WOW! I've gotten a lot of awesome feedback! Thank you all so much! I wasn't even going to post until Monday before I saw all the responses. Thank you all!

Just to let you know, this will take place in the original 1995-1996 timeline, the story will not be set in modern times. Also, I won't do accents except for those who only make a cameo.

Disclaimer: I do not own many things including Hetalia and Harry Potter.

Chapter One The Team

"Okay," England said staring at the phone; he had just sent the owl on its way and expected a response by the next day. "I might as well assemble this party of nations. I need some people who I can trust and who will listen to me. Someone who will take my orders without any delay- that's it! A colony."

England quickly picked up the phone and dialed a number, then waited anxiously as the phone rang.

Suddenly, someone picked it up, "Hullo?" Came the heavily accented Australian voice.

"Hello Australia!"

"Oh, England! G'day mate, what has you calln' my neck of the woods?"

"Well you see, Australia, I'm in a bit of a fix over here-"

"Hold up," Australia interrupted. "Will this involve fighting?"

"Well it's not a hundred percent but it could happen."

"Does this job happen in Europe?"

"Well, Scotland mainly."

"Then I'm out."

"What! Why?" England shouted into the phone.

"Look, I'm not your lackey. I am also on the other side of the world; it would take forever for me to get there. Besides, I don't really care what happens in Europe, especially since it probably won't have anything to do with me. Also, stay away from New Zealand, I don't want you to guilt him into your campaign, whatever it is."

With that, he promptly hung up.

"The nerve," England sniffed. "Well onto the next one." He dialed another number.

"Hailō," Came the voice with a background full of exotic music.

"India, this is England. I was wondering, could you help-"

"What's that- I can't- I'm losing," there were some crackling noises that obviously originated from India's mouth.

"I know you're faking it!" England yelled, but the line went dead. "Great." He furiously dialed again.

"Nǐ hǎo," A Chinese voice said.

"Good to see you Hong Kong! Could you please-"

"No," Then came the sound of a phone clicking the receiver.

"Hello? Hello?" England was furious. He tried other colonies, even the smallest ones, to no avail. They all hung up or refused within a few minutes of the call. Wait! There was one fellow, the one that was the one next to America that wasn't Mexico. He thought for a moment then, "Canada!"

He quickly dialed and heard, "Hello, eh," on the other end.

"Hello Canada!"

"Oh, hey England, eh," The quiet voice said then a nearly silent, "so you remembered me."

"Canada, I was wondering if you could come over to my place to help with an important matter."

"Oh gee, I'd love to."

"Really that's fantastic!"

"Wait, I said I'd love to, but I can't, eh. I've got a lot of work."

England sighed, "I think you're the only one today who gave an honest excuse."

"Oh, have you been going around asking for help, eh?"

"Yes, yes I have."

"Well, have you talked to America yet?"

England thought for a moment; he realized that he had hoped it didn't come to that, "Well, I wouldn't say-"

"Just go and ask America, he'll help you."

"Somehow I'm not so certain," England sighed.

"Just do it, okay, eh."

"Thank you, Canada," He hung up.

England hesitantly dialed the American.

There was momentary silence followed by, "DUDE! ENGLAND WHAT HAPPENED!"

"What do you mean what happened?" England asked pulling the phone away from the now ringing ear.

"HAS RUSSIA INVADED? WAS YOUR PRIMINISTER ASSASSINATED? IS IT TERRORISTS? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!"

"Why do you assume that bad things happened?" England asked.

"Huh?" America finally had the proper volume. "Well it's not Christmas, not Father's Day, you're not intoxicated, it's not my birthday (although my birthday and intoxication usually go hand in hand), and it's not some other special day. Wait did I accidentally nuke you?"

"No, it's none of those things." He exhaled and gritted his teeth together before muttering. "I need your help."

"I'm sorry what?"

"I need your help," He said a little louder.

"Dude I can't hear you, you need to speak up."

"I need your help, dammit!" England growled through the phone.

"HA! I heard you the first time, I was just recording it for possible blackmail later," The American laughed.

England vented his anger through the phone in ungentlemanly language.

"And that is what I think about your #$% &$ alien friend!" England finished after five minutes of ranting, face red, and huffing. America wasn't the main reason he was angry, he had the others to blame for that, but he just needed someone to yell at and America was there. He realized this and sighed.

"Dude, you realize that I was kidding, right?" There was a moment of silence.

"Sorry," England finally apologized. "I'm just angry at a lot of people right now, I didn't mean to yell at you . . .You're still going to help right?"

"Depends."

"On what."

"Can I ask some questions?"

"Sure, go ahead," England breathed.

"Does it involve the fate of the world?" America questioned.

"Most likely."

"Will there be fighting?"

"Only if the opposing side attacks."

"Should I bring a gun?"

"You should bring a wand."

"A wand?"

"Yes, I'm assuming that you have one, being a nation and all."

"Sure I've got one, but I like guns more. Wait, does this have to do with the wizard world?"

"Yes," England said regaining some of his composure. "I'll explain the details later."

"That's fine by me, count me in."

"Really!" England was shocked especially after he had yelled at him.

"Well, yeah. The fate of the world, fighting, magic, that sounds like a job for the hero! What do I need to bring?"

"Just bring your wand, some wizard currency, and clothes that fit you when you were fifth teen in appearance."

"Why the last thing? They don't fit anymore, and they're from the 19th century."

"Ok, then just buy clothing that would fit you when you had the appearance of a fifth teen year old. I'll explain later when you come to my house, just bring them alright."

"Right, see you later, Iggy."

"Stop calling me that."

"Nope," then the phone clicked off.

"Alright," England rubbed his temples. "I have my first companion and he is a complete idiot. I've also run out of ex-colonies so I'll have to call on others."

He thought for a second trying to think of someone to call. He would not ever in his entire life even consider calling France so he marked that off his list. He didn't think Belgium or Netherland would be any help. Wait, he could call up his magic club, Norway and Romania. However two phone calls later he had no new additions to the party. Norway was having a lot of trouble keeping the rest of the Nordic nations in toe, and Romania, in an attempt to change his eye color, had accidentally blinded himself. The spell wouldn't ware off for a few weeks. He then considered his old allies, but he already had America, would never ever (EVER) consider France an option, was annoyed by China, and was fearful of Russia (though he would never admit it). Then a thought came to him, what about Germany. He could at least tolerate Germany and he had a level head.

He picked up the phone and called Germany's house.

"Hallo," came the response, England knew who it was.

"Hello, Prussia, can I speak with Germany," England asked.

"He's not here at the moment; he's out training with Italy. Can I take a message?"

"I suppose," England sighed. "Tell Germany I need his help with something."

"What is it?" Prussia asked.

"It has something to do with magic."

"Magic, Germany doesn't necessarily have a lot of experience with magic you know. I'm pretty good at magic, not super good, but better than Germany. I'm sure I, the Awesome Prussia, can fill in for him whatever you need."

"I'm sure that you are quite knowledgeable but I-"

"Alright then I'll come, no need to ask, I've been in West's un-awesome basement for too long. I'm coming to your place on the next plane, bye." Click.

England slammed down the phone on the receiver and cursed. Now two idiots were coming to see him, he bet there was no way to get ahold of Germany in time now so he marked him off the list. Who would he call next?

Suddenly the phone rang and he picked it up and put it to his ear. Big mistake. A loud "DUDE!" came from the phone and nearly deafened his right ear.

"Why, America, might you be calling me?!" England yelled into the phone.

"I got someone else to come and help us!" America said.

"Who?"

"Kon'nichiwa!" A Japanese voice came over the line. "Mr. America thought I could help out, if that's alright with you."

"Actually I think that is a good idea, at least I'll be able to tolerate you Japan. Unlike America and Prussia-"

"Prussia is coming?" America called through the phone. "I got to call him, bye." The phone clicked again.

Well at least he had three of the four people needed for his adventure; he just needed one more person. England thought for abit. He should add another element to the group, it would seem odd if all of the transfers were male, and who knows, Mr. Potter may prefer to talk to women. He just wondered who to call. He needed someone who could be a girl and fight like a madman (err . . . madwoman) and didn't creep him out (so Belarus was out of the question). He smiled, he knew just the person. Prussia wasn't going to like this.

As a silly Italian once said, "Worst cliffhanger ever!" Can you guess who the last addition to the team is? I probably made it super obvious.

If I get enough positive feedback I may just post the second chapter tonight! If not, I'll do it either tomorrow or Monday. Also, I swear these chapters will get longer, the first couple are short for right now.

See you when I update next!

~Frostyfire325