There are references to neglect and abuse in this chapter. Please recognise that I do not agree with abuse in any form.

I do not own Harry Potter or Hetalia


Gilbert Beilschmidt had not felt happy for over a year. His lover had barely left the house, his son had been missing for a year to the day and his brother was trying to get them to live again. Step one? Moving into a new neighbourhood. The street of Privet Drive simply scared the Prussian. Cookie-cutter houses lined the street, and even Alfred had called it creepy. Arthur had chosen to dress as his female counterpart, Elizabeth, on seeing the houses, and their garden soon had a large amount of roses and purple hyacinths.

Next door, Mrs Petunia Dursley was being her normal self. Her long neck was allowing her to look into her neighbour's yard and dear Vernon had discovered that the Beilschmidts were German and had a young girl living with them, the daughter of the younger brother. The child could only be improved by knowing her Dudley, and the women of the house would no doubt need a woman such as her to gain them esteem in the area.

Within a week of them moving in, Vernon had told her she was expected to host them before Mrs No. 8 down the road. Checking on her darling Dudley (and making sure the freak was locked in his cupboard), Petunia quickly walked to the door of the house, spying the flowers and bushes and general state of the garden.

Two smart raps were heard by the occupants of the house. Lovino, dressed in his female clothes, answered the door and was met by a horse-faced woman, who sneered down at him.

"Hello, how are you?" Mrs Dursley sneered as she pushed her way into the house, "I wish to invite your entire family over for tea."

Elizabeth called down the hall to Lovino, asking if whoever was at the door wanted to come in. Mrs Dursley followed her voice into the kitchen, where she repeated her inquiry.

"Of course we would, Mrs Dursley, was it? Would you like me to bring anything over? Scones perhaps?" On hearing that, Lovino knew he had to do something. Nobody could eat Arthur's cooking and survive…

"Why don't we just bring some cake? Ludwig has been asking me to make Black Forest Cake…" Lovino silently apologised to his husband, knowing Ludwig would definitely deserve a Black Forest Cake after dealing with Gilbert all day.

"No, no," Petunia hurriedly interjected, "It's just a simple gathering, maybe some gossip…"

A cry from upstairs caused Lovino to leave the room, allowing Petunia to tell Elizabeth the time they would be expected before leaving.


Petunia checked on her son before looking in on the Freak. She quickly changed him, making sure that Vernon would be unable to tell she had seen to him, before silently pleading that the child would remain asleep. Freshening herself, she checked the bruise on her cheek, covering it in make-up and pulling her sleeves down.

The sound of the doorbell startled her, and she unsteadily walked to the door, preparing herself for a tea that could make or break her.