WOW. Just, WOW. Thanks for all the positive reviews you guys! They really mean a lot to me! So, without further adieu, chapter three everyone! (I still own nothing but the plot.)

WARNING: This is where the T rating comes in, folks…

Chapter three: Magic of a Nation

Arthur re-organized his classroom for possibly the millionth time before finally settling down in his seat. Francis leaned against the desk in a bored manner and looked at the various objects and books around the room. "Not bad Angleterre. Not bad." He commented. Arthur rolled his eyes before attempting to once again fix the unruly mess he called his hair. "It's never going to work, mon cher." The Englishman glared at the French nation for his unnecessary commentary. Francis merely chuckled and turned his attention to the now open classroom door. A young Slytherin girl stepped inside, her dark-brown hair covering her left eye as she glanced up shyly. She pushed her glasses up and sat down in one of the front row seats. Francis raised an eyebrow as she started scribbling something down in her notebook, her pale green eyes never leaving the page.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle! What are writing zere?" She jumped and pulled the paper closer to her chest, hugging the binding in an almost protective manner. Arthur looked up and scanned the room. Who was Francis talking to? He finally noticed the young first-year in the front row. She looked familiar. Ah, right, Valka Wolffe. Her sister is in Gryffindor, same as the rest of her family. How had he not seen her. "Is something wrong, love?" The Brit questioned concernedly. She seemed shocked that both professors had acknowledged her, and Arthur felt a wave of guilt crash over him. That's the same look Matthew (Canada) gives me when I actually remember him… The girl proceeded to bury her pale face in the pages of her notebook, flushing pink at all the attention.

Arthur was about to attempt to speak to her again when more students filed in through the open doorway. Arthur sighed before standing, ready to begin the lesson. "Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts." He started as the rest of the class sat down, each one eyeing his muggle clothes. "My name is Arthur Kirkland, or to you, Professor Kirkland." Nods all around, some kids probably thinking of ways to drive the new teacher mad. "And that over there is- BLOODY FROG, STOP MESSING WITH THAT!" All eyes turned towards Francis, who was currently holding some sort of triple-bladed Katana. The Frenchman glared before setting the weapon back on it's display and sulking over to the professor's side. "This utter moron is named Francis Bonnefoy, but don't expect him to answer to it, he has the IQ of a chipmunk." "HEY!" The class giggled and Valka smiled behind the cover of her book. "You shall address me as Professor Bonnefoy." Francis stated sulkily. A little blonde boy in the back raised his hand, fighting back a grin. "Yes Mr.…?" "Malfoy, sir. Donavan Malfoy." The boy replied. Arthur nodded for him to continue with his question. "Are you gay?" Donavan snickered at the professor's shocked face. "New rule, only ask questions related to the lesson." Arthur said quickly as the class giggled once more at his embarrassment.

The class soon found themselves outside, practicing simple defense spells such as disarming spells and shield charms. Valka was about to cast a stunning spell on one of the mist targets when her wand went flying out of her hand and into the Forbidden Forest. I knew I shouldn't have practiced so close to the edge. Not wanting to disrupt the class, she cautiously wandered into the trees in search of her wand. Oh where is it? She thought as she went deeper into the forest. A loud snap behind her caused the poor girl to freeze. She slowly turned around to see a man in a hooded cloak that covered his face in shadows allowing only his glowing red eyes to pierce through the darkness. Valka Wolffe didn't have time to react as a curse was shot towards her…

A bright flash from within the woods caught Francis's attention and he headed over towards it. Pushing past the dark branches he found a clearing where an ominous figure loomed over a small body sprawled out on the ground, her silver and green tie spattered with the blood dripping from her mouth. Francis felt his heart stop at the sight of the shy girl who had entered the classroom early lying limp on the forest floor. Her pale green eyes, once bright and filled with life, now empty, open wide but not able to see. Francis didn't think about it, he just lunged at the figure in pure rage, managing to tear the cloak from him. The Frenchman stared in horror at the nose-less dark wizard that stood before him. "Voldemort…" He whispered, before snapping out of his shock and punching the dark lord straight in the jaw. There was a loud snap as the dark wizard apparated away, satisfied with his minor killing spree.

Arthur was in the middle of explaining to the class a new defense spell when he felt a stab of pain in his chest. "Professor?" A red-headed Gryffindor girl asked as her teacher clamped a hand over his mouth… McGonagall and several other teachers came rushing out as the screaming continued. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were all gathered in a circle, blocking the teachers' view. "Students, please move, what seems to be the-" The students parted as Arthur coughed up another ridiculous amount of blood. "Professor Kirkland! Students, move so that Madam Pomfrey can do her job!" Poppy rushed forward and got the poor man to his feet, Snape assisting her in leading him to the medical wing.

Francis couldn't stop crying over the death of the young first-year. Why her? Why not an adult? At least then the pain of their loss wouldn't be as bad. Francis couldn't let this happen. Not to someone so innocent and sweet. He set her down carefully and placed a hand over her heart and his. There was a faint glow as the assistant professor went limp and the girl gasped for air as life coursed through her previously cold body. Francis stood weakly, his heartbeat weaker. Good thing I'm a nation. He was pretty sure he wouldn't have survived that if he were mortal. "Professor? Where am I?" She asked, her boyish sounding French accent ringing in the empty clearing. Francis hugged her tightly. "You're alive. You're alive again…" He sobbed. "I died?" Francis nodded. Valka looked over at him and smiled. "Zank you…" Francis looked up at her face and smiled. "Zank you… France…"

Francis froze. Did she just say France? "Wha…" Valka blushed and looked down at her feet. "Zat's why I was so quiet… you and Mr. Kirkland are France and England. You're nations, and it would be disrespectful to treat you like equals." France smiled down at her. "It's fine Valka. Don't zink of me as better zen you. You're a very bright girl, you know. How did you know, by ze way?" Valka looked up at him, green eyes shining brightly. "I'm a Halfling, part werewolf part mortal. Animals can sense zeir nations." France nodded, the whole situation sinking in. "*American Werewolf in London?" He questioned jokingly. "Nope, French werewolf in London, England. My mozher was from Paris, France and my fazher was a wizard in London, England."

Arthur glared at the teachers surrounding him for the tenth time. He was currently being held hostage in a hospital bed by a very stubborn Madam Poppy Pomfrey over a little bit of blood. … Okay, so it was a LOT of blood, but he was perfectly fine and didn't need a bunch of people babying him. He felt relieved when Francis showed up… okay, maybe he really WAS sick. "Merde, what happened?" He asked as he looked at Arthur. "I… look, I had another fit, but I'm honestly fine now! Francis, tell them that I'm fine!" He pleaded the taller man. Francis sighed and turned towards the others in the room. "Mon Angleterre is deazzly ill and will be requiring my constant attention seeing as how I have dealt wiz zis before." He then carried the properly enraged Englishman out of the room. The loud cries of "FRANCIS, YOU BLOODY GIT!" and "PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT, YOU PERVERT!" were ignored as he entered their dorm.

"Arthur, Angleterre, you need your rest. Rest, please? For me?" Francis batted his eyes as he laid Arthur down on the couch. He was met with a kick to the face and a grumbled "Fine." as a result. Francis smiled as he heard the painting swing open, little Valka stepping inside with a cup of tea. "Valka? What are you doing here?" Valka set the cup down in front of Arthur. "Drink up, Mr. England. Madam Pomfrey says it will make you feel better. Before you ask, Mr. France gave me ze password." She then went on to explain her origins and how she knew it was them, and so on and so forth. "Ah, the whole 'shy-to-a-fault' thing makes more sense now." England concluded. "Don't worry, Mr. England, I won't tell anyone your secrets." England raised an eyebrow. "Secrets? But, I only have one." "So you being gay isn't secret anymore? Congrats on your bravery and courage on coming out!" Arthur blushed dark red as Francis laughed so hard he fell off of his chair. "WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK I'M GAY!?" Arthur shouted as he stormed up the stairs to rest.

*I do not own the movie An American Werewolf in London

So ends chapter three. Some of you may wonder why there's a random half-werewolf-half-human thing now, but I thought the story could use an odd little sort of comic relief character since that little 'T rating' warning is going to be showing up WAAAY more often. And no, Valka Wolffe is NOT me and that is NOT my name. She's exactly what she is portrayed as: A fictional character in a book who just so happens to be part werewolf. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the third chapter!

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