Oh dear, oh dear, it's finaly here. Who would have known, I realy did get this done. I'm telling you it wasn't easy. Hmm, I'm bit afraid that this got a bit too philosophical. Oh well whatever, its here and its mostly like how I wantted it to be.

Then thank you for all the wonderfull, wonderfull peoples who rewieved. You made me smile with every comment and I cherish all of your messages. I love you all! (I also sincernely apologize to everyone that has to suffer for my poor english. If I would have known how wonderfull you people all are and how you deserve so much more better, I would have tried so much harder on my english lessons! Alas I'm now in college where there are no english lessons anymore! Oh the mistakes of the past!)

For the last few days, Draco Malfoy had gone through hell. He was tired, he was annoyed and he had finaly found someone who could be even more irritating than Potter.

That someone was Feliciano Vargas, the hogwarts new resident transfer student. The difference between Vargas and Potter was, that while Potter hated Draco back, Vargas was under some illusion that Draco and Vargas were "friends".

Right now, this new bane of Dracos existence was clinging to Dracos arm and chattering his ears of. Draco couldn't help but feel embarassed and angry. This was not how slytherins were supposed to act. Slytherins did not cling and slytherins did not chatter. This new students seemed to be blind to all the social rules of the slytherin house and he did not bother to even try to blend in. While everyone else had adapted and understood the code which the slyherins were supposed to act, this new south-european just ignored all the others and refused to change his behavior. It was frustrating.

Trying to ignore the italian on his side, Draco kept on walking with as much dignity as he could muster. Unfortunaly that was a hard task, because he could hear the snickers coming from the other slytherins behind him. It was unheard of! His housemates having a laugh on his expanse. It wasn't fair! If his father haven't instructed him "to keep close watch on the boy" Draco would have long ago shown the idiot some piece of his mind. Sadly he couldn't do that, at least as long as his family was still trying to find out some background of the boy. Was the Vargas family strong? Old? Were they agreeing with the dark lord? Would it be usefull to have close ties with them? Were they pureblooded at all?

Personaly Draco was feeling that it didn't matter even if the Vargases were the most powerfull family in all italy, this boy was a nuisance that had to leave.

"Vee~ Draco why are you frowning so much? You know with your face all serious like that you realy look like my friend Germ...like my friend from germany".

Oh how Draco wished to hex that stupid face and curse that stupid haircurl of his head, but for now he just had to endure. If the Vargas turned out to be strong family, it would be usefull to have them as allies in the fight against the mugglelovers and blood traitors.

Nearing the great hall, the crowd around them crew thicker. That lead to the clingy italian to cling to Draco even harder and that made Draco even more irritated.

Trying to think anything else but the little brunett hanging of is arm, Draco tried to think of the new transfer that was going to arrive today. The reason why everyone were heading for the breakfast at the same time and why the corridor was so unusualy crowded. That line of thought led straight back to the problem atached to his arm. Damn, why the hell couldn't the transfers have all arrived at the same time. It was probably Dumbledores fault, everything wrong in the school(And there was lot!) was in Dracos mind Dumbledores fault.

"Vee~ do you think that they would finaly serve some pasta... I miss pasta! The food is not as bad as englands food usualy is, it's actualy eadible in here, but I still miss pasta! Draco, Draco what do you think?"

Don't hex the stupid italian, don't hex the stupid italian, don't hex the stupid italian, wait is that some gryffindor laughing at him, oh god it's Potter! Now that's it! Enough is enough! Vargas could be the bloody italian minister of magic himself, Draco was not putting up with his clinging or blabbering or whining anymore!

Now that Draco had gathered enough build up frustration for his situation, to finaly let the italian hear what he realy thought of him and get rid of him for good, father and his instructions be damned, the italian did the only thing that could humiliate Draco even further. He got rid of draco first.

While stepping inside the great hall, two things hapened at the same time.

One, Draco opened his mouth to get rid of the italian. The mean words of the italians crybaby nature, utter lack of any brain activity and stupid naive air-headed nature already on the tip of his tongue.

Two, Before Draco could utter even the first syllable of his mean-spirited speech, The italian let go of Draco with an loud happy "VEEE~!" and sprinted across the great hall away from Draco.

All the words dying on his lips, Draco was left standing alone to stare at his now very empty side where there had been an italian just moments ago.

If Draco had not been so busy oggling his now unemployed arm, this is what he would have seen.

There was an strange person standing on the side of the great hall with professor Mcgonnagal. This person was tall, blond with slicked back hair, had serious face and he was in very good physical condition. Now he also had his hands full of an happy laughing italian.

"Vee! You're realy here Germ-"

"Yes, yes! Nice to see you too Feliciano".

"Oh,oh sorry! But I'm just so happy to see you...Ludwig!"

professor Mcgonnagal was just a little bit creeped out by the enthauism and sheer happiness radiating from this slytherin boy, as he was displaying his affection for the german boy. Slytherins by rule were not cheerfull and when they were something was usualy wrong. Usualy something was wrong for someone else.

Feliciano vargas did not surprisingly function this way. Feliciano Vargas was something that had forced the professors to come together in silent agreement. You did not wonder, comment or talk about the way Feliciano Vargas had forced you to change the whole way you wiewed the world. You just passed it with him being an transfer. Maybe all italians were this weird. Maybe it was just bettter to not think about it too much.

Funny thing was that Mcgonnagal still liked this slytherin. He was hopeless in class and could give headece for any of the teachers, but it was also impossible for to not like him. For not liking him felt like kicking a puppy. It was just plain wrong.

"Mr. Vargas please return to your table. Mr. Beilschmidt needs to be sorted now."

"Okay! Good luck Ludwig!"

Then the little slytherin rose on his tip toes and planted a quick kiss on the germans cheek.

Mcgonnagal was little taken at surprise. Well Vargas was always very affectionate boy...

looking at the The Beilschmidt boy, Mcgonnagal could see him blushing furiosly.

"You know that is just a custom in his home, they are just more affectionate in there and..."

"Oh yes, yes. Well I guess we should start the sorting then..."

"Yes, lets get this done".

"Then Mr. Beilchmidt, please follow me".

"Oh look! Look! There he comes now!"

"Pansy why should I care! I hope he would just dissapear! I hate him!"

"What! Draco are you jealous that he ditched you for that other strange guy standing with Mcgonnagal?"

"NO! I dont want him and his idiocy around me, maybe it's constagnious and he did not ditch me I ditched him!"

"yea, whatever Draco. Hey, Feliciano who was that?"

Pansy was an professional rumor mill. She would not let anything to come between herself and a good rumor. She had also started to warm for the italian transfer when he had told Pansy that she had very beautifull hair and it rounded her face perfectly. Actualy all the girls in slytherin had started to warm for the boy, the italian had a way to drop compliments sounding like he actualy meant them. It was an very rare but appreciated trait that not many males(Well okay, not a singel one that any of the slytherin girls could think of beside Vargas) posessed. Slytherin girls had started to accept the italians company and even enjoy his cute nature. that made all the slytherin male students hate the transfer even more.

"That was my friend Ludwig. He is an transfer student too, from germany."

Daphne had also found her way to the promising new juicy rumor. Amongst all the other curious students. most of them were girls, but guys hanged on the edges of the group, trying to look disinterested but at the same time hear everything that was being said.

"Why did you kiss him?" Daphne asked, her eyes twinkling in an unsettling way.

"Thats what you do to your friends at my home".

"So do you give Draco kisses too?"

"No, I dont think that Draco would let me kiss him..."

Now all the girls were giggling in very unsettling way.

Okay, so maybe Draco had been wrong. Perhaps this boy was not the utter idiot that Draco had taken him for. Nobody was realy that innocent, especialy if they were sorted in to slytherin. That boy had to be just pretending in order to make Dracos life an living hell. Maybe Vargas was actualy an evil genius. There was no other explanation on how he otherwise had managed in few days ruin Dracos life and reputation, win te acceptance of the most of the professors and even won the slytherin girls in his side. It was all probably part of some greater plan. It had to be!

Draco had no other choice, he would have to keep an eye out of the boy. That little sneaky italian would not steal Dracos place as the prince of the slytherin.

If Germany would have known all the trouble Italy was unknowingly brewing in the slytherin house, he wouldn't have been surprised. He had had a long time to get to know all the ways in which Italy could make your normal life very problematic.

But Germany had other things to concentrate, like the hat placed on his head. A hat that seemed to talk to you in your head.

"You are an another nation".

Ignoring the ridiculousness of talking telephaticly to a hat, this was one of englands schools afterall, Germany went straight to bussiness.

"this is all very confidental information then, I hope you understand."

"Why of course, do not worry I always keep everything I see in others heads as a secret."

"Well good. Lets get this done with, you're supossed to sort me in one of those houses."

"yes, let me see..."

The sorting hat had already been inside the mind of an one nation. That made entering the complex labyrinth of Germanys soul a little bit easier. The hat already knew to shy away from the voices that could easily drown the hat for eternity. It ignored the grandness of the black eagle and the great sheer power of an nationhood that could probably suck you away if you started to concentrate on it too much. Instead it looked for the boy named Ludwig Beilschmidt in the chaos of it all.

Somwhere deep down there was a shadow, something fragile and fleeting. Something fluttering that was trying to rise from the unconscious. It was a voice so small that the hat could barely hear it. It wasn't realy even a voice, more like an feeling that something is there, buried deep down. Like a memory long long forgotten.

Then it was gone, like a shadow it disapeared and then the hat found Ludwig.

"where are you going to place me?" there was already some irritation on Germans voice.

"I apologize, It can take a while with a mind like yours, as in your...kind. You nations are quite...complex".

"Uhm, alright".

The hat concentrated on Ludwig. He was very different from Feliciano. Ludwig was all the things that Feliciano was not. Orderly, hard worker that thinked everything throught. Very organised. Very hufflepuff like and wasn't that some irony. This was Germany and everyone knew the reputation that Germany had. A world power, someone that had not only tried to take over the whole continent, but almost sucseeded too.

Facts were still facts and this mind was very clear hufflepuff. He worked hard because he felt that that was how things were supposed to be done. He was very loyal to his friends, allies, superiors...

The sorting hat can't realy shudder, it is made of cloth afterall, but it can feel like shuddering. It was very clear that these individuals were not human. The hat suspected that humans would not be able to keep on living with memories like these weighting them down.

Moving quickly to more recent set of memories the hat made it's choice.

"HUFFLEPUF!"

the hat watched as the german walked down to sit with other hufflepuffs who cheered and clapped. Italy had sprung from his seat and found his way to sit next to Germany who was trying to look indifferent while the smaller boy was hugging him from the waist. The other slytherin students looked scandalized that their company had been exhanged for hufflepuffs company. Hufflepuffs looked a bit scared because there was an slytherin siting in their table. Gryffindors and rawenclaws looked just a mix of confused and curious.

Looking it all from up there it seemed all so ironic. They were all worried of the slytherins, oh if only they would understand. Maybe it was better that they would never learn. It was better that the dark lord had a blind spot in that place. Just imagine if all the death eaters were hufflepuffs. Hard working and loyal. Peoples that get all their duties done and did not make big number of it. Peoples who would go the farest to fullfill their job. They weren't ambitious like slytherins that would stop exactly when there was no longer any reason for them to continue. They weren't brave like gryffindors. They didn't win their fears, but they would still do the job even if they were too scared, just because it was supposed to be done.

It realy was only their own modesty and sense of right and wrong that kept the hufflepuffs from exploding on hogwarts face. One could only hope that it would stay that way.

Later in the hufflepuff common rooms, the german transfer already had a group of concerned new friends.

"So you have known this slytherin for a long time then?"

"For the last time, he isn't planing anything. He isn't capable of any kind of planing!"

"Are you sure? He may act like a friend, but he is probably just using you."

"No he is not! That's ridiculous".

"But he did got sorted in to slytherin..."

"So what! I assure you all, Feliciano is of no danger to me. Our friendsip is not even any of your concern! Feliciano is not some kind of mastermind plotting the doom of the school. He's just-"

"but nobody can act that innocent without some kind of ulterior motive! And he was sorted in the slytherin! It just not wise to-"

"Germ-Ludwiiiiiig!"

Germany face-palmed. He already had a headache from these children.

"Oh just someone open the entrace, otherwise he's probably starting to cry soon".

"But we can't let a slytherin inside our common room!"

"Well you just better get used to it. "

You know I think that Italy knows exactly what he is doing. The more I write him, the more sneaky he gets. like someone sometime put it so well, he is not realy entirely useless, he just likes to have Germanys atenttion on him all the time. ;) Hufflepuffs also realy do scare me some times. In my mind I always wonder when the hufflepuffs just decide to take over the hogwarts! lol!

Ugh this chapter was hell to write and when I read it...blaah.

Well it wasn't realy that horrible to write, it did have its good moments too. Like the way this fic lets me work my frustrations over Hogwarts house issues. Realy, the cliches can irk me like nothing else.

This fic might(most probably will) get its third part sometimes in the future. I can't promise you when, but probably sometime. Probably when I want to rant about the house stereotypes a little bit more again. Yes I do already have an idea who is going to be next, Japan. When all the axis are done maybe I will work with the allies. I try to get Japan out soon enough, but no promises.