Prologue

With a gasp, England's eyes flew open, heart pounding in his ears. Panting heavily he quickly got out of bed. The fire was spreading, it made it's way toward the curtains and the room was filling with smoke. Pained and wretched screams could be heard as if they were projected straight into his ears. England wanted to run. He wanted to get out.
The cold door handle which he gripped with all his might brought him back to his senses. His house...it was wasn't on fire. There was no smoke, no flames anywhere near him. No, the screams he heard were just from a nightmare... A very realistic nightmare.

With a shaky breath, England laid his back against the door and relaxed. Once his body was on the light green floor, he drew his knees to his chest.
"Bloody nightmares," he rested his head on kneecaps. "I wish flying mint bunny was here, she could definitely cheer me up."
He stared at the carpet, waiting for his breathing to become normal, for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom. He waited to make sure that the black monsters were just shadows and objects in his room. And so he waited and waited...

"YO! IGGY! OPEN UP THE DOOR! THE HERO IS HERE!"
England opened his eyes, rubbing the tired tears away he yawned. The soft glow of the sun casted it's light about the room, resting in the bedroom and over England's hair. Standing up, he straightened his back. It was sore from falling asleep in such a position.
Well, not sleeping, he did not sleep at all during the night.

Opening the door of his bedroom, England shuffled passed the living room, a scowl started making it's way onto his face as the sound of America's voice seemed to echo into his head, vibrating his skull.

England wanted to just tear out his own eyes and hair.

Yanking open the door, England yelled bitterly,
"What the bloody hell are you doing here America you IDIOT!"
Taken back, America blinked.
"Today we're meant to go get some grub together, remember Iggy?" England frowned.
"Don't call me that," he put a hand over his eyes and sighed. America's voice was getting more and more painful. "I can't make it today then. Now go home America." With his head pounding, England went and shut the door.
Only for it to blocked by a hard brown shoe.
"Dude, you look horrible. What happened?" England stepped back as America pushed open the door and let himself in. As America sat down on the couch England closed the door.
"I just couldn't sleep last night. That's it." America didn't buy it. England could see it in his eyes. With a heavy sigh, England shut the door and trudged to the kitchen.

"You've been looking like this all the time England, what's really happening?" Alfred stated at the nation's back as he prepared himself some tea. Alfred sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"I know that your economy is fine and that nothing major is happening. What is wrong with you England!?" America's voice boomed throughout the room. England sat down and with slightly shaking hands, he sipped his tea. A silence grew, with only the sounds of the birds outside being the only noise.
Setting down his cup on the coffee table with a clink, England let out a shaky breath. America waited, watching his friend very closely.

"America, do you remember a man named Dumbledore?"

Hey guys! A short chapter yes, but I think this is good to end it here. How was it?

Currently looking for Beta-readers! Anyone who likes/love Hetalia or knows alot about the HP series, PM me!

Alright! No much left to say but bye~ *Flies away*