Chapter One
Oh, bloody hell.
England stared at the letter in his hands. He tried to pretend it wasn't there so he didn't have to open it; he just wanted it to go away.
England had been receiving letters for a week now. They started arriving at eight in the morning and continued arriving in hourly intervals until three in the afternoon (England wasn't exactly sure why it kept to this particular time structure, but it annoyed him). That wasn't the strangest thing about the letters, though, the strangest thing about the letters was the fact that they arrived by owl. England knew where they came from and that was the only reason why he hadn't wanted to open them: Hogwarts. He shuddered when he even thought about the name. He knew what was in the letter without even opening it. But, it had been a week now, a week, and the letters weren't going away. They were just going to keep coming. The owls would keep arriving and annoying him, and it was sure to eventually drive him insane. It was this thought that made England open the letter and to his horror, the letter contained exactly what he thought it would. The letter read:
Dear England/ Mr Kirkland.
You are to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Normally we would invite you, but being the person you are you would decline this offer and it is essential that you attend our school. The school has been in contact with your boss and we feel that you and several other influential nations would benefit greatly from learning magic at our school- for your own protection as well as the protection of your countries. Magic is a great and powerful skill and we feel the nations of the world should have access to this to allow your country to grow and prosper, as well as to allow you all to prepare for the hardships ahead.
Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st.
We would appreciate it if you pass this message on to the following nations who are to also attend Hogwarts: America, France, Russia, China, Japan, Germany, Italy Veneziano, Italy Romano, Canada, Spain, Prussia, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Iceland, Finland, Austria and Hungary.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore,
Minerva McGonagall.
England read the list of nations once. Then he read it again and then he read it again. He ran a hand through his hair and groaned. Having to see all of these nations once a month at world meetings was bad enough, but having to attend a magic school with them for an entire year? Well, that just took the biscuit. Sighing, England placed the letter on his desk and opened up his laptop. It seemed that England would have to forward the World Meeting to tomorrow; he had an announcement to make.
England really began to wish that he hadn't opened that letter; the world meeting was going to be an absolute nightmare. Then again, it usually was.
England was just about to actually get the meeting started. It had taken an hour to get everybody to shut up and even that required effort (and Germany's help) and England had just managed to calm himself when America, late ,as usual, rushed in. He took the empty seat next to Japan and tried to sheepishly avoid England's eyes. "You're late, git
"I know okay, but I didn't mean to! Traffic was crappy and I drove past a Maccy D's and I couldn't just drive past without getting anything because…" America trailed off because England was giving him the look which said: shut up or I'll get Flying Mint Bunny to kill you in your sleep.
Germany cleared his throat, "So England, what was it you wanted to talk about? Your email sounded pretty urgent."
"I agree with Germany. It did sound important! It must be important if it replaces next week's meeting which was going to be held at my place, and I was going to talk about pasta! I can't think of anything more important to talk about then pasta!" Italy exclaimed before waffling on about how he'd set up a slideshow about the different types of pasta and how good pasta was for the world. He was finally silenced from a punch in the shoulder and a "shut up, you idiot!" (Both of which came from Romano).
England sent a "thank you" nod in his direction and Romano only glared, signalling for England to just get on with it. "Right then, the purpose of this meeting is to tell you about a school which we'll all be attending this year. It's called Hogwarts and it specialises in magic and the head teacher of the school has been working with our bosses and it has been decided that everyone present is to attend the school." The room fell into silence (which was a rarity). "Any questions?"
The silence was then broken by a loud, obnoxious laugh. "Ha! Dude, that's way funny. Oh, this is good even for you! Although dude, you do know it's not April fool's day right?" The American then burst into even more uncontrollable laughter until he was silenced by one of Sweden's glares. "Show them the letter." England fetched it out of his pocket and gave it to America. As America read it, all signs of laughter disappeared from his face and he passed the letter to Japan. Eventually, the letter was passed around to all of the nations who had all began to whine and panic.
"What about my music? Oh God, what if they don't have a piano there?" Austria yelled from the far side of the room.
"Who cares about your silly music? I am far too awesome to go to school." Prussia cried from the other side of the room.
"Hey! Don't yell at Austria or I'll hit you with my skillet!" Hungary glared at Prussia whilst attempting to console an upset Austria.
The room then fell into its typical chaos. Spain was trying to coax Romano out from under the table with tomatoes and was failing. Italy was clinging onto a distressed Germany and wailing saying "he didn't want to go to school, what if they didn't have any pasta?" France was busy explaining to everyone that he was "far too gorgeous to go to school," and Canada was sitting in the corner, trying to be noticed but failing miserably. The only one who didn't seem to be thrown into chaos was Russia, he looked up at England, sensing that the nation had more to say.
Russia climbed onto the table, pipe in hand and tried to look imitating- which he succeeded in. It was enough to make even Germany terrified. "My friend England is wanting to say something. So, listen to him, yes?" He then climbed off the table and the room was left in silence once more.
"Thank you, Russia." England took a deep breath. "I just want to say that we will all be attending so there is no point in moaning and that we shall meet here on the 31st August to buy all of our equipment. Good day." England then strode out of the room, making sure to whack a sleeping America on the head as he walked past. He closed the doors behind him, leaving all the chaos behind. As he walked away from the meeting room he heard the distinct sound of glass smashing and rolled his eyes. They couldn't even spend an hour in the same room, how were they going to spend a year together in the same school? England sighed as he headed home; it was going to be a long year.
A/N: So, this is my first Harry Potter fic!
This will be set during the Goblet of Fire and if this is successful then I may do another story based on another year, but I'm not sure yet.
Anyway, I'm looking forward to writing more.
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