Hi everyone, I feel really bad that I haven't updated in literally months, but for some reason I thought I had like 3 chapters on here already but whatever. Here chapter 2 is, I tried to make it long to compensate. Please read and review and feel free to PM me and please let me know any comments questions or concerns you have.

Disclaimer :I do not own Hetalia, nor will I ever.

Alfred was thoroughly lost, he had been staring at the brooms for a few minutes when he had decided to go explore a little more. However, after a few wrong turns he had ended up in a suspicious looking alleyway filled with shady characters and shops titled things like "The Poison Brew" and "The Dance of Death." All in all, he felt rather out of his element. Suddenly, someone grabbed his hand. The hand dragged him over to a little stall on the side of the road. The person who had grabbed him was a woman. She had bright green eyes and short Auburn hair, a beauty.

"Hello there darling, you looked lost so I couldn't help but bring you over here to join me. Where are you trying to go?"

"Umm... hello," Alfred replied uncertainly "I was trying to get back to Diagon Alley."

"Oh yes of course dear, its at the end of this street, turn left and then right." Alfred turned to leave but she stopped him. "Before you leave could I interest you in some of my wares? I have some of the finest charms in England."

" I...I...I'm okay, thank you very much ma'am," stuttered out Alfred.

"No no I insist." The woman opened an old briefcase at her feet and pulled out a few necklaces. "Would you like one for strength?" she asked. "Or stress relief, or happiness, or gnome protection. No... theses ones aren't for you." She dug about in her suitcase, completely ignoring the uncomfortable Alfred. She pulled out a necklace, a black stone on a bronze chain. "This one is for you, it will make you turn invisible for one hour if you tap it three times. In fact, I can tell that it is yours, I will give it to you for free."

"Well...if its free, I suppose I could take it, thank you very much ma'am." He reached out and grabbed the necklace, and slung it around his neck. Then he looked at the woman, she was gone. He followed the directions the woman gave him to a very angry Arthur and Matthew, and they set off to England's house. Both boys, unconsciously deciding not to tell anyone of their gifts.

They were late. America had taken ages to get up out of bed, and Arthur had nearly burnt the house down twice before Matthew kicked him out of the kitchen. How does one burn cereal anyway? After a delicious meal of pancakes, they dropped Kumajiro off at Prussia's house (via Tony) and headed to train station. They must have looked quite a sight, America, using his super strength threw all of their luggage in the baggage train, and all three of them threw themselves on the train. Arthur went to check in with some of the teachers aboard, and Alfred and Matthew were left to find a place to sit. They wandered around for a bit until they found a semi empty room.

Matthew tentatively knocked, a bushy haired brunette smiled and nodded, inviting them to come in. Inside the compartment were four people. There was a tall boy, about 13 or 14 with bright red hair and a long thin nose, and another boy with extremely messy black hair, round glasses, and what seemed to be a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Sitting next to the black haired boy was the girl who had let them come in, she had very bushy brown hair and rather large teeth, however she still was quite pretty. In the back asleep was a man wrapped in a semi-ragged cloak sleeping near the window. Matthew noticed the man's briefcase above him with writing on it that said R. J. Lupin. However, the best thing about the whole place was the pile of candy on the floor. Suddenly, the girl snapped him out of his daze, "Hello there, I'm Hermione Granger, the red haired one is Ron Weasley, and glasses is Harry Potter, and you are?"

She spoke with an air of intelligence and curiosity, and although her question was innocent enough, he couldn't help but remember Arthur's final warning to never tell anyone their real identities. He would have to be careful.

By now, America had miraculously fallen asleep next to the red haired boy. It was no wonder since he had barely slept for the past month, but he couldn't help but hate his brother for making him do all the explaining on his own. America may have been anything but subtle, but he was a genius at lying.

"My name is Matthew Williams, I'm from Canada, and this is my twin brother Alfred, from America." He answered.

"Wait," questioned Ron, "how come you two live in different countries if you are twins, I have twin brothers and we can barely get them to go a town away from each other. "

Here we go thought Matthew, "well basically when we were younger both of our parents died and we didn't have any family left, so these two brothers adopted us separately, Francis took me and raised me partially in France and partially in Canada, and Arthur took Alfred and raised him in both England and the U.S. Eventually by about fourth grade, Francis and Arthur moved in together and we got to live together near the border of Canada and the U.S. But because we were both raised for a lot of our early lives in separate countries we both consider ourselves from those countries."

He took a deep breath and prayed the hastily concocted story would be believed. To his everlasting relief, all of them nodded and acted like they understood.

After a few more random conversations revolving around which house the twins would get into, what pets did they get, and showing off their wands, the trio started a sort of private conversation of their own and Matthew attempted to get some sleep. For some reason, even though he always fell asleep right away he could not seem to drift off, and it took at least an hour of shifting around to finally doze off.

Hermione's P.O.V.

The twins were weird, that was for sure, she could tell that the shy twin's story, though partially true was at least somewhat made up on the spot. However, she also knew it wasn't her business to poke her nose around, even if she was curious. After a few hours of conversation and secretly admiring the adorable twins that had fallen asleep on each other, the train came to a screeching halt.

Matthew woke up with a start, but had to shake his twin to get him up. They both looked worried.

All of a sudden, the temperature dropped, frost climbed on the windows and our breath froze in the air. It was absolutely frigid. The air was tense and thick with dread and fear, and we were all on edge. It was as if something was just beyond the door waiting to scare us. The shadows moved, the door opened, and the lights went out. Then someone was on me, I heard voices, Ginny and Neville and Fred and George had stumbled in on us. The door opened, we saw a skeletal hand grasp the door and a shadowed, cloaked figure glided in. Matthew and Alfred collapsed, they were out like a light at the first sign of the hand. Suddenly, I began to remember when my parents had nearly died in the elevator accident, when my cat died on Christmas, when the bullies at school had pushed me into the dumpster. All my worst memories came rushing back, and I barely registered Harry collapsing beside me. It was dark and cold and hopeless, but then I saw a light.

"Expecto Patronum!"

The professor who had been sleeping had woken up and suddenly all the bad things began to fade away. I looked up and saw Ron, his face drawn and pale, Fred and George clinging to each other, and Ginny and Neville both looking very ill. Harry was beginning to stir from his place on the floor, but Alfred and Matthew had not moved from their positions, both of their faces were screwed up in agony and they were crying silent tears. The professor was leaning over them with a highly concerned look.

Suddenly, the door flung open. A man with messy blonde hair and wild green eyes dashed in. His clothes were rumpled and he panted as if he had run from the other side of the train. "Are...(pant) they...(pant)...okay? He asked directing the question to everyone. The professor gave a quick shake of the head.

"The need to be woken up immediately or they could suffer permanent damage. "

The wild eyed man shooed everyone away, he knelt down next to the twins and closed his eyes, placing one hand on each of their foreheads.

"What is he doing?" asked Ginny in a hushed tone.

"I believe...he is forming an empathy link with them, it will allow him to view their minds and help distribute the fears and memories. I am astonished that one so young could be capable of such advanced magic, but it should work." Replied Lupin.

We all waited with baited breath watching the young man sit there. As the minutes lengthened, he seemed to droop with exhaustion, suddenly he let out a great cry and I saw several tears run down his cheeks. His despondency only seemed to increase as time went on. Finally, he gave a great sigh, Lupin was there ready to catch him as he collapsed in exhaustion. Then, the twin's eyes fluttered open. Matthew was the first to awaken. He seemed dazed, and looked like he was ready to cry, but he saw his brother collapsed on the ground and immediately ran to his aid. Finally, Alfred woke up. He kept mumbling something about not being able to stop something. They both seemed extremely worried about the blonde young man but Lupin assured them that he would be just fine in a little while. And so it was that the countries came to Hogwarts.

Matthew's POV:

There was blood falling from the sky, blood and fire were raining down, permeating the earth. There was a burning city and a man. The man was young, with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, his boots were immaculate, and his coat even more so. Other than being surprisingly clean for the middle of a battle, there was nothing strange about the man. But then I saw his face. It was cold and hard, his mouth was set in a maniacal grin and his eyes, his eyes were violet, wild and dangerous, burning with unchecked rage. He radiated fury as his cruel face surveyed the devastation before him.

A city was burning, its white had long descended into oranges, reds, and blacks. The man sat there watching, waiting. Suddenly, another man approached, he looked completely similar to the other man but for his eyes, blue as the sky and the sea. They were twins, connected completely. However this time they were not on the same side, this time the unchecked passion would rage and burn against his other half. The blue eyed man merely stood there with eyes filled with sorrow and pain; and though he tried to be strong, he could not help but clutch his chest as his heart burned and fell. He would lose his heart today in more ways than one.

"Click", a safety was pulled. Amongst the fire and ruin, two brothers faced each other. The sky cried blood, but the fire never wavered. "Bang!" Perhaps there was a moment's hesitation in the cold man's eyes, but it soon left, and he pulled the trigger. His brother, illuminated in dusky orange glow, fell amongst the ruins of his heart. The aim was true, a hole, right through the heart, right where, seconds before, a hand had grasped in pain. The cold man stared at the fire, and perhaps, his ice cold heart began to melt, for as he walked away, a single tear fell unnoticed. Maybe little by little, one tear by one tear, the blood could leave the earth.

Matthew awoke with a roar in his ears. He had re-lived the worst experience of his life. He had killed his brother, again. His previous memories had not reminded him of how cold he had been back then . He felt like crying, but then he saw Alfred, his brother was curled up shaking and mumbling to himself. "Let me out!" he cried. He crouched next to Alfred and shook him awake. It took awhile, but he knew how to wake up his twin. Soon, Al's eyes shot open, he sat up like a bullet, losing his glasses and startling everyone in the room. He was a little out of sorts, and as he fumbled around for his glasses Matthew couldn't help but be worried. Then, they saw Arthur. Matt was worried, but Al was terrified. Alfred would never admit how much he cared about Arthur, a product of the revolution, but Arthur was still very much a father figure to him.

Suddenly, the train came to a grinding halt. "Land ho!" came the creaky voice of the conductor. Alfred shrank back in an uncharacteristic moment of terror, but at that moment Arthur shot up. Though quite a bit out of sorts not to mention emotionally unstable, England was accustomed to dealing with pain and bottling it up. Almost immediately, he got up dusted himself off and began coaxing the twins outside. Matthew was confused and still rather shaken from his vision. But he was mostly worried about Alfred. Ever since the magic had entered into their lives, he had been acting strange. He wasn't boisterous nor did he pretend to be stupid. He just was quiet, skittish, and shy. It was absolutely the opposite of America normally. He was going to have to bring it up to England next time he was alone.

Suddenly he was broken out of his thoughts. Arthur, who had passed out from exhaustion a few minutes before was now up and about. He looked...fine, to someone who didn't know him well. But underneath the bravado, Matthew could see the utter emotional exhaustion and shock." However, Arthur was still brisk and uniform in his speech, " You two are going to go with the first years in the boats so you can be sorted, I will meet you inside, don't worry, I am absolutely fine. I'll eat some chocolate and be good as new."

The twins were hustled outside, too shocked to argue, but as Matthew sailed off, he couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning in a whole new series of disasters.