AN: Yay, my first crossover! *does the happy dance* There are not enough fics on Harry Potter and Hetalia - Axis Powers crossover and I have been drawn to write one. Also I have gone Hetalia crazy and I have been itching to write something for it.

I will warn you guys, there are going to be yaoi/slash pairings from Hetalia side mostly because I can't do any slash for HP or any HP/APH pairings either. They will be my OTP and other pairings I ship from Hetalia. I'm going to ask you not to bash on them please.

I will apologize in advance for my grammar: the past and present tenses and any mistake that will get pass me unnoticed. Let me know if there is grammar and spelling errors or missing words! If there are any characters OOC, let me know so I can make them IC.

Disclaimer: This twenty-one year old does not own the famous Harry Potter that belongs to J.K. Rowling and does not own the ingenious Himaruya Hidekaz Hetalia - Axis Powers. However I do own my OCs. THIS GOES FOR EACH CHAPTER BECAUSE I DETEST REPEATING WITH A PASIÓN!

Enjoy guys!

Chapter One

A Job Offer

In an old English shop, Scotland sits by the window taking a sip of his favorite tea. His forest green eyes roam around the empty shop to see the waitress leafing through a magazine. Then his eyes go over to the window to watch the rain drops cascade down in trails one after another. It's always raining in England's country making him feel dreadful.

Scotland lets out a sigh setting his cup back down closing his eyes briefly as memories came to him. He received a letter this morning (Correction: the sun wasn't up yet to called it morning!) by a tawny owl addressed to him by an old acquaintance in the last century. Scotland looks at the odd owl in confusion before reading the letter. They request a meeting in a few hours time that is taking place in tea shop in the United Kingdom and it is of a matter of importance.

Of course, Scotland's anger is peeking on having to go to his youngest brother's country instead of his own. It was until he spotted the signature at the bottom of the letter did his anger vanished completely. He reaches for the envelope seeing a wax seal of a crest with an H surrounded by four animals: a lion, a badger, a raven, and a serpent.

The crest belongs to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Sighing, Scotland gets up and changes from his pajamas to his everyday clothing, which consisted of a blue vest over a white collared shirt, a brown slash from right shoulder to left hip with a brown belt around his waist, a blue kilt over his knees, with white stockings to his knees, and black shoes.

He arranged a flight with his private jet set course straight to England. Unfortunately, the pilot landed right in the backyard of England's mansion; a place he did not wanted to be in. He spent the last half hour chewing out the distressed and cowering pilot before exiting out of the jet.

An irritated England waits outside with a cross expression on his face. "I demand to know why you are here at this ungodly hour!" England hisses at him.

Scotland lets his lips tilt upwards into an ugly sneer. "It is none of your concern little brother." He sidesteps continuing on to his path towards the front of the mansion he and his other younger brothers used to live in centuries ago.

England huffs behind him and matches his pace to Scotland's feeling pretty angry. "It is my bloody concern when you NITWIT LANDED IN MY BACKYARD!" shouted England, pointing a finger at the jet a few feet back. "I was startled out of sleep to –"

Scotland seethes with anger as his brother kept nagging and nagging at him. His entire body trembles with his hands forming themselves into fists as his blood boils raising the body temperature within each second.

Automatically, his right fist wounds its way around England's neck and slams him into the brick wall holding him still. England narrows his deep emerald green eyes at his taller brother trying his best to push Scotland off him. It was not working for him because his other arm got pinned to the side.

"Are you trying to piss me off, baby brother?" Scotland growls, his hand tightening around England's neck, making him choke a little.

A red-faced England desperately claws at Scotland's hand for air, which the taller one complies. England stares at him with watery eyes before tackling him to the ground in order for Scotland to obey. Scotland was stunned he was not expecting a sneak attack but immediately wrestled the small Brit for victory.

They spent the last few minutes rolling on the ground landing punches here and there, kicking vulnerable place, elbowing, kneeing, biting, and etc until Scotland came out the victor. Scotland dusted off the dirt from his clothing and wiping away the blood from his split lip. His eyes landed on England who got up as well looking slightly bruised and busted from the fight.

England grumbles underneath his breath. "Stupid wanker." Wincing as a shot of pain flared up on his side. He cradled his new injury while glaring at the smirking Scotsman. "What do you think is funny, you git?" he snarls.

Scotland ran his hand through his dark red hair making it even messier. "Nothing really. I was not expecting to fight you on the day of a meeting." Scotland admits, amused.

England furrows his dark, extremely, large bushy eyebrows together. It looks like there is a large, fuzzy black caterpillar on his face. "A meeting? What meeting?" he asked, confused. "I didn't know there was a World Meeting today, Scotland." England said, hoping Scotland would elaborate.

Scotland gives him a blank look with one still-bushy-yet-thin eyebrow raised. "As if you would let me go to a World Meeting, you represent all four of us…unless it was important." he concluded. "Fine, I will tell you what I'm here for since you want to know so badly." He sighs when England's face lit up. "I'm here to meet an old acquaintance of mine in a shop."

England opened his mouth to speak but Scotland cut him off. "No, I do not know the exact details of the meeting." He checks his wrist watch looking at the time. "Well, I best be off and I'm taking your car. Good day."

Scotland turns around leaving a puzzled England until the sound of a car door closing and an engine starting brought him out. England whips around to see Scotland driving off in his own car. Wait a minute, how in the United Kingdom did Scotland get his keys?

He searches through his robe's pockets where his keys are incasing the fairies locked him out of his own home. Unfortunately, he felt no keys which means Scotland must have took them when they were fighting.

"Oi Scotland, you bloody idiot! You took my keys and my car, you wanker!" England screams at the top of his lungs. "I'll make you pay for this dearly!" he shakes his fist at the disappearing car.

England walks back to his house to find the front door was locked. He banged on it, shakes it, and tried to push them but they wouldn't open. England hears the faint sounds of ringing and jingling bells laughter and giggling from his magical friends coming from the other side of the doors. "For the last time, I told you guys to quit locking me out of my home! I bet all of the English Tea that the kilt-wearing Scotsman put you up for this." he seethed, his eyebrows becoming bushier if possible.

England whips out his Union Jack styled cell phone out of nowhere and dials a number. He waited while listening to the Irish national anthem on the other end. England cursed underneath his breath with impatience.

A clicking sound is heard. "England you are an arse. I just managed to get myself to bed." said a thick, slightly slurred Irish accent on the other end.

England rolled his eyes at his second older brother's reply. "I take it you have been drinking last night." he stated, not bothering to decipher Ireland's slurred protesting. "Anyway, I called to inform you Scotland just arrived dressed in his favorite kilt." his voice soft and convincing.

There is a long pause on the other end. "Scotland?" Ireland questioned, his voice sounding hopeful.

"Aye, Scotland." England's eyes darkening in color as Captain Iggy comes out. "He says he misses you… terribly." He gushes out in a feminine fashion.

"I'm on my way expect Wales and North to be over there soon." Ireland said in a rush and hangs up.

England puts his cell phone away smirking that nearly, nearly resembles Russia's twisted smile when angered. "Scotland, you made a bad mistake coming here." his English accent thicker when in Captain Iggy mood.

*Chibi England appears* ~Hetalia~ *Chibi England disappears*

Back to the present in the English shop, Scotland sneezes again wondering if he is coming down with a cold. With this weather it would not surprise him and he vaguely wonders what the meeting is about.

He takes out a cigarette and puts it between his lips almost lighting it up with a lighter. The bell above the entrance door disturbs the silence in the shop. Scotland and the waitress look up from their activities to see who is coming in.

An old man stands in the doorway wearing the strangest of attire no living person would ever dare wear in public. This is not an ordinary or a normal person to begin with but an entirely different all together. He wears a set of violet robes around his person that flows swiftly behind him with a green sash tied around his waist. His silver long hair blends very well to his equally long beard that reaches to his legs. His blue eyes were behind glasses perched on a crooked nose.

Albus Dumbledore turns his attention on the frozen Scotsman with his hand clutched around a lighter. He walks towards him taking a once over to be surprised of his still youthful body. No change in appearance or age for that matter. He looks the same as he did all those years ago.

Scotland shakes out of his shock and gets up pocketing both the cigarette and lighter in one fluid motion. He walks over with a huge grin plastered on his face to meet his old 'acquaintance' and gives Albus a hearty handshake.

"Albus, it has been too long since I've last seen you!" exclaim the Scotsman in a booming voice. "How long has it been? Almost forty years?" he asked, returning to his table.

Dumbledore smiles gently sitting across from Scotland. "Too long but I must say Alec, you look the same as you did then." he replies, raising a silver brow. "I need to ask what you created to slow down your age. Was it a potion gone wrong, perhaps?" Dumbledore inquired, curious with his blue eyes twinkling.

Scotland blinks at him in confusion until it dawned at him. "No, I did no such thing. It is impossible to make a potion to stop the human body from aging." Scotland clarifies, taking another sip of tea.

Dumbledore was very surprised at this information. "You don't say? But then, how are you younger, if you don't me asking?" his curiosity getting the better of him.

Scotland smiles at this. "Easy, Mother Nature blessed me to age gracefully." This is sorta true when you are a personified nation. "Let's get down to business. What do you want to talk about on this fine morning?" Scotland stated, getting straight to the point.

Dumbledore takes a few minutes to search through his robe's pockets stalling for time.

Scotland sends a pointed glare at Dumbledore and the waitress decided to go over to them.

"Can I get you gents anything this morning?" the waitress asks them politely, flashing Scotland a smile.

Dumbledore declined of any beverage and food while still searching in the depths of his robe.

Scotland smiles flirtatiously up at the waitress. "More black tea with a bit of cream would help." he tells her, giving her a wink.

The waitress blush while going to fill his cup and Dumbledore decided to resurfaced with a lemon drop in his hand.

Scotland stares at the candy in Dumbledore's hand with his mouth open. "That is what you were looking for this entire time. A flipping lemon drop!" he exclaims, in disbelief. Everyone knows the wizard is very fond of the muggle candy but in addition, take that long of a time is ridiculous!

"Care for a lemon drop?" Dumbledore asked, ignoring the look on Scotland's face.

"No, I don't think I will." Scotland said deadpanned. "Can we get on with the reason I'm here?" He was starting to get a little bit impatient from all of this.

Dumbledore pops the candy into his mouth. "Well, I'm sure you have heard what happened in the last couple of weeks." Scotland shakes his head. "Voldemort has return to power." he said, serious.

Suddenly, the waitress appeared out of nowhere setting the tea cup in front of Scotland before walking back to the counter.

"How is that possible? What did Voldemort do to make such a defeat?" Scotland asked Dumbledore trying to understand. 'Oh, no wonder England has not been feeling too good lately.' Scotland thought in worry.

Dumbledore brought his hands to be placed underneath his chin. The ever present twinkle in his eyes has gone leaving ordinary blue eyes. "Hogwarts hosted the Triwizard Tournament in the previous year. Voldemort used the information against us and sent Crouch Jr. to impersonate Alastor throughout the year helping Harry from a far to win.

"During the Third Task, Crouch cursed the cup into an illegal portkey sending Harry and Cedric Diggory to a graveyard. Unfortunately, Cedric was unlucky enough not to make it out alive. Voldemort used the blood within Harry's veins, using the protection Lily cast, onto him; thus causing Voldemort to rise again." Here Dumbledore looked grave; sadden from the thought of losing another student.

Scotland lowers his tea cup into the saucer staring up at Dumbledore in shock and understanding. "Oh, I'm sorry Albus. I know how much you love each and every student you looked after. Ah Lord, he was way too young to die." Scotland told him in sympathy to the Headmaster. "Hell, they were all too young to die." he mutters to himself lost in his own memories.

The mood between the men grows somber as each of them remembered the past battles, fights, and wars they were involved. Seeing young men dying for a cause that was far greater they had always dreamed but knew they won't live to see it.

A flicker of flame interrupted the gloomy atmosphere and Dumbledore looks up to see Scotland lighting up his long forgotten cigarette. He takes a long drag feeling the smoke tickle the back of his throat. He could feel his body relaxing exhaling wisps of smoke filling the air around them.

Scotland leans back into the seat crossing his legs in a manly fashion; not in the feminine way his pansy of a little brother. His eyes flick over to the old wizard noticing the look of a slight discomfort written on his face. "Ah, Albus… I'd forgotten you don't like the smell of smoke." Scotland moves his cigarette away from Dumbledore's nose. "Keeps the stress at bay for a while." he explains.

Dumbledore only chuckles waving off the indifference of the Scotsman across from him. "Nonsense Alec, it does not concern me what you do to avoid stress." he said, popping in another lemon drop. "The reason I am here is to ask you to fill in a teaching post at Hogwarts. No, it is not the Defense Against the Dark Arts." Here Scotland's eyes widen at the obvious fact. "The Ministry wants the students to learn about the History of Muggles. To show them that muggles are the same as them but different in varies ways." he explained.

Scotland looks out through the window thinking in thought. "You are asking me to teach for a year?" Here Dumbledore nods with confirmation at his words. "I am sorely tempted to take up that offer but I have another full time job in the Muggle Government. I cannot simply abandon my job for a year. Many people will wonder where I have gone too." Scotland tells Dumbledore honestly.

"I'm sure your job is very important in your department. But, I require your assistance this year and I need all the help I can get." Dumbledore said, looking like his true age once more.

Scotland takes a drag of his cigarette looking into Dumbledore's eyes. He fingers the outer rim of the cup; the tea laid forgotten has gone cold. Exhaling, Scotland has an idea that will most likely get him killed from everyone but will most definitely get them out of work (paperwork) for an entire year. The thought of them killing him appears less threatening.

"I will accept the job but only if I bring my cell phone along to contact my boss and vice versa. Of course, it will not interfere with magic." Scotland pause thinking for a second. "Also, I know a few friends that would be willing to act like transfer students to help protect the school and students for the year."

At this Dumbledore raised a silver brow. "Is that so? Are you certain your... friends will help me out?" he questioned, hesitating. Dumbledore needs all the help he can get but with the Ministry turning a blind eye to his pleads. It makes him a little wary on using outside help especially to those he is not familiarized with.

"Aye, I'm very certain." Scotland replies, forest green eyes unwavering. "I trust them a lot more than they think I do." Scotland's eyes blaze with a darker green from an emotion Dumbledore can't decipher. "We may hate each other's guts but they are still reliable." The smoke from the Scot's cigarette whiffs around his facial features a little hiding the emotions that are surfacing. "Also, you will be getting help from the rest of the world."

Dumbledore eyes the smoky Scot with wondering curiosity. He is feeling all of Alec's unwavering loyalty which he had overstepped touching a raw nerve. Alec is a great mystery to Dumbledore because he has never seen or heard anyone escaped the hands of time. There must be some type of secret to staying young forever. All Dumbledore needs is a year to figure out Alec's secret.

"I accept your terms." said Dumbledore, using his wand to blow away the smoke around Scotland.

Scotland beams at him in triumph. "Great." Then his smile disappear as another thought entered. "Say, Albus. I need to ask you... Did you ask my brother before coming to me?" he asked, tapping on the cigarette to discard the ashes.

"Your brother?" he questioned, unwrapping another lemon drop. "Which one are you talking about?"

Scotland resisted the urge to facepalm at his own stupidity. "His name is Arthur Kirkland. He works in the Ministry and the Government in London. Surely, you must have come to him with the job." he answered, praying for another reply.

Dumbledore thinks for a moment and a memory of a short young man with choppy dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes with ginormous bushy eyebrows surfaced. "Yes, as a matter of fact I have asked him for the job but he declined it respectfully due to some health problems." he said, fiddling around his fingertips.

"You don't say." Scotland is tracing the cup's rim with his finger.

Dumbledore takes out a gold circular watch that seemed peculiar to wandering eyes. Instead of numbers there are planets circling around the clock with shooting stars as the hands. Dumbledore understands the odd contraption and tucks it back inside his pocket.

"I'm afraid this meeting is at its end." said Dumbledore, getting out of his chair with Scotland following. "If there is any questions you need to ask Alec, don't be afraid to owl me. It was really good to see you again Alec and thank you for your help." he said, smiling offering his hand.

"It was a pleasure to see you as well Albus. Anytime, I'm always here for help but preferably behind the scenes." The men shake their hands in a hearty shake before Dumbledore leaves the shop.

Scotland goes to his seat looking out the window. 'England, my little brother, you are in deep shit. Aye, I'm gonna pound your sorry arse when I get back.' Scotland thought, the smoke parted his lips. 'This time no one is stopping me not even your prissy boyfriend.' he thought, smiling a little.

Suddenly, the bell goes off once again as the shop's door opens and Scotland's eyes widen in shock. He jumps out of his seat causing the tea cup and saucer to crash onto the floor. His anger filled eyes never leaving the one person who he hates more than England.

"Bloody hell, it's you!" Scotland points a finger at them in revulsion.

"Is that how your treat your brother?" said a male voice in a thick Irish accent.

The person Scotland is looking at happens to be the fiery, red head, freckled, aquamarine eyes of Ireland.

*Hetalia Project: Well, I'm going to make my own Hetalia OCs who are the Fifty States of the US including D.C. One, they are never talked about much except for America; two, I need the states for my Hetalia-related stories which I want to write up so badly, and three, I need your guys help to make the personifications of the states. I want the OCs to be accurate or real without messing it up and I thought it would be nice to ask you guys for it because you live in them. I only know one state, which is Arizona, but you are still allowed to tell me. Questions will be at the bottom of each chapters. Thanks guys!

*Question 1: What are the main stereotypes in each fifty state including D.C?*

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