Hello! I haven't been around for a while and I'm sorry! But, I hope you like this.

I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter. If I did, states would be a thing, and Hufflepuff would get more credit.

The drab morning look in New York City settled deep down on the streets. Pedestrians walked groggily up and down the sidewalks. All of the state was like this, except for one very large world commerce building. Currently. Shouting could be heard coming from one of the many higher floors. People glared up at the building, anger that they would be so rowdy in the morning.

A small girl, about the age of fifteen, walked up to the building. Her dark reddish orange hair was pulled into a ponytail, and some hair framed her face. Her ocean blue eyes traveled up the building just in time to see a chair thrown out of one of them. It was heading right for her, but she stepped to the side and dogged it, a blank look on her face.

Besides her hair and eyes she had tanned skin, light green shirt with a purple button up shirt over it, a leather satchel by her side that was slung over her head, some gray shorts, and she held some papers and a box in one hand with a coffee cup in the other. She sighed and walked into the building. 'Can't mom and everyone else stop fighting?' She thought, as she nodded to the guard in front of the elevator.

Stepping into the elevator she pulled out an ID card and ran it against the scanner that was in the elevator. This gave her access to some of the higher levels in the building. She watched as the numbers slowly ticked up towards the number fifty, but at floor forty it stopped to pick someone up. Groaning her foot started to tap, impatient. An elderly man stepped into the elevator, and smiled kindly.

The girl looked at him and took in his appearance. He started digging around in his sleeve of the purple cloak he wore. Glancing at her he smiled, "Hello." He greeted, "I am Albus Dumbledore. If I may inquire, what is yours?" She looked at him and apprehensively replied.

"Iris, Iris Jones." Albus hmmed.

"Your eyes hold more wisdom, grief, and knowledge. Than someone of your age should."

"If you have been through what I have been through, if you saw what I saw. Then you would understand, but let's not trouble ourselves with the past." Albus looked shocked a t Iris's answer, but he shrugged off. Giving off a soft aha, he pulled out a box. Iris tensed and shifted her hand towards her satchel, where she had a gun hidden. But, it seems the elevator was not having it today, and it dinged to alert its passengers that it was at floor fifty.

Iris nodded to Albus and stepped out, Albus chuckled and pondered Iris's actions. 'She reacts like a war trained soldier.' Iris glance back at the elevator to see a devious glint in Albus's eye before the doors closed between them. Iris sighed again and walked down the hallway to the farthest conference room. As she got closer the shouting got louder. "I the HERO will now save the world from global warming!"

"Shut up you git!"

"Ohoh! Don't let America get you so riled up."

"Get away from me you pervert!" Iris rolled her eyes and walked into the meeting room, and everyone stopped. She stood there and waited until a man with blonde hair, green eyes, and bushy eyebrows ran in front of her. "Um, hello. Who might you be?"

"Not telling, I don't want to. Anywho, do you know if my mom is here?" Iris asked, looking at the people behind him. Another blonde haired man poked his head out of the crowd and quizzically asked Iris.

"Iris what are you doing here?"

"Well, mom. You forgot yer lunch, and so as I got that coffee you like. Why do you even like coffee, it's disgusting. Oh, also yer papers, I brought those too."

"First of all, I am a DUDE don't call me mom. Second, thank you and coffee is amazing. Amd no one here knows about your existence!"

"Oh, we all just assumed that you told them about us. I mean we are pretty hard to keep a secret." That was when eyebrows man decided to but in and have a say in this.

"Alfred, what are you guys talking about?" Mom looked at him, then me, and then at the ground.

"Well, Arthur. I would like you to meet my daughter, Utah, or Iris Penelope Jones." They all watched as he fainted and fell to the floor with a thump.

"Well, that went well. Good luck with him mom. I gotta go, State meeting and all. See ya!"And with that Iris walked out of the room and towards her own meeting. The countries all stared at the door, not quite processing the information.

An hour later Arthur woke, a pounding headache making him sensitive to light. But the light was soon covered by a certain someone's head. "Ugh." he groaned, "I just had the weirdest dream. In it a girl was claiming that Alfred was her mom. And Alfred was saying that she was Utah. But thats not possible because the states don't have person-" He cut himself off when he saw the the look on Alfred's face. "It wasn't a dream. Was it?"

"Uh, no...it wasn't."

"Darn it, Alfred! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you would act like this!" Both Arthur and Alfred started yelling, but were interrupted by an old voice.

"Arthur Kirkland. I am in need of help, the ministry is interfering at Hogwarts and Harry Potter will not be safe." They all turned towards the door to see the old man that was in the elevator.

"Albus" Arthur gasped softly.

Hey, thanks for reading! I know I have another story but I just don't have very much motivation for it anymore...I'm really sorry! But hope you liked this. R&R!