A/N: Eh, just a thought that Germany would be very embarrassed if other nations know when he was young, he was very small and adorable. And it turns out to a big crossover with HP. Enjoy.

Warning: Human Names Used, Changing POV between the 16 main characters, angst, unrealistic magic.

England - Arthur Kirkland

Scotland - Alistair Kirkland

Headcannon is when they are close enough, the countries call each others by their human names, or when they are talking to each other as themselves, not as their countries (i.e. official business). England, Romania, and Norway are close because they are the magic trio of Europe.

Prologue: Scotland: A letter of beginning from Nicholas Flamel

The personification of Scotland arrives back at his apartment issued by the government. He is just from his little brother's house, which he just this few decades calls home (don't tell Arthur he said that, because he will deny it). However, as usual, a fight broke out despite his resolve not to, and now his brother definitely crying in some pub in London, while he was bar hopping just a few minutes ago and drunk as hell before deciding to get back to his months unoccupied flat.

He is quite drunk in his study room doing the blasted paperwork that seems to never end despite his brothers' effort to shrink the size when he hears a pecking sounds from his window. At first, he ignores it, thinking it as a drunken hallucination or something. But as the sounds start to annoy him, his eyes zeroes angrily to the problematic window. Thinking he has to fix the damned thing soon.

He is pleasantly surprised to see an owl is flying there, pecking the window tirelessly. Well, while it is not unusual for owls to search for him, but it is usually come from the high level extremely secret Britain's Ministry of Magic. And although there is some cases his old friends might look for him, that probability is exceptionally rare. In particular, the very personal owl of Nicholas Flamel. He gives the bird a small piece of meat, which it gulps down happily.

Along the years, both of them have exchanged several letters, sometimes much to his ire with Francis too, however, Nicholas has never sent him anything using this owl (although he does know that it is used only for emergency), nor the letter is so intricately sealed like this one. 'Is that the five layer binding-seal? How important is this letter?' he wonders.

Slowly unravel the seal, careful to counter the delicate magic that locked its content, he warily read the letter:

Dear Alistair,

It has been awhile since the last time I wrote to you, I hope that you are well. I sent this letter to you because of an emergency.

I know you and your friends has long since stop on meddling with this world directly, fearing the suspicious thoughts of my people about you guys and what they will do to you. Especially you and your siblings as the Britain ministry gets more and more corrupted. However, or maybe due to that reason, I ask you for this help.

My old friend Albus Dumbledore has just visited me. He fears that the dark wizard Voldemort is trying to rise again. With the knowledge of immortality works, I am quite assured that it is true. Moreover, to create a physical body, he wants to use my ties to this world, the Philosopher's Stone.

While I had given the stone to Albus as safe keeping, I really would like you or some of your friends to help guarding the stone. It might be dangerous for the stone to be kept in a school of curious children. As Hogwarts is one of the most safest place in the world, I am very happy about keeping it there, but I am most afraid that the children will be harmed.

I hope to hear from you soon, old friend. Although it would be a lot better if not for the circumstances.

Regards,

Nicholas Flamel.

Damn, he has hoped the freaking Moldy-pants is dead for good. Remembering the pain he and his siblings felt during the war, it is not an experience he wanted to repeat. But of course, he has find a way to anchor his soul to this world. And knowing that dark bastard, he uses dark magic that has killed a lot of people to do that. With that option, there is not a lot on the list to wonder what magic he used.

Sighing, he feels himself sobering after the situation. He needs to get drunk again damn it. He takes out a paper, writes to others for a meeting to be organised. He only writes the countries who is still in the know of their magic community. And the only thing he takes pleasure of notifying is the shitty brat, because even though that American bastard likes to deny it, he is one of them.

He groans again, remembering his fight with the other, how did it starts again? Exhaling softly, drops his pen and walks towards the telephone. He hopes that Arthur is back already, rather than bawling his eyes out in some unknown pub. He hears the telephone rings, and thankfully, someone answer it.

"The Kirkland Residence," Arthur's voice grumbles from the opposite side.

"Art-"

"You!" He cuts, Alistair is amused to hear the other swears on the other side before continuing, "give me a reason on why shouldn't I hang up right now?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's important," he manages to blurt out from his snickers. "Flamel here just wrote a letter to me, that bald, snake-faced bastard is back."

A/N: Okay. There it is. Please leave a review!