Welp, here's SG-chan again, with the next chapter of AWWoM! ^^ Why, oh why do I love writing our tsundere Brit so much? I don't know really, but I have a lot of fun writing Arthur's interactions with, well, everyone xD Seriously though, I didn't expect such a good reception! I mean, seriously! Oh, and this chapter features our intrepid boy hero... x3

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The doorbell woke Arthur from his sleep, and whoever was ringing the infernal bell was lucky they were outside, or they would have found themselves victim to the rage of a just-awoken Englishman. Of course, if that damn bell kept ringing, they might find themselves in danger anyway!

"'m coming, 'm coming," he called as he pulled on his unicorn slippers (sh-shut up, t-they were a present from Japan!) and plodded down the hallway. By the time he got to the foyer the bell was still ringing, so he was quite understandably right pissed as he opened the front door and shouted: "The bloody fuck d'ye want?"

Twinkling blue eyes set in a wrinkled face above a long white beard looked so damnably happy that nothing Arthur could say or think of could quite convey his anger, irritation and downright frustration that was being cause by the man in front of him. Finally, he came upon an appropriate phrase.

"Burn in hell and leave me in peace," the nation growled and made to slam his door.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore had already slipped inside and was admiring the large portrait that sat above his mantle. "Beautiful craftsmanship," the wizard commented on the regal-looking lion that lay at the feet of a man whose garb marked him as the captain of a seafaring vessel. The fact that the man in the portrait looked nearly identical to Arthur was not commented upon.

"I highly doubt you came here at 7:30 in the morning to admire my parlor, Albus," Arthur said in a tired tone. "I was awake quite late last night finalizing some preparations for Samhain, so would you mind cutting to the chase?"

"I thought today would be a good day for hunting." The twinkle in Albus's eyes had been replaced by a steely determination, and in spite of himself, Arthur smirked.

"Give me time to change; not all of us like to parade around in our nightclothes." Arthur stared pointedly at Dumbledore's robes, which today was a deep fuchsia with pink and green blobs all over.

"I received these as a Christmas gift from my brother, Arthur; I can hardly burn them."

"I'll gladly do it for you," the nation muttered as he plodded back to his bedroom. "Perhaps with you in them even; give me some peace and quiet."

Albus chuckled himself as he heard the other man mumbling. Really, for someone who was hundreds of years old, the personification of England could be quite childish. Although compared to the actual children he knew, he supposed that between acting childish and being childish, he was glad Arthur was one of the former, and then only occasionally. If what he had gleaned from Severus' latest report was true, then there might not be much time left to-

The old wizard was brought out of his musings as Arthur came down the stairs, dressed in jeans and a dark black sweatshirt.

"I assume we'll be breaking at least a couple of curses down today," the blond said by way of explanation. "Blood doesn't show up as well on black. Will we be going out of country at all?"

"So far as I know, all of Tom's horcruxes are located in the United Kingdom," Dumbledore replied.

"And by 'the United Kingdom' you mean…"

"England and Scotland."

"Gringotts and Hogwarts at least?"

"Possibly," Albus admitted.

"Least there's none in Ireland; Neve would have a fit," Arthur groused. "How Sean ever put up with her I'll never know…"

Albus chuckled as he pulled a pen from his pocket. "Little Hangleton," he said to answer Arthur's unasked question before they were whisked away.


"Harry, you're here!"

Upon entering the Burrow Harry Potter was nearly bowled over as he was treated to an exuberant glomp/tackle/hug/bruising of the ribs from Hermione Granger.

"Hello Hermione, nice to see you too," the dark-haired boy chuckled.

"Harry mate, you're finally here!" Ron Weasley turned Hermione's glomp into a full group hug, and though nearly suffocated, Harry felt quite comfortable.

"Harry!"

As he heard the voice of Ron's sister Ginny, the danger bells started ringing, and he decided to escape the group hug before he really was suffocated.

"How are you doing Harry?" Ginny asked, a happy grin gracing her features.

"Visiting the new Potions professor with the headmaster," Harry grinned. "Looks like Snape's gonna be out of a job!"

"Brilliant!" Ron cheered as Hermione scolded:

"Professor Snape isn't that bad!"

"Come off it Hermione, we know you dislike him too," Ginny scoffed.

"That doesn't mean I have to be so open about it," Hermione retorted.

"Girls," Ron mouthed at Harry, who hid a smile. "Who d'you suppose is going to be teaching Defense this year?" the redhead asked in an effort to ignore his sister and Hermione arguing.

"No one from the Ministry I hope," Harry replied.

"If it's someone useless we can just have you teach us again," Ron teased with an elbow to Harry's side.

He groaned. "Merlin no; last year was nerve-wracking enough in secret; can you imagine me teaching an actual class?"

"Speaking of teaching, I heard Dad talking to Mum about how there's going to be new History and Astronomy teachers too," Ginny butted in. By the scowl on Hermione's face, it seemed Ginny had gotten the last word in their argument.

"Blimey, are they trying to replace the entire staff or something?" Ron exclaimed. "That's four new teachers!"

"Well, really, it's only courses that don't have very competent teachers," Harry commented.

"Professor Sinistra isn't too bad, and if that's the case, then why isn't Trelawney being sacked?" Hermione muttered.

"So you admit Snape isn't that good a teacher!" Ginny exclaimed triumphantly.

"I wonder if the Ministry'll send teachers," Harry thought aloud

"I don't think the headmaster would allow it," Hermione said, ignoring Ginny's comment.

"Though really, who cares? It's only astronomy and history," Ron scoffed. "Nobody takes those classes."

"Luna takes astronomy," Ginny interjected in defense of her friend.

"And Hermione's so smart she probably got all her OWLs," Harry teased.

The brunette witch blushed at the compliment before turning to Ron. "What about all the first years that are going to be stuck with whoever gets hired, hmm? And all the other students who have to take those courses?"

"I guess that's their problem then," Ron shrugged.

"You'd better get rid of that attitude if you're going to continue being a prefect!"

"Bloody hell, it's not like I asked to be one!"

"How long before they get together?" Harry whispered.

"By winter hols," Ginny replied.

"End of the year," Harry disagreed.

"Loser has to do a favor the winner asks of them," Ginny offered.

"Deal."

The two had grown closer over the summer as Harry mourned for his godfather. While Ginny had never actually lost someone so close to her, she blamed herself for letting Tom Riddle control her, something Harry could sympathize with all too well.

"Hey." The Boy-Who-Lived was brought out of his gloomy musings by Ginny's hand on his arm. "You okay?" she asked softly.

"I'm fine," He assured her.

"Sure?"

"Positive."

Ginny's coming interrogation was interrupted by her mother's entrance.

"Harry!" The Weasley matriarch took it upon herself to give Harry a rib and backbreaking hug. "Side-along treated you well?"

"Sort of queasy really," Harry replied softly as he attempted to breathe. "Where'd Headmaster Dumbledore go?"

"He and Arthur are discussing Order business; nothing for you kids to worry about."

"Bollocks we don't," Ron snorted. "We all fought at the Ministry, held our own against You-Know-Who and his flunkies and whipped 'em! If we can do that well on our own, we can do just as well in the Order!"

"For one thing, none of you are overage; that's the only reason the twins are allowed to attend meetings - they don't go out on missions," Mrs. Weasley scolded. "For another, you simply aren't ready for that kind of danger." She silenced any further protests from Ron with a 'Don't you dare argue with me - I brought you into this world I can take you out' glare. "If I had my way none of you would have ever learned how to fight."

"That's why we need competent teachers," Ginny reminded her mother. "And why the headmaster's replacing a few teachers this year right?"

"Very astute Ms. Weasley," Dumbledore complimented as he entered the room, blue eyes twinkling. "I believe Ms. Granger has been a good influence on all of you." The teens chuckled while Hermione snorted - no doubt thinking of Ron and his (still) dreadful study habits. "I apologize for having to leave so soon Molly. I have a meeting to keep with our new astronomy teacher - not that he knows it yet. Oh, and Harry?" The dark-haired boy seemed slightly startled at Dumbledore's acknowledgment of his presence. "Do try to keep out of trouble."


What's this? Harry and Ginny actually getting along? Yeah, SG-chan doesn't always villainize Ginny in her stories, or Ron for that matter x3 It all depends on the plot, and how they would be useful... Although for some reason SG-chan is having a devil of a time writing Hermione; maybe cause we're a lot alike xD

Also, Neve is Ireland while Sean is N. Ireland. Wales and Scotland will be mentioned in later chapters but I don't think any of them will show up in the story. Probably not. Wales might, but if he does, then the Doctor will too... xD No more, no more, I shan't give any spoilers! xD

Okey, hope you all enjoyed, and don't forget to leave a review! It doesn't even have to be a review, concrit is more than welcome, since writing Hetalia is new to SG-chan.