Here's a Hetalia meets Harry Potter.
Warnings- None really, other than the small sexual part in the beginning. Plus some harsh language. But not too much. It's really just Arthur honestly.
Arthur's (England's) Pov
(7:15 am)
"Love, can you please stop chewing on your pencil." I chided to a focused America. Who was currently killing pencils with his hollywood perfect teeth. This isn't the first time we've had this idiotic discussion. Alfred always chews on pencils while doing the morning crossword. It's just a flat out bad habit.
Alfred's robin blue eyes glanced to mine in a guilty sort of way. I sighed, as Alfred lowered the pencil to it's rightful place on the desk.
"Sorry iggy. I really didn't realize I was doing it." Alfred whined, his childish voice echoing slightly in the large room. We really need to get more furniture. Curse Alfred for his odd obsession of large houses and rooms.
"It's fine, just do try and save our pencils from the horror called your mouth." I teased turning back to the paper. I felt Alfred shift next to me, before leaning over and grabbing my arm.
"You didn't seem to mind my mouth last night. In fact I'd say you enjoyed it." Alfred flirted, in a rather sultry voice.
My face heated up quickly as I glared at him. "You shouldn't say things like that! It's highly inappropriate!" I exclaimed, my voice going up a few octaves. Alfred grinned pulling away.
"Hmmm, you're one to talk. You were the one that wanted to-" Alfred started only for me to slam my hand over his mouth. His childish eyes lit up in amusement. God, is he getting off from this or something. A smirked played on my lips, fine if he wants to play that way.
Pulling my hand away from his mouth, I pushed him onto the couch enjoying the small squeak that left his lips.
"Arthur! That's not fair. I- aaaah." Alfred moaned, as I pressed my lips against his neck. He lifted his hands up, running his fingers through my hair, pulling slightly. I moaned, sliding my hands under his chest.
Just as I was pulling his shirt up, a sharp knock echoed throughout the house.
We both paused and stared towards the door in shock. Not only was this a total cock block but it's actually shocking that someone would take the time to trudge through the ridiculously thick woods that surrounded the house. It's the only house Alfred and I agreed on, both thinking that seclusion would be best. Since our last neighbors whined about the noise, saying we sounded like newly weds. Which is funny since we've been married longer than most people live.
"Are you going to get that?" Alfred asked, an eyebrow raised. He almost seemed amused, stupid american. I groaned rolling off of him and grumpily walking towards the door. Who the hell could possibly be here this early?
I reached the door and swung it open, hoping to scare off whoever decided to bother us. Only to gape at the elder man standing in the doorway.
Long silvery hair matched the longer beard, crinkled blue eyes stared at me with that look of knowledge. Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore was considered to be the most powerful wizard of his time. From what I remember he's considered most famous for his defeat of Gellert Grindelwald, the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with Nicolas Flamel. I remember him for something much different.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned with disdain. My body stiffening in suspense. Albus frowned, yet still had the calm demeanor to him. His old hand reached up showing me a clock. I froze, I'd remember that crystal blue patterned damn thing anywhere.
"It's time to talk Arthur. I'm disappointed to see that you haven't changed much." Albus said, that tone of humour evident in his voice.
I loosen up and smirked at him. "Please, don't talk to me as if you're older. I'm disappointed to see you still haven't accepted the position of minister yet. Still as insecure I see." I teased, opening the door allowing him to enter.
Albus sighed, "Somehow, old friend I knew you were going to bring that up."
I grinned leading him to the living room only to pause suddenly remembering I don't live alone. Shit.
Albus stared at Alfred who was to busy with his crossword to pay attention, to the fact that I didn't come back alone.
"Who was at the door? Was it Mattie... Artie-" Alfred looked up and saw Albus and promptly turned bright red. His hand slapping over the red mark on his neck.
"H- hi sir!" He yelped, his face still an amusing color of red. Albus stared at Alfred in awe before walking over to him, smiling that odd smile. That for some reason only elders can manage.
"I take it that you are the united states?" He asked curiously. It took everything not to groan, looks like he's still the same curious crackpot he's always been.
Alfred looked at me, ah. He probably isn't sure if he should reply. I smiled awkwardly shrugging. I suppose it's really up to Alfred if he wants to try and talk with Albus.
"Um... yes. If I had to guess you'd probably be Dumbledore. It's shocking to meet you in person sir. I've heard of your many achievements." Alfred covered his nervousness with that annoyingly smooth calmness. Is that an american thing? I've never seen a population better at covering up emotions then the yanks. It's one of the few things that I find interesting.
Albus looked impressed by Alfred's cover up. Though something in his eyes screamed bad news. I watched him warily as he turned to me with a small smirk.
"Ah, yes. It seems Arthur chose wisely. America the beautiful is certainly an appropriate song for you." Albus said, and if I didn't know any better I'd say he winked.
Alfred turned an even brighter red than before and stared at me clearly shocked. His mouth kept opening slightly then closing like he was about to speak then decided against it. I felt a pang of sympathy for the poor lad. I know the feeling. Albus was even more... interactive when he was young. Quite a handful honestly.
I cleared my throat catching both Alfred and Albus's attention. I gave Albus a sharp glare, pushing down amusement at his raised hands and tried to focus on the whole reason Albus was here.
"What's happened? The clock was only suppose to stop if-" I started my voice growing more and more panicky only for Albus to interrupt me.
"Did I interrupt something?" He asked, completely ignoring my question. Besides what did he mean in- oh.
I felt my own face grow hot. "N-no! Answer my question, and stop changing the subject!" I screamed stomping slightly. Albus rolled his eyes. Apparently my antics annoyed him, damn geezer.
"It's a perfectly normal thing, why I remember this one blonde. Oh my. I was much younger of course-" Albus started only to stop at Alfred's small whine. "Is something wrong?" He questioned.
Alfred nodded. "I want to know what's happening. Arthur sounds uber worried." He said with a smirk in my direction. I glared sharply, he'll pay for that later.
"Ah yes, another time then. Well the reason I've come is to simply ask you to attend hogwarts." Albus stated with a perfectly calm voice. Like he wasn't asking a twenty four year old to go back to school. Albeit a magical school but I digress.
"I already have the age thing arranged. Pity it only works on your kind. Maybe it has to do with the fact none of you have definite ages? I wouldn't mind being a few years younger myself." Albus ranted. I nodded not really paying attention. Oh god I wish I would of.
"Alright, but why. Does it have to do with James's child. He should be attending Hogwarts this year am I correct." I already knew I was. I always am.
"Of course, I expect great things from him. Alas, I feel as if... he needs to be protected. I feel it safe to assume you know what from?" Albus said, giving me a knowing nodd. I ignored the whine from Alfred, as he started tugging on my arm.
"Of course. If you need anything I will help. Though I do need to inform-" Once again I was cut off this time by Alfred.
"I wanna help! I'm a hero. Like the hero!" He yelled, his voice laced with excitement. He glanced at me then back to Albus with a pout.
I was about to say no, like a sane person when Albus smiled and nodded. "Of course. I've already asked a few friends of mine to change some of your kind. Though I suppose you won't see them for a while. I don't see why I cannot change you as well." He patted a squealing Alfred's head.
"Look Artie! I get to help. At least someone thinks I'm useful." Alfred whined with a glare in my direction.
"Why. I never-" I began before pausing, "What do you mean others and changing. You don't have anything... odd planned do you?" I asked cautiously.
Albus smiled and shook his head. "On the contrary, you could almost say it's childish." I frowned, that was a hint I know it.
"Care for some tea while I explain." Albus offered flicking his wand which he apparently pulled out of his arse. The tea which had been lying on the desk floated up into the air.
Alfred made a face and was about to say something when we both turned to a loud crack that had sounded behind us. Whipping around, I scanned the area almost expecting the dark lord or even a death eater to pop out at us... though there was nothing. I turned back to Albus who had an even wider smirk.
The tea cups floated into their owners hands. Alfred went to deny it, but quickly shut up at my glare. The yank is always being rude. Does he even realize how powerful Albus is? I know he's aware of the man being a wizard. I mean Alfred has his own school in the states. I rolled my eyes at that thought. I had certain feelings for that school but refused to dwell on it at the moment.
"Now drink, I refuse to speak until you've tried the tea. It's got a little something extra in it." Albus prompted. I felt my insides cringe in apprehension. Something was off here. I looked in my cup but saw nothing off. I glanced at Alfred who had downed the thing most likely hoping to get rid of the taste quicker.
I sighed, and took a long sip... it tastes fine. I shrugged. Perhaps I was being over dramatic. I glanced over to Albus who was staring at Alfred with concern. Holy hell he did something to the tea.
"What the hell did you put in this." I growled. Albus looked at me and sighed.
"Hmm, I suppose since you've already had a sip I can tell you. Though I'm concerned about your husband. He seems to have taken a liking to my tea." Albus paused staring at Alfred who looked horrified, probably realizing the same thing I had. He went to say something but swayed for a moment before falling onto the couch.
"You see Arthur, you would have never agreed to this if I hadn't given it to you like this. I've decided the best way for you to protect Harry is to become his friend. We both know students only trust teachers so much, hence why I've decided to turn you back into a student. Hopefully you aren't too angry. It's been awhile since I've seen you as a child, maybe you'll learn as lesson as well." Albus pondered, I wanted to yell but my vision seemed to be failing me. Going in and out of focus.
A moment later it was gone completely and I felt myself drift to sleep. "Damn... you... geezer." I cursed before blacking out completely. The only thing I heard being Albus's old man laugh.
So I decided Albus is going to be a troll. I've also had a little headcanon of him being childish, and I think he'd be even more comfortable around Arthur since he is Arthur's citizen. Anyway here's chapter one! I will be doing on seven books! If you guys have any ideas for sub-plots let me know! I'd love to hear them.