Hey, guys! Wow, looking on that graph, there are so many people visiting from other countries- honestly, it's really amazing, personally, that so many people, from so many countries, are interested in my writing… it made me very happy. Now, I plan to update on Tuesday and again on Friday, then pick back up on the schedule I've had for this previous week. Why? Because I've final exams, and those require studying, but after that is summer, and if I manage to pass math, a lot of time to write. (Promise, people, I'm trying real hard to pass.) On a different note, thanks to all reviewers! The support is overwhelming. Also, to Kuroshiro Spade: There will be some mentions of other capitals, but I don't have any plans currently to include them in the direct plot. However, that may change in the future! Onwards!Well, the first part of this is filler but I wanted to show some of the relationships between Alexei and the countries close to him. The second part is some minor Dumbledore bashing, done by a certain gentleman of a nation, and some essential plot. Hope you all like this! I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter, just mucking around a bit!

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/The day after Alexei's 10th birthday\\\\\\\\

Alexei was up early, pulling on his clothes and sliding his jacket on. Yesterday had been amazing, of course, but today he had something even more incredible to look forwards to. His first World Meeting, in which he would see all of the nations he had made friends with for the first time since he had become a capital. Even though Russia had warned him it would be chaotic at times, yet boring at others, he loved the sound of it. It sounded incredible, all of the nations with representations in one room, and while they may squabble, to him it sounded like something to treasure. He had noticed that even though his Papa and his aunts had spoken rather harshly of it, they had had happy looks in their eyes.

He rushed downstairs to meet them, racing to the kitchen where he knew they would be enjoying breakfast. They looked up and greeted him before returning to their meals, smiling a bit at his excitement. He grabbed some oatmeal that had been put out for him, and sat next to Ukraine, who ruffled his hair playfully. It, as always, had been put up in his customary style, the same as when Belarus had put it up the first time. He patted it back down, having a bit of a flashback to when his hair had been more wild, and scarfed down the oatmeal. Alexei finished at around the same time as the others, and sprang up to join them as they got on their shoes.

They went outside, enjoying the warm air that came so rarely. They prepared to nation hop, and Alexei held on to Russia. He could nation hop, but it took less out of Russia to just take him alongside. It was a surprisingly pleasant feeling, nation hopping, and safe. They landed in London, which, coincidentally, had been the meeting spot this time around.

Alexei wasn't worried about running into the Dursleys. He knew it could happen, but he didn't care so much about them anymore, and he doubted they would recognize him. He had gotten a bit taller, and more muscular, banishing that horrible thinness they had left him while keeping a graceful form. His hair had stayed the same colour, and his eyes had a curious purple glint to them, enough so people had to take a second look to make sure they were green. And third. And so on. He trotted confidently after Russia, no longer stumbling, and looked around eagerly. It was interesting, being in a different country, where he didn't feel a connection to the people roaming on the streets. It wasn't a bad feeling, just different. After all, he could still feel his people back in Moscow, and the magic ones dotted around the country.

They went inside a tall, old looking building that he could tell was the national embassy. The nations held all their meetings in buildings like these, where it was easy to pass off their gatherings as meetings of diplomats, and they had soundproofed rooms. Although, all the people inside knew what- and who- they were.

They went down the hallways, passing fancy rooms and décor, to a wide and large room with a circular table with many seats. There was a projector and a place for it to project in front of the oval, and Alexei knew they had come to the right place. There were many people already there, and they had all turned to face the newcomers. Alexei was suddenly hit with nerves. Although he had met and gotten along with many of the people here already, he was worried they would… judge him? He wasn't sure, but he hid behind his Papa instinctively. They had looked curious, from the glance he had gotten at them, and soon they began to speak up.

America was first, as usual. "Hey Russia dude, where's the kid? We've all been excited to see the lil' guy! Did he really become your Moscow?" Russia smiled at him, though not darkly, as he really had gotten calmer and more understanding over the years.

"America, he is behind me. I think you've all made him nervous staring, da? And yes, he is Moscow now. He looks bit different."

Alexei peeked back out hesitantly from behind Russia's frame, eyes hesitant. There were numerous little gasps at his cuteness and the change they could see. He was still scared to come out from behind Russia, until someone approached him.

It was, surprisingly, Prussia. The former nation had been great friends with Alexei, and hadn't been able to come over to see him recently as he had work to do. He crouched down next to Alexei, eyes wide as he marveled at the child's changes in features. He soon grinned, though, and patted Alexei on the head.

"Hey, little birdy, how are you doing?"

Alexei couldn't stop himself at the name, and burst out in a shy grin. Prussia laughed at this, somewhat relieved, and slowly tugged him out from behind Russia. He let himself be pulled away, following Prussia still nervously.

"Look at this guy! He got so cute! Look, Bruder! He's almost as awesome as me!" The nations all murmured in appreciation, most breaking out in grins as they saw their little friend.

Germany got up and approached slowly, making sure to smile, at least a little. Alexei perked up, feeling more comfortable seeing the small grin on the blue-eyed man's face.

Germany, crouching down as well, joined his brother in trying to reassure Alexei. "Hallo, Alexei. Have you been doing vell?"

Alexei nodded, far more comfortable now that the two germanics slightly blocked the other nation's view. Germany had been a faithful friend, and Alexei knew he could trust him as well as Prussia. "Are you looking forvards to the meeting? If you vish, you can sit next to big bruder und I."

Alexei glanced to Russia for permission, and when his Papa nodded, he turned around to face the two and nodded as well. They calmly escorted him to their seats and dragged up another in between them. This gave him a new view on all of the nations looking curiously at him, and he felt far more confident up at their eye level than below. He grinned at them happily and they smiled back, reassured. Some of his friends waved, and he waved back. On the other side of Prussia, a chair was rolled back and Canada sat in it. As the meeting began, Alexei gave him a quick hello, as did Prussia. The two weren't affected by the northern country's invisibility, and he was glad for it, merrily saying hi back.

The meeting continued, and Alexei made small notes on things. Surprisingly, the meeting only got out of hand a few times, and was quickly restored to order soon after every outbreak. The calmness was mainly inspired by the presence of the little boy, although none of them would admit to it. Alexei was enjoying himself, and was opening back up to the crowd of people, especially the Germanic brothers, Canada, Latvia, and Lithuania. After the meeting, Alexei picked up his notebook and pencil and, waving goodbye to the nations, scrambled after his Papa and aunts.

They turned to him, grinning, and he grinned back. Russia asked, "Did you enjoy the meeting, Alexei?"

Alexei beamed. "It was so much fun! It's too bad I can only go once a year. But everyone was really nice, and Ludwig, Gilbert, Matthew and Toris all were great."

Russia nodded. "I shall have to thank them for being so welcoming…" he mused, absently leading them outside. Once outside, they left to a secluded area and nation hopped back home. Alexei led the way inside, and they met over notes from the meeting for the rest of the day.

/ On Alexei's 11th Birthday\\\\\\\\\\\\

Alexei was having a fantastic birthday. He had invited his closer nation friends and they had come happily- Germany, Prussia, Canada, Lithuania, Latvia, and America. They had already celebrated and eaten cake, opened presents, and sang the songs, and were now relaxing outside in the warm summer air outside on the porch.

Alexei and the other nations, however, were excited for one more event. He and Russia had told the others about the magic business, and surprisingly had gotten help from Prussia and Lithuania for convincing them.

So now they sat on the porch, awaiting England's arrival with the promised letter that would allow him to go to Hogwarts. There was another interesting thing, however, that was happening while they waited. The nations were a bit worried about letting him go back without protection. For one thing, he was sort of cherished by the nations, and they hated the idea that he could get in trouble as the prophecy said. Even though he was immortal, he was still a child, and they felt the need to help him. So they had begun to debate an unforeseen topic.

They were arguing over who would be de-aged and sent to Hogwarts along with him. They had England on the phone as well, for he had agreed to the plan and was waiting to hear who would go so he could acquire letters for them as well.

Lithuania had immediately signed up, and since there was no good reason for him not to, as he could handle his paperwork easily at the school, there was no argument.

Latvia soon followed him into agreeing, and everyone silently thought that perhaps the experience would help the timid nation. Now they were deciding on the third nation, as everyone agreed that any more would be just too suspicious. Canada was an option, but everyone knew him and America couldn't leave each other for long, so that was out. America couldn't go because of that and his government needed him for a while, which everyone could respect. Prussia was out, too, because he had already learned magic and would stand out too much, especially being an albino.

This left Germany, who really was a perfect decision to bring along. Prussia could take care of his work, and he was strong, on task, and dependable. So Germany, Lithuania, and Latvia all signed up to be de-aged and got to Hogwarts with Alexei. England, on the call, heard the decision and hung up so he could go ask for their letters.

/England POV, same time/

England paced in front of a rather homely looking house. The place was old yet neat and detailed, and he felt it reflected the wizard living inside. Albus Dumbledore. He felt annoyed, suddenly, that part of his ritual for summoning demons and misfortune- or Russia- was this man's name. The old idiot was manipulative and cunning, to say the least. He had been so angry after he found out what Dumbledore had done to Alexei that he hadn't spoken to the man for a long time. Now he broke the silence, but only to ask a favor. A very, very, interesting one.

He swallowed. Oh god, he had to ask him to supply four unknown, foreign students letters to go to Hogwarts without references besides his own. On top of that, they wouldn't have any history- the government made sure of that- so neither Dumbledore nor the Ministry could investigate them. Both a blessing and a curse, as while any curious officials shouldn't find out anything about their conditions, there was also nothing to show them that they were who they said they were. So, he went straight to Dumbledore to plead, knowing the man's curious nature would be his best bet.

He finally strode up to the door, knocking firmly on a rather sturdy red door. He heard slow footsteps from inside, and watched nervously as a wizened hand opened the door to reveal a wrinkled face. Albus Dumbledore blinked slowly at him, keen eyes examining him. A slow smile stretched across the man's face, and he opened the door further to allow England in.

As he led England in, he began to talk. "Hello, Arthur. I presume this is a meeting about the request you sent earlier? It's very nice to see a young face in my old age, especially one that never seems to grow older itself. I must say, you left me in quite a bind, informing me that you would come so soon after the letter. Luckily, I already had some tea on the kettle. May I ask why you're in such a rush?"

As he finished speaking, he parked England in a comfortable leathery armchair and sat across from him in an identical one. He waved his wand and steaming tea came floating in, resting on the small tea table between them.

England swallowed and nodded. It was such a typical move for the old man to be so blunt in such a diplomatic way. If he hadn't been alive for so long he might have answered unwittingly- but he had centuries of experience in these situations, and wasn't about to mess up so easily.

"Well, I have acquaintances, very trustworthy, of course, and they have magical children of age that they wished me to find a good school for. I immediately thought of Hogwarts, being my own alma mater, and decided I should go to its headmaster for assistance."

Dumbledore frowned slightly. England was glad he hadn't laid on the flattery too thick, as he knew Dumbledore wasn't the type to go for that. "But, Arthur, why haven't you just gone to the ministry or let your friends sign up the children and send them themselves? It's nice that you thought I was worthy of your time, but wouldn't the Minister be better for your needs?"

England nearly sighed with relief. Dumbledore was asking questions that he had prepared for, and not those horrendously complicated turns of mind the man had. "Ah, you see, they're foreigners, and muggles at that. I recognized the signs of magic in their children when I visited their homes recently, and promised them that I would help. They took to the idea very well, and I know them well enough not to tell, especially when their children are involved. They're good men and women, who've helped me on many occasions."

Dumbledore took a minute, sipping his cooled tea. England could tell he was thinking, but could also see the interest in his eyes. The fish was closing its mouth around the bait- and the hook. Now he just had to cast out something that could ruin him or save him. Either way, it would help him in the long run.

England spoke again, hoping all would go smoothly. "Oh, in case it would be necessary to know for the letters, should you write them, the children are all orphans. Incidentally, that's how I met the parents. I was volunteering at the adoption center, and they all came in as friends already. Of course, that was quite some time ago. I believe the place has been torn down…"

Dumbledore looked at him, and England saw some suspicion, but not enough to believe he had messed things up. Dumbledore sat back and took another drink of his tea. England waited patiently. It wasn't like he could do anything else, and Dumbledore knew that. Finally, the old man set down his cup with a clink and looked back up at him, the familiar smile creeping across his aged face.

"Arthur, you've given me no reason to mistrust you, just be curious about you. Anybody who has your word, has mine as well. I must say, Arthur, you know how to make an old man's life interesting."

England exhaled his relief in a tiny breath of air. Dumbledore ignored it, most likely finding it to be warranted. The man waved his wand at some parchment and envelopes nearby, and they wrote out the special script that only the magic could write, allowing the students access to the school. Dumbledore himself couldn't see what the magic was writing, and this was a show of trust England knew he would have to repay in kind or more- but it was fine, for now. He knew the names would appear on the scroll to be called out at the opening ceremony, and that would have caused problems if not for the fact that that was the first time anybody would look at it.

He drained his cup with finesse, and slowly stood up, then nodded to Dumbledore and made his way out of the house unguided, another show of trust on Dumbledore's part. He knew that he would face some scrutiny later, after it was discovered who Alexei was- for he knew what name would appear on the scroll, and it wasn't the one that would make things easy- but the scar on Alexei's head had both faded slightly, as it had become a much thinner line, and it was covered by his hair. That and his looks, which had changed so much, could excuse him from 'not realizing'.

It was odd, he mused, before Alexei's awakening as Moscow the scar always had an unnerving, dark aura to it. He had always thought perhaps it was because of the Dark curse that had made it, but the feeling had gone away when Alexei became Moscow, and he felt no more signs of any Dark magics around the boy. (Anybody who's read the seventh book knows exactly what this means).

He held the letters in his hand, checking the names that had automatically written without Dumbledore knowing, and winced a tiny bit at Alexei's. Alexei Braginsky/ Harry Potter. Oh, that scroll would cause so much confusion.

He found a nice place to nation hop, away from prying eyes of any sort, and appeared on the porch of Russia's summer home. The group jumped as he suddenly appeared then relaxed, watching him excitedly. He felt himself relax as he saw the anticipating smiles on their faces and Alexei's especially, beaming at him in glee. He walked forward and handed out the letters to their proper recipients, saving Alexei's for last.

Okay, then, write you all again next week!