minister of Magic. Try to see if you boys can find any weak spots while I'm gone, either physical or magical." They nodded and split to check the strength of the ward.
Alistair ran back to Hogsmeade before nation hopping into his brother's territory. Nation hopping was similar to Apparating but had a much larger range and was exclusive to the nations. He needed to only think of a country, imagine himself there, and poof, it was done. It could be used to get halfway across the world in the blink of the eye. The only thing able to stop nation hopping were certain wards that a nation would put up during wars. Switzerland constantly had one up, despite there being no war at the moment.
He appeared in London and quickly searched for his younger brother's aura. He found him down in the Ministry of Magic with the minister. He quickly Apparated to his brother's location, startling both the nation and the minister.
"Bloody hell Alistair, couldn't you use the door like everyone else?" The blond nation growled at his older brother.
"Something's wrong with the ward at Hogwarts." He tried to say, being cut off by a very angry Britain.
"And why pray tell, does that give you the right to interrupt a meeting between me and my minister? It can wait until after we've finished talking. Now as I was saying minister." Arthur turned back to continue the conversation they were previously having.
Alistair decided to pull his trump card, as he knew his brother wouldn't listen any other way. "Alfred and Matthew are trapped inside of it." This stopped the British man dead in his tracks. Alistair knew this would do the trick, Arthur always had a soft spot for his former colonies and would drop anything he was doing if they were in danger.
"What do you mean they're trapped? The wards shouldn't prevent them from entering and exiting freely, no other nations have a problem with it. Hell, last year Germany and France attended with their schools."
"Wait, those two you mentioned, are they like you?" The minister asked, confused about why his nation was worried. Although it would make sense if they were also nations.
"Yes, Alfred is the United States while Matthew is Canada." Arthur responded before waiting for his brother to answer.
"There's some kind of ward keeping me out and keeping them in. I'm not sure what's keeping them in, but I think the school is preventing me from entering." At this Arthur's brow furrowed in confusion. The magical school had never prevented its own nation from entering. Sure Arthur occasionally pissed the Scotsman enough for the school to lock him out, but it had never done this. The bond between the nation and his school was too strong for one to be upset at the other.
"Perhaps we should speak to the Headmaster, he might be able to lower the wards to let Alfred and Matthew out, or even explain why you can't enter." Arthur suggested.
"I wouldn't recommend that England, Dumbledore's become a blathering fool wanting to take control of the ministry by spreading lies of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named returning." The minister spoke up, not trusting Dumbledore at all.
"Unfortunately if Alistair can't enter Hogwarts and convince it to lower its wards, we have no other choice. The Headmaster is the only one with the power to lower the wards around the school. We'll need to nation hop to get over there quickly, minister if you would grab my hand we can be in Edinburgh in the blink of an eye." The man nodded and grabbed his nation's hand.
From Edinburgh all three Apparated to Hogsmeade. They briskly walked up to Hogwarts, and while Alistair stopped, knowing where the ward was, Arthur slammed into it, falling back onto his butt. The Minister was able to pass through without a problem though, rejoining the two nations on the other side.
They heard a commotion coming from a section in the forest, and were relieved to see the New World twins emerge. "Any luck with the wards lad?" Scotland asked, hoping there was something.
"No, it's completely solid all the way around. We tried both magic and physical strength and nothing's giving." Alfred responded with a dejected look.
"Looks like we have no choice but to bring the Headmaster. Alistair, would you-?"
"Already on it, Expecto Patronum." The Scotsman had pulled out wand before uttering the spell and a silvery unicorn sprang from the tip. It also tried to pass the ward but when it found it couldn't, it pranced in front of it, unsure what to do. "What on earth?" All four nations stared in confusion as the spell faded, since it no longer had an destination or a purpose. Arthur was the first to recover and spoke to the blue eyed blond.
"Alfred, send a Patronus to the castle, have it find the Headmaster and tell him he's needed at the border." Alfred nodded, pulling his own wand out and cast the same spell his uncle had. A silver eagle flew from the tip, soaring back towards the castle.
Matthew decided to test if the ward prevented their Patronus from leaving. He pulled his wand out, muttered the spell, and from it sprung a giant silver bear. It sniffed around the ward cautiously, swiping at it with a translucent paw. The nations were surprised when the bear passed through the ward with no problem. It walked back and forth between the nations, meeting no resistance, before finally disappearing.
When England tried, his lion Patronus, much like Scotland's unicorn, was unable to pass through. "This doesn't make any sense. Both Alistair and I are much more powerful than either of you. If your Patronus is able to pass through, why isn't ours?"
"Maybe it has something to do with power levels. I mean, you and Alistair are incredibly powerful when it comes to magic. Maybe the school sees you as a threat and that's why it isn't letting you enter. Since Alfred and I aren't as powerful, it let us through." Matthew suggested, but Alistair shook his head.
"Hogwarts would never block me out, she knows I would never hurt her or anyone inside of her." Alfred nodded in understanding, he and his magic school sharing a similar connection.
Soon a rustling noise was heard from behind the twins, and they were joined by an old man with a really long beard. "Headmaster Dumbledore I assume?" Arthur asked, already sizing the man's magical prowess up. There was no doubt he was powerful, but even the young nations beside him were much stronger, the man was not much of a threat to any of them.
"You are indeed correct; may I ask why I was summoned here?" Dumbledore asked, wondering just what the Minister was doing here. They weren't exactly on the best of terms.
"Well Headmaster, my nephews and I were in Hogsmeade and I thought I might show them Hogwarts. They have never seen it as they are American and attended the American school of magic. However, while we walked, I found myself unable to pass a certain point. When they came back to check on my, they found they were unable to pass the same point on their side. We believe the school's wards may have accidently trapped them inside and now they can't get out." Alistair explained to him, Dumbledore nodding in understanding.
"We were wondering if it's possible for you to lower the ward so that they can pass through and we can continue on our way." Arthur finished up.
"Unfortunately Mr.-"
"Kirkland."
"Well Mr. Kirkland, unfortunately that won't be possible." The New World twins looked startled, the Celtic brothers looked upset, and the Minister looked furious.
"What do you mean by that Dumbeldore? Do you plan on keeping these boys prisoners in there?" He asked, this would not go over well with the American and Canadian Ministers of Magic.
"No, not like that. See, something has set the school on edge since the Triwizard Tournament. It might be possible that the school deems that it needs someone to protect it, and it has chosen these boys. If it has, I can unfortunately do nothing to help them out."
"So you're saying this school has chosen two random 19-year-old boys to protect 100's of students? That doesn't make sense Dumbledore." The twins huffed at being referred to as incapable of defending themselves and others. They were countries and they had seen war, they were far from defenseless, however they didn't say anything.
"I cannot claim to know how the school thinks minister; it works in mysterious way. May I make a suggestion?" Dumbledore asked as he noticed the green eyed blond looked ready to hurt someone. This got the others' attention.
"Go on." The minister said, cautious about Dumbledore and not wanting him to get his hands on the two North American countries.
"Perhaps they can attend Hogwarts for the year, as the school does not want to let them free. They could help protect the students if a need arose, and when the year ends, we can see if the school will release its on hold on them." This caused all 5 people to think.
"I don't like this Al, something seems really weird about this." Matthew said switching to Iroquois, it was a language only the two of them understood, as the tribe's territory was in both America and Canada. Whenever they had the need to speak privately without the risk of others understanding them, they either used Iroquois or Sioux.
"I know, the school isn't happy about something, I can tell. I'd ask uncle, but I don't think he can talk to the school while he's trapped out there."
"Do you think it knows what we are? And that's the reason it trapped us in here?" "That doesn't make sense though, why would it trap us in here, but not let in Iggy or Ali? They're stronger in magic, it would make more sense for them to be in here and not us."
The Celtic brothers watched as the twins babbled to each other in another language. Scotland didn't have a clue to what they could be saying, so he turned to Arthur. "Any ideas on what they're saying?"
England shook his head. "They're probably speaking in a Native American language. They used to do it a lot when they were younger and wanted to keep secrets. Their people were the only ones who learned it, although it was used in World War 2 as a code." He sighed as he ran his hand through his short blond hair.
He then switched to Welsh so nobody else could overhear. "What are we going to do about this Alistair? We can't exactly leave America trapped in a magical school. As much as I hate to admit it, the world would be thrown in chaos if he disappeared."
"I don't think we have another choice, whatever has them trapped here isn't going to let them leave. Perhaps we can have their bosses send their paperwork to them here and they could still work on it while attending the school." The two nations thought before the Ministers approached them.
"I don't think there's another option, is it possible for them to fulfill their duties while they're in the school?"
"We can ask them, Alfred, Matthew." The twins looked up from where they had been concentrating on talking. "If we asked your bosses, do you think they'd be able to mail your paperwork to you?"
"Probably, I mean, most of it is reading things through and signing approval." Alfred answered.
"Do you think you can have someone cover your more important meetings?" Arthur asked, the twins had smaller sections that could work independently, so it was possible to pass it on to one of them.
"Yeah, I can probably get Michael to take care of my meetings."
"And Edward already knows how to take care of things in case of an emergency."
"Well, it's best if you send a message to your bosses and charges to let them know you'll be gone for a year."
"Wait, you mean we seriously have to stay here? Dude, I've already graduated magic school, I don't want to go back." Matthew snorted at his brother's comment. "At least not some school I know nothing about."
"There's no other choice Alfred, we can't get you out of there, as the school seems to think that it needs you and your brother."
The American growled angrily as he slammed his fist into the barrier. He did not want to be stuck here, he had things he needed to do and stuff to take care of. Most importantly being overseeing the sorting and wand ceremony at Ilvermorny. There were still two important wands that needed to choose someone, and if he and Mattie weren't there to teach them how to be properly wielded it could lead to chaos.
"Now, you boys will have to be younger to attend this school. While you do look young, you would barely pass as a 16-year-old. You'll need to be de-aged slightly to appear at most, 15." The twins nodded and patiently waited for the Celtic nations to remember the spell. Thankfully it worked through the border and both returned to their pre-independence appearance.
"We'll get any supplies you might need for school, is there anything else you need?" Both boys thought intently.
"Well, our Ilvermorny textbooks and potions book would be helpful. Oh, can you send Liberty over? I'll need her to send the letters to my boss and Adam."
"Can you also bring Kumachichi? I don't want him to be all by himself." Matthew spoke up, worried about his polar bear cub.
"Right, textbooks and pets, that won't be a problem. Now I assume the Headmaster will escort you to the school and explain how things work there." He glared at the old man, threatening him to disagree. He was trusting two of his former colonies to this man, he did not want anything happening to them under his eye.
"Of course, right this ways boys." The young nations followed, America grumbling the entire way.
Arthur turned back to his Minister of Magic. "It might be better that we continue our conversation at another time. My brother and I need to talk." The minister nodded and when they reached Hogsmeade the Celtic nations nation hopped him back to England then went on their way.
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Welcome to the bottom everybody, what do you think? Did I write Scotland, England, America and Canada alright?
I believe I saw the idea of nation hopping in another fanfic on this site, although I can't remember the name of it. If anyone can tell me the name I will happily give credit to the writer. I also enjoy the headcanon that a country can tell when another country crosses their border.
I did research on the Native American tribes in North America to try to find a tribe that shared both America and Canada. I always enjoyed the idea of them using it when they wanted to speak privately, after all, those tribes were only native to them, and the language didn't spread far beyond, heck, we used it for codes during World War 2, since no other country knew it. I had the idea for a while, but a story by an author named silverheartlugia2000 motivated me to go through with the idea. While they did opt for Lakota, I dug a bit, and found that the Iroquois and Sioux territory stretched over what is now America and Canada. I decided to go for Iroquois, as it was closer to the original 13 colonies, but it could easily be swapped for Sioux. So any time you see *this* know that they are speaking Iroquois, even if I don't say it.
That's all I have to say for now. Please feel free to tell me what you think, I will be updating quite soon, since at this point, chapter 3 is already finished and I have started on chapter 4. Love it, hate it, just review it. Buh-bye!