Before we begin this story I would like to explain a few things. First of all, this is a re-write of the original Swish and Flick that was posted a while and then procrastinated re-writing because I'm me. However, it has returned! It should be noted that those who read the original, both Swish and Flick and Ancient Incantations should probably forget those two stories existed as there will be quite a few changes with this re-write; not everything will change - there will still be events that stay the same, characters that still appear like they do, and some chapters will seem incredibly familiar but please note that this will not follow the exact same way. If you're ever confused about anything, feel free to leave it in a review or just PM me and I'll try to explain it as best as I can. (This also goes without saying but don't expect the writing style to be the same. Like, at all)
Aside from these changes within the plotline and how the story will be set-out, everything else should stay the same, you can request for characters or tell me off if I'm doing something stupid. Notes will be in the Author's Notes section at the end of each chapter and you'll probably find stupid references throughout the story. I'm very thankful for everybody who reviewed, favourited and followed the previous series and I really hope you'll all enjoy the rewrite~!

Disclaimer: I'm afraid to say that I don't own either Hetalia or Harry Potter. That all belongs to their respective owners. (I do own my own characters and some of the plot though!)

Warnings: This fanfiction will contain colourful language, magical creatures of all shapes and sizes, magic spells of all complexity, various references to things you may or may not understand, personified nations raiding a magic school, references to AUs, various headcanons and things like that. Please be careful

Swish and Flick

Chapter 1

It was dark. Though that was to be expected as shadows fluttered around the area, creeping its way onto the materials that made the shapes of buildings, cars and humans alike; cowardly in the way they took over as the sun slunk away in its exhaustion, yet despite the lack of their greatest enemy they still scurried away from the electrical lamps dotting the streets. Despite the late hours ticking themselves away into early morning, the faint sound of multiple voices could be heard at one of the more lit up buildings. The lights were more old fashioned; instead bearing candles wrapped up in glass shields that hung on either side of the wooden door. One glance at the peeling beige wallpapers and the moldy looking roof would tell anyone the place was old, but the people inside were more focused on the quality of the drinks than the quality of the building and the owner had no problems with that. No need to waste money on trivial things

A bar was the last place you'd expect to find certain people and yet the first place most minds are drawn to. Perhaps that was what made it such a suitable place for the trio inside the bar, sat huddled together in a little corner as their noses wrinkle with the foul smells and their ears ring from the multitude of noises caused by the other drinkers and their shenanigans. Still, the drunks did their job of making it easier to talk, and the rather odd trio would put up with that for one night.

"So," Comes a voice from one of the previously mentioned trio, laced with curiousity that could otherwise be missed over the sound of a bottle clinking against the side of the wall enough to make a light sound, "Please do enlighten us on why you have dragged us to your dull and dreary country, Eyebrows,"

Crimson eyes move their almost dull gaze from the place where the bottom of the bottle had hit the wall in favour of examining the blonde sat across from the speaker. At a first glance, the reason for the nickname becomes clear in the form of two large bushy eyebrows; if one had been staring at those eyebrows, it would've been all too easy to ignore the slight twitch as snake-skin green eyes narrow. A moment's pause, and then 'Eyebrows' sighs, causing some of his golden blonde hair to drift around as if it were caught in the air, "How many bloody times have I told you not to call me that, you git?"

"Enough times to still find it amusing to piss you off," Is the rather chirpy reply from the crimson-eyed man, laughter causing his body to shake and cause a mop of shaggy brown hair to shield his eyes for a moment; drawing more attention to the two sharp canines. If the other two members of the trio notice it, they make no comment; instead waiting for the man to cease his laughter, thoroughly annoying the blonde nicknamed 'Eyebrows'.

The third member, a man with light blonde hair – some of which being held back by a Nordic Cross barrette – simply rolls his dull blue eyes, a detached hair curl somehow following his movements as he leans forward a little in preparation to hit his brunette friend. He doesn't have to, as the crimson-eyed man calms down, "Vlad's right though," He comments, voice completely void of emotion, "Why did you call us here?"

The bushy browed man sighs as the other two turn their full attention to him, curiousity and interest piped and it takes him a few moments to wonder how to break it to them, "Right. You're aware how us three are –"

"Are the ones who are ridiculed for believing in the truth about magic?" Vlad cuts in, leaning back in his chair and clinking the bottle against the wall again, "Yes, we're quite aware of that thanks for asking. Your point, Arthur?"

'Eyebrows' otherwise known as Arthur sighs, coming to the decision no matter how he tried to break it, it would not go down well, "Alastair. . .received an odd request from Alfred and Matthew a couple of days ago,"

". . .And?"

"They were asking to go to Hogwarts,"

Following the statement was a long pause of a silence filled with disbelief and shock, until at last Vlad speaks up, "They what?"

"They were asking," Arthur repeats, a deliberate slow pace in his words to make sure they would sink in, "To go to Alastair's school for witches and wizards – Also known as Hogwarts,"

"Is this some kind of joke? You expect us to believe that after the incident last month? I call bullshit! Right, Lukas?"

The man with the Nordic Cross barrette glances at Vlad for a few seconds before glancing at Arthur, "It's certainly. . .unexpected, considering the things Alfred has done in the past. . ." He trails off, tossing a few thoughts in his head before fixing his gaze on Arthur again, "Did they actually ask Alastair?"

At this, Arthur snorts as he folds his arms across his chest, "No, actually, they sent an owl to Dumbledore. In fact they specifically asked him not to tell Alastair about it,"

"Well how do you know about it then?"

"Alastair told me,"

". . .How did Alastair find out if -?"

"Dumbledore technically didn't tell him,"

"Sneaky bastard," Vlad snickers, having caught the connection and finding it oddly amusing. However, now was not the time to joke around, as now they had a curious issue on their hands, "But why would Alfred and Matthew try to hide it from us?"

"Because we're us?" Lukas suggests, brushing off the two odd looks he got in response, "Or maybe Alfred simply doesn't want to admit he was wrong about magic being real,"

"But why try to hide it? They're just putting themselves at risk of losing control!"

"But they don't know that, and that's probably why they're attempting to go to Hogwarts,"

"Bloody idiots, the two of them," Arthur sighs, shaking his head a little in exasperation as he pictures the amount of trouble the two could get into. Vlad watches him curiously, before placing the bottle back onto the table and leaning on the wood; resting his chin on his hand and humming a little to himself, "What are we going to do about it?"

"For now, nothing," Arthur answers grimly, much to the others disappointment and annoyance, "I get the feeling we'll get dragged into it eventually anyway. There's no point scaring them off,"

". . .Speaking of scaring them off isn't Alfred afraid of ghosts?"

Upon hearing the words, a playful and mocking smirk spreads onto Arthur's lips, the glint in his eyes practically showing them what the blonde was thinking, "Yes,"

There's a pause as Vlad snickers, clearly glad at least Alfred would get some sort of karma without them stepping in, "You think we can get someone to film it?"

Lukas raises an eyebrow at the suggestion, but Arthur simply laughs; evidently considering the idea and making a mental note of it. Before anyone could comment or respond properly, the sound of glass shattering snatches their attention. Instinctively, the trio spin around in order to find the source of the sound, only to see a couple of the bars regulars warily moving away from a small puddle of glass shards; muttering among themselves about how it wasn't them. Exchanging a glance is all the three need until they're paying the bartender for the drinks and racing out into the cold and bitter air.

Light was barely managing to spread themselves onto the otherwise dreary scene; though the group seem to brush it off, glancing in every direction they could in search of something suspicious. To anybody watching, they would've stated how they seemed to be in-tune of something else as well, never looking over their shoulders and only ahead, like they had become a part of the land and the song it sung. Though after a few minutes, Vlad sighs, "I think we lost it,"

"Let's hope it doesn't cause any trouble,"

"Bloody hell," Arthur sighs, though nods in agreement as his eyes sweep the area one last time. When it turns out to be fruitless, the blonde focuses his attention on the wisps surrounding him as the cold atmosphere illuminates his breath to the naked eye, "If it does we'll have to look for it,"

"Scared you'll lose time with your boyfriend, Iggy~?" Vlad teases, taking the opportunity the second it had sprung up; laughing at the twitch of the blonde's eyebrows, "France will be waiting for you, we can all asu –"

"That wanker is not my boyfriend!" Arthur protests; face lighting up a shade of red invisible to the others, "I'm disgusted you would even suggest that!

The crimson-eyed blonde simply cackles in response, more than happy to wind his friend up under the gentle beckoning lights of the nearby lamps. It was most likely due to this reason they fail to notice the presence in the very bar they had just left that had been brushed off by everyone else. The figure of a woman was almost unidentifiable by how small she was – probably no larger than the size of someone's hand – and she was hovering just where the trio had been sitting, examining a piece of parchment that had been abandoned. A giggle escapes rosy lips that curl into a smirk as the figure's eyes linger on the farewell, "Well, well, well. I get the feeling that this year will be very interesting for you. Very interesting indeed,"

A/N: I've returned! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to return my gosh I'm a terrible person and I could use the whole life excuse but I kind of doubt I'd get away with it for the amount of time I've been gone. figuring out what I was going to change did take a while though, even though I'll still probably once again make half of this up as I go along.
You should probably thank CrimsonPuppetmaster for getting my ass back into gear so that I could finally get around to posting this, she's amazing honestly, one of the biggest inspirations ever you have no idea. Speaking of Crimson, she's writing her own fanfiction! It's also a Harry Potter / Hetalia crossover, however her fanfiction takes a much darker twist with the series and it's going to be one of the greatest things ever, you can find it here; s/9983375/1/Secrets feel free to check it out and support her with that!

Boy does it feel good to start off a crossover with the magic trio. You've gotta love the magic trio, right? I love them at least, but I love them all.

(If anybody's wondering there probably won't be pairings in this unless you all request it or something? I can't really write romance anyway but I couldn't resist vlad saying that. blame Crimson... )
I'd also like to talk about updating. I PROMISE I WILL TRY WHENEVER I CAN but being a human being can suck at times. Things to do, writers-block to loathe, roleplays to catch up with. In-between that and school and shit I also draw and write other bits and pieces in my spare time (I currently have a request that I need a write as well~!) so there's always that. I will try to update when I can though...And hope it makes sense this time.

Is that everything? I think that's everything. See you next chapter~! (Oh boy it's not everything, is it?)
~ Rose