On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a Harry Potter parody!
Arthur collapsed into his seat on the Hetalia Express. He was exhausted —he'd spent all of yesterday in Diagon Alley shopping for school supplies. He'd had no idea that there were actual shops you could go into to by things like wands or flying brooms. How nice it would be, he thought quietly to himself, watching the landscape fly by, to fly on a broomstick. It would be brilliant.
He was jolted out of his daydreaming when he felt something nibble at his pant leg. He didn't really even have to look down to know what it was.
"Flying Mint Bunny! What's the matter, buddy, are you hungry?" Given an encouraging squeak, Arthur left his compartment in search of the food trolley.
The halls were crowded with kids young and old, some twirling wands, others reclining against walls and chatting with friends. It was the kind of atmosphere Arthur had always imagined himself in. It was comfortable, it was casual, and it was scaring the shit out of him.
Alright, so he wasn't a people person that wasn't a bad thing. It was just part of who he was. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing.
Finally he found the trolley; and just as he'd hoped, the money he'd gotten from the Axis Powers Bank was worth a fortune in useless junk food and candy here. As he was inspecting the candies and wondering if flying mint bunnies would be fine with rabbit flavored jelly beans, two other kids came up to the trolley with a few sickles clutched in their hands. The first was a boy with wavy brown hair tied into a pony-tail. He had a round, girly face and pouty lips. The second, a boy, had white hair and purple eyes, which, Arthur assumed, was normal for wizards, and made a point not to stare openly.
"Damn," The kid said, shamelessly staring right at Arthur's face. "Those are some big eyebrow's ya got there. You part troll, or something?"
"SHUT UP, AT LEAST I'M NOT AN ALBINO FREAK WITH PURPLE EYES! FUCK YOU!"
"Wait a minute," The second boy said, holding up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Don't mind him; he's just an idiot, he can't help but say stupid things." He leaned forward, squinting at Arthur's forehead more carefully. "But now that he mentions it. . ."
"Fuck you too!" Arthur shrieked, covering his forehead with his hands. "Fuck all of you!"
"Wait!" The brown haired boy grabbed his hand before he could run off. "You're Arthur Kirkland, aren't you?"
Slowly, Arthur lowered his hands. "Yes. . . How did you know that?"
The boy's eye completely lit up. "I knew it! You're the Boy Who Lived!"
Immediately, every eye in the trolley had fallen on him and his eyebrows.
Slowly, Arthur's hands went back up to his head. "Alright, I think we need to talk about this."
"But my aunt and uncle told me my parents were killed in a car crash!"
"Nope," The albino kid said through a mouthful of chocolate frog. "They were whacked by He Who Must Not Be Named." He didn't seem to harbor any grudge about being called an albino and being told to fuck off, which was nice —the downside was that he was incredibly annoying, so much so, that Arthur kind of wished he would take offence and leave. Every once in a while, the brown-haired kid threw him and apologetic glance, as though he was asking forgiveness for introducing them.
"Who's He Who Must Not Be Named?" Arthur asked, sitting forward in his chair.
"Well we can't very well just tell you his name," The albino laughed. "Then we'd be naming him, now wouldn't we? But anyway, speaking of names, my name's Gilbert. I thought I'd just tell you since you didn't seem to want to ask. I mean, it was pretty ru—."
"You can call me Ellie," The brown-haired kid said.
"Short for Ellias," Gilbert whispered to Arthur.
AN: So, I'm gonna try and do one of these every day leading up to Christmas. They will all be parodies, and they will all be for Hetalia, but I'm gonna dabble a bit in characters. Since I didn't get the idea for this earlier, I have to do them all in one day, so most will just be drabbles; so not at all as long as this one. I have a longer version of this one that I will upload after Christmas is over. Please be forgiving if I've made any mistakes in spelling or grammar. Twelve days until Christmas, you guys, WOOHOO!
