Disclaimer: If I owned either Hetalia or Harry Potter, I would be sitting on piles of money laughing at the pathetic people who didn't own it. As it is, I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.

This is my gift to the lovely Artificial Starlight for her birthday. Happy Birthday!

Matthew sighed.

He was in front of the entrance to Platform 9 and 3/4. Muggles and wizards alike were swarming around him, all going to their different destinations. A few tossed odd looks towards the wizards who had made no effort to blend in, taking in their owls and odd clothing.

Thanks to his invisibility, no one looked at him oddly.

No one looked at him at all.

He sighed. His family's curse was a double sided coin. Alfred never got the curse, Matthew thought bitterly. He shone, and everyone recognized him, and his Quidditch skills-never mind that Matthew was faster on a broom, or that his grades were far beyond his age. No one noticed Matthew period. Perhaps his French cousin, but that was rarely. His twin only noticed him when he wanted something, and then Alfred discarded him.

That happened often.

He shook his head to clear it from his rather bitter thoughts, and entered the platform, pushing his cart and his polar bear familiar, Kumakichi. He had a special permission slip signed by Professor Dumbledore saying that he could keep Kumarano. Pushing his cart, he struggled to load his luggage, finally succeeding. He kept his robes and Kumariela along with Kumariela's food. He checked his pocket to make sure his spare change was there, and wondered briefly if they would accept Muggle money. He hadn't enough time to change them for Galleons.

Matthew walked into the train, and bypassed compartment after compartment, before finding one that was empty. Setting down Kumadina, he slumped down. His brother had entered before him. He saw Alfred in a compartment, already surrounded by friends. From what Matthew had heard about the houses, he was sure that Alfred would end up in Gryffindor. It was just like his brother; brave, stupidly reckless, and with gigantic hero complexes. Matthew wasn't really sure which house he'd be in.

He was distracted from his thoughts when someone knocked on the compartment door. It was a blonde girl with short hair held back by headband and two crossed bobby pins. She was wearing a white shirt and blue overalls tucked into brown boots. He opened the door. Behind her were two other guys and one other girl-at least he assumed she was a girl.

"S-sorry!" she stuttered. "T-thanks for letting us s-stay here!" Mattie half smiled and answered back "No problem. Come inside."

The three blondes and one brunet stepped inside the compartment and let down their luggage. He got a good look at the other people that were behind the girl. One had straight blonde hair, and wore rectangular glasses. The brunet had chin length brown hair, and beside him was the spacey looking blonde girl. The two boys had blue eyes and the girl beside the brunet had apple green eyes. The girl with the headband had purple eyes. Matthew noticed with a start that all three boys were already wearing their uniforms.

He would have to change into them soon.

The brunet cleared his throat. "U-um, so I'm Toris Lorinaitis and this is Feliks-I mean Felicia Łukasiewicz. " Matthew smiled at him hesitantly and Toris smiled back. The glasses wearing blonde also spoke up "I'm Eduard Von Bock." He smiled at the two blondes.

The girl smiled at him waveringly and said "I'm Katyusha Braginskaya. W-what's y-your name?"

Matthew lifted his chin and met her eyes. "I'm Matthew. Matthew Williams."

Everyone in the compartment had relaxed once the food cart wheeled by. True enough, the lady was kind enough to let Matthew use his Muggle money for food, and exchanged the rest of his money as well. There wasn't anything with maple, much to Matthew's dismay. He got two Chocolate Frogs and a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, which he shared with everyone else. Eduard had gotten two packs of Drooble's Best Blowing Bubble Gum.

He had learned that Toris was from Lithuania and it was his second year, along with his cousin, Eduard, who was from Estonia. It was Katyusha's third year and she was from Ukraine.

The biggest shock was that Felicia wasn't a girl, but a cross dresser named Feliks. The reason why most people let it slide was because Feliks/Felicia was a very popular model who looked good in both guy's and girl's clothing.

"Well, I was born in Ukraine, but my brother is Russian because he was born there." Matthew nodded. He now had a place for her accent.

"I was born in Canada. My mother is from Quebec-" Feliks cut him off, asking "Your mother? Do you like, mean Madeline Williams?" Matthew had a startled look on his face as he asked "You know her?"

Katyusha's eyes had lit up at the mention of his mother's name. "You're the son of Madeline Williams? You look like her!" Matthew laughed, and said "Oui, ma mere est Madeline Williams." They were able to catch the gist of it, and they smiled.

"I like, totes love your mother's work!" Feliks/Felicia squealed, and Toris teased her for her excitement. They were laughing and chatting when someone knocked on the compartment door. Katyusha opened it to show a blonde teen with dark blue eyes.

Come to think of it, Matthew had seen Feliks and his persona Felicia around his mother's design studio, he briefly mused, before turning his attention to the blonde who had just stepped into the compartment.

Strange eye colours must be common, Matthew mused as he looked around him. Katyusha had purple eyes, and the others had rather rare and bright shades of blue and green that were rather uncommon. He himself had a mix of blue and purple eyes. The stranger smiled at them.

"My name is Tino Vainamoinen! Pleased to make your acquaintance." Everyone smiled at them and another round of greetings was started. Tino, it seemed, was from Finland.

The air in the compartment stayed warm and friendly, and for a moment, Matthew forgot entirely about his more popular brother as he introduced everyone to his familiar, Kumamarou.

The chatter was hushed at the sight of Hogwarts Castle in the horizon.

Matthew looked at it in awe, and took every detail in. How light peeked out of the windows; the aged bricks and medieval architecture. The castle would look striking in the sun, but it looked ethereal and beautiful with the back ground of the night sky behind it, the sky full of stars that only added to the magical effect. Yes, Matthew decided, Hogwarts was truly magical. He looked down at Kumalala, who seemed to think so too. The polar bear was entranced with the scene.

He looked at the people in his boat. Toris was there, along with Feliks and a Cuban guy named Carlos. Carlos had scowled at him and tried to hit him had not Toris stopped him. It seemed that Carlos had mistaken him for Alfred, and tried to hit him.

His brother was already causing trouble, and they hadn't even been Sorted.

The trip across the lake had ended and they started their walk up to the castle gates. As they were walking, Carlos had caught up to him, and walked beside him.

"I'm sorry."

Matthew turned his head to look at Carlos, who blushed and looked down. He softened, not one to hold grudges long.

"It's ok." Carlos looked up with a start, and then beamed. They walked in companionship up to the castle, where their fates would be decided.

Professor Padma Patil was there as head of Ravenclaw and the Deputy Head Mistress. She stood there, and warmly smiled at the excited (and more than a little apprehensive) first years.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! The start-of-term feast will be starting shortly, but before it starts you must be Sorted. There are four houses here at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." She levelled frosty looks at students who broke out into dark whispers when Slytherin was mentioned.

"Which house you get into is very important. Your house becomes something like your family here at Hogwarts. With them, you will go to classes, hang out in the common room, and sleep in dormitories together. Each house has its own noble history and outstanding witches and wizards.

Good behaviour will earn you points, and rule breaking will cost you points." Her eyes rested on Alfred. She had, no doubt, known about his attitude on the train.

"Now, I'll leave you a few moments to settle down, and be presentable before you are Sorted." Her eyes lingered on Feliks, who was wearing the girls outfit. Matthew didn't know how she could tell that Feliks was a boy from just one glance. He certainly couldn't.

With that, she left, and excited chatter broke out. Matthew sighed. He really didn't know which house he would get into. He supposed that was the Sorting Hat's job. He looked around, and the friends that he had made on the train looked just as nervous as he was. Well, at least he wasn't alone. Carlos was talking to his friends, and from the looks of it, they were getting along just fine.

He chose to ignore his brother when he called his name in favour of talking to Carlos. Perhaps that would teach him a lesson.

Professor Patil had come to escort the students to be Sorted. Matthew exchanged a look with Toris, Feliks and Carlos. Tino was the one who seemed to sum the night up, saying with a wry twist to his mouth,

"Well, here goes nothing."

And so the four students stepped inside the Great Hall to face their fate.

They gathered in a group, to be called alphabetically as the Hat sang it's song. Not many of them paid attention (Matthew sure didn't). They were too nervous and excited for their Sorting.

"Now, when I call your name, please walk up and sit on the stool to be Sorted."

"Arlovskaya, Natalya!"

A beautiful blonde with an icy demeanour and frigid violet eyes imperiously sat down on the wooden stool, and before the Hat could even touch her head, she was Sorted into "SLYTHERIN!" She walked to the table of emerald and silver amidst their cheers. She sat down beside a blonde, scarf wearing boy who quickly ran from her to sit down at the opposite end of the table. Matthew fought the urge to snicker.

"Bondevik, Luka!"

A white-blonde boy with piercing dark purple eyes walked calmly up to the stool, a puffin following him, and landing on his shoulder. Matthew took note of this-he wasn't the only one with a familiar.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The boy calmly walked over to the table, where he sat down beside an equally stoic boy wearing a barrette of the Nordic Cross and a tall boy wearing glasses.

"Carriedo, Carlos Hernandez!"

The Cuban boy traded a glance with Matthew, and then walked up to sit on the stool. The Hat immediately screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!" With a relieved smile, the boy went and sat down amidst the cheers of his house mates.

"Im, Yong Soo!"

An Asian boy cheerfully bounced up and sat down, and the Hat immediately proclaimed him "GRYFFINDOR!" They also clapped and cheered for him, and the energetic (you could tell from just a glance) boy sat down beside Carlos and introduced himself. They were chatting within moments. Matthew hoped that Carlos would introduce him too.

Finally, it was Alfred's turn. When Professor Patil called out "Jones, Alfred F!" he swaggered up to the stool and jauntily sat down. Like the Slytherin, Natalya, the Hat didn't even need to fully touch his head before it called out "GRYFFINDOR!" The House cheered for him and Alfred looked like he was on top of the world.

"Lorinaitis, Toris!"

Toris gulped, and Feliks put a hand on his shoulder before he stood up and nervously walked to the stool. The Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment, it cried out "GRYFFINDOR!" Toris walked, and sat down near his brother, who eagerly started to talk to him. Matthew felt his fists clenching. Well, this wouldn't be the first time that his brother had taken one of his friends.

"Łukasiewicz, Feliks!"

The cross dressing blonde sashayed up to the stool, ignoring whispers that started once they saw that he was indeed, dressing like a girl. He sat down, and the Hat was placed on his head. After a moment or two, it shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!" Feliks ran to sit beside Toris, who introduced him to Alfred.

Well, make that two of his new found friends that Alfred took from him.

More students were Sorted, but Matthew ignored them. He grew red with rage, and gritted his teeth. Kumamarou looked at him, and placed a paw on his hands. Matthew calmed down a little, and smiled at his bear, who deftly asked "Who?". Matthew fought the urge to facepalm. When he finally started paying attention again, they were at the V's. A bubbly Italian named Feliciano Vargas had just been sorted into Hufflepuff.

Well, they were getting closer to his name.

Soon enough, it was his turn. Professor Patil called out "Williams, Matthew!" She did a double take when he stood up, Kumashima in his arms, to be Sorted. Once she had looked at the Gryffindor table, where, sure enough, Alfred was there, she proceeded. Matthew sat on the stool, and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head.

"Well, you certainly are a bitter boy, aren't you? There's the curse, and your brother overshadowing you all the time." The Sorting Hat's voice was amused in his ears, and Matthew narrowed his eyes.

"Slytherin would be perfect for you, you know. You'd have the chance to prove yourself, to shine apart from your brother. But then again, you've got the loyalty and dedication of a Hufflepuff, where you'll be accepted and loved."

"What do you mean by that?" Matthew hissed.

"Just showing you two paths that you could go down. Either Slytherin, where you'll be great and prove your worth, or Hufflepuff, where you'll be loved."

Matthew took a look at the Hufflepuff table, where Katyusha and Tino sat, worried looks on their faces. He then looked at Slytherin, where their faces were calculating, trying to see what was going on with the Sorting of Matthew Williams. The scarf wearing boy in particular caught his eyes. Vivid purple met blue purple.

"I think I've decided."

"Well then, better be-"

BWAHAHAHAHA CLIFFHANGER /shot

Just to clear a few things up:

According to my head canon, the qualifications for being in first year is that you have to be 11 before the year starts. Meaning, anyone whose birthdays are after September 1st are going to be in 1st year next year (if that makes any sense). So some people will be turning 12 during the school year, some people after the school year ends.

Yes, Matthew will be passive aggressive and quite bitter. Deal with it. His name is Matthew Williams and not Matthew Jones because his mother was the only child of a pureblood, and she married a Muggleborn. To continue her family, she needed an Heir to the Williams family, and Matthew was the firstborn. That's why he's closer to his mom than his dad.

This happens after the Last Battle but before James Sirius Potter goes to school. Ergo, Moldy Voldie and his band of Death Noms are dead.

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