I wrote this a while back. It was in my computer waiting to be posted.

This is set when America is actually eleven, so I think that would make Britain an Empire and America a colony. Yes he's still a colony, and so is Canada. So this is bascally a FACE family fic with Harry Potter… Yeah Harry isn't anywhere near being born yet so this is like all OCs… I will try extremly hard not to make them perfect. So yeah… Hope you like!

Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia. If I did I would have rewritten history and make everything way better. Prussia would still be a nation. This is my only disclaimer, it goes for the entire story.

I don't own Hogwarts/Harry Potter either.

Chapter 1

"So England, you're finally home. I'm gonna get ya!" the personification of America decided he would have a little fun this morning. He wandered through the halls of the large house untill he came to a pair of open french doors. He tip toed behind the larger country and shouted, "What'cha doin?"

The empire jumped then gave him a look. "Alfred." He broke into a smile. It had been a while sense he had actually seen his younger brother. "Come here," Alfred jumped into his arms and they embraced. He had honestly missed the young country, but of coarse, not enough to not correct him on his grammer, "It's what are you doing, don't use slang it makes you sound less professional. Anyway, I'm writing a letter to Hogwarts."

"You're magic school?" The intrest was clearly visible in his eyes.

"Yes, they've asked me to fill in the transfiguration spot."

"Are you going to take it?" America's large blue eyes met England's green ones.

"Yes, I have decided I will." His eyes softened as he looked at the young boy's face.

"Does that mean you're going away again?" America's voice softened.

"Yes, but the difference is, you're coming with me this time."

"You mean I actually get to see it? This will be so cool!" he cheered.

"You will be atending it as well, you letter came today." Britain took a letter of his desk. America ripped it out of his hands and read it. He looked so enthrawled Aurthur just couldn't scold him for being rude.

"Hey, umm, big brother, does Mattie get to come too?"

He knew that subject would come up. It always did. Mathew was America's brother, or twin rather, but he was also a colony of France. A colony of France would mean he would have to deal with the frog. He did not want to deal with the frog. But He had some territory in Canada as well. He should have some rights to Mathew shouldn't he? Just this once, just for Alfred.

"I will talk to France and see what I can do." He pomised nothing, yet it was enough for the young colony.

"Thank's Aurthur." He ran off happily.

-FROG HEHEHEHEH-

The nation of France was becoming tired. Tired of the constant fighting with England, tired of loosing, tired of his magic community, just tired. Even Mathew was beginning to feel a few of the effects. His setlements were growing strong. Even a few of his magical community had moved out there, the probem was England. England had territory near there as well. England decided to settle with just the right amount of space between their magical communities to get them fuding. England, England… damn him, France thought.

"Papa," a quiet voice called.

"What is it?" France turned around, whirled away from his thoughts and back to reality. He was in his office, in his nice comfy chair and Mathew, who- NO! Mathew wanted something.

"I got a letter from Al and he said he was going to a magic school. He asked me if I wanted to go."

"I was just coming over to talk about that," A brittish accented voice came from the doorway. France pulled out a gun he always kept on his dest and trained it on him.

"Relax," he said stiffly. "I just wanted to talk." The nation slowly lowered the gun but kept up his guard.

"I assume you've heard of Hogwarts." The hick eyebrowed man gazed at Mathew. "I just want young Canada here to get some proper schooling, that's all. I am his brother as well."

France was trying to think of a quick response to that but came up with nothing. Canada was shared between them, he had no right, at this point in time to stake all of the Canadian territory as his own, no matter how much he'd like too. Britain had also been sensitive when it came down to matters with Canada and let him stay with France. It was his turn to be the bigger person.

"I do not see a problem with this. Mathew, you will be staying with England for a while." He managed to choke out.

"Papa! Thank you." Small arms wrapped around the older country's waist. France leaned down and returned the hug. With that he left quickly. He did not want his enemy to see the tears.

Author's Notes:

Yeah so there isn't going to be that much France right now. But don't worry he'll pop up every once in a while. This takes place in yeas leading up too the revolutionary war. You'll figure it out. (maybe) I'm just going with France and England not being on good terms. It just seem likely but I know almost nothing about it.

Also this chapter is kinda short, I know that…

Hi, if anyone wants to beta this, talk to me! I would really apreciate it.