2 years later

As usual, the World Meeting was chaos. France was trying to molest England, America was voicing stupid ideas that Japan supported immediately, Russia was scaring everyone, and Switzerland was threatening to beat people with his Peace Prize.

Italy looked over at Germany. He could tell that his wife was about to explode as usual. Her eyebrow was jumping uncontrollably and she was squeezing the table so hard that cracks were appearing in the wood.

Italy sighed. So holding the meeting in Berlin hadn't helped ease Germany's stress. Oh well. He pulled a pair of earplugs out of his pocket, screwed them into his ears, and braced himself.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"

Germany shot from her chair, sending it crashing into the wall. There was silence. Instantly.

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I AGREED TO HOST THIS CONFERENCE, IF YOU ALL INSIST ON BEING USELESS IDIOTS BICKERING OVER NOTHING!"

For the next thirty seconds, she ranted until her throat was sore and she'd blown off plenty of steam. But when she stopped to take a breath, all the nations heard a wail coming from the next room.

China looked over at the door with interest. "Is that a baby, aru?"

"AHAHAHA!" America pointed at Italy and Germany. "You two have been busy, huh?"

Germany's face somehow alternated from mortified red to shocked white. Italy leapt to his feet and ran from the room.

"Where is Italy going, West Germany?" Russia asked in a creepy voice. "I hope it is not something that could threaten the Warsaw Pact?"

Germany didn't answer, instead opting to follow her husband out through the meeting room's doors. The nations sat in silence and confusion, wondering what the hell was going on.

Germany and Italy returned a few minutes later. Italy held a small toddler in his arms, a toddler who looked around curiously at the other nations. The toddler was still whimpering slightly while Italy rocked him in his arms.

"Ve~, Alfonse, shhhh..."

The other nations stared at Italy, Germany, and the baby in utter shock. And then England stood.

"Is that... You... That's Harry Potter!"

He ran over to Italy, who shrank back apprehensively. "Yes! The scar! That's Potter! We've been looking for him for two years since-"

England stopped speaking when he felt a vicelike hand close around his neck. He was twisted around to face a very angry Germany.

"England, explain why you are calling our son, Alfonse, Harry Potter."

England squeaked in terror. "C-can't this wait?"

Germany tightened her death grip. "NOW."

England nodded, as he didn't have enough air in his lungs for words.

"Sehr gut." Germany opened her hand and let England fall to the floor. He coughed for a second and then looked up. "But we need to talk about this in secret."

Russia stood up. "England, you are keeping secrets from us, da? Come on, tell us."

England scowled. "Shut up, Russia. This doesn't concern the Warsaw Pact or NATO. This is far more urgent, and it's completely secret."

"Secrets are my specialty, da?"

America stood up and yelled, "Hey, commie! Iggy said it's secret, so it stays secret!"

England ushered Germany, Italy, and Alfonse out of the room, pausing only to yell over his shoulder, "Don't call me Iggy!"

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Germany glared at England across the kitchen table. "So let me get this straight. You're telling me that our adopted son is a wizard, his biological parents were killed by some evil villain, and that you've been searching for him for two years?"

England nodded awkwardly. "Yes. He was supposed to be left on the doorstep of his closest blood relatives, but our... courier... took a wrong turn and left him on your doorstep instead."

Alfonse/Harry looked up at Germany and Italy. "Mutti? Vati? What's going on?"

He spoke in German, sinces Germany had won the coin toss to teach him the language first.

Germany picked him up and hugged him. "Nothing, Alfonse. Everything's all right."

"Ve, England, what does this mean?" Feliciano asked, while Luise tried to calm down the terrified child.

England sighed. "Well, ideally, we would have to ask you to return him-"

"Not a chance." Italy's normal cheer had been replaced by an angry glare. England shrank back.

"Okay, okay. I looked into his relatives, and I think he actually would be better off with you two. His aunt and uncle are absolute nightmares."

Germany took a break from fussing over Alfonse to ask, "So what do you want?"

England took a sip from a cup of tea. "Children of his kind are sent to a special school at the age of eleven. And his case is... special."

"Ve... So Alfonse, or Harry, or whatever his name is, will be attending a boarding school? What will he be learning?"

"How to use his special abilities correctly. Don't try to fight this. An untrained wizard can be deadly."

"How deadly?"

"Well, since he's untrained and doesn't know how to use his powers, the magical energy he could release would destroy half a city block."

The two parents stared at England in shock and disbelief.

"Are you sure that this isn't another one of your 'imaginary friends' talking to you?" Germany asked skeptically.

England scowled. "THEY'RE NOT BLOODY IMAGINARY!" he yelled.

Alfonse started to cry. Italy took him and tried to quiet him down while Germany talked to England.

"England, I hope you understand if this is a bit... hard to believe."

England shrugged. "You'll come around. His powers will start showing up at around his fifth birthday."

"If you say so."

From behind the door, unbeknownst to any of the other nations, East Germany/Prussia had his ear pressed to the door.

"Kesesesese! Magic baby?" he muttered to himself. "The awesome me can't believe that West is falling for England's bullshit so easily! Russia will be pleased to hear this!"

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All right, as promised, here's Chapter Two. Not my best work, but it'll do.

Reviews are appreciated.