SOOOOO sorry about how late this chapter is. Anyways, I'd like to thank the following people for reviewing:
Guest #1
Guest #2
AppleDumplings
Becky999
Also, I'd like to thank the people who have favorited this fan fiction and are following this fan fiction. Anyways, I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter.
Alby's P.O.V.
Alby was glad to see that he'd finally get to see where he was staying. To be specific, he was excited to see his bed. The Irish capital was dead exhausted and was already yawning. A sudden cold splash of water to the face shocked Alby. The now sopping wet boy looked around to see who the idiot that threw water at him was. Of course, it was Ben.
The blond boy stood next to him, trying to hide a bottle of water behind his back. Alby's grass green eye twitched as he glared at Ben. "What was that for?" He growled. Ben grinned at him oblivious to the fact that the Irish boy was fuming with anger. "Just thought you'd need something to wake ya' up a bit!" He replied in his thick Boston accent.
Jo, Aliz, Will, and Derek all face palmed at what Ben said. Sensing that something bad was going to happen, the other first year Gryffindors took a big step back. Alby screamed as he lunged for Ben. The American was taken by surprise and found himself on the ground getting strangled by a furious redhead. Ben clawed at Alby's hands, trying to get out of his iron grip. The boy managed to get out of Alby's grip and head-butted the Irish boy.
Alby stumbled back, holding his throbbing forehead. Alby narrowed his bright green eyes and threw a punch at Ben's face. Ben ducked the fist and attempted to punch Alby back when the red haired Prefect got in his way. Instead of hitting Alby, he almost hit the Prefect but luckily stopped himself.
"That is enough! If you don't stop now, I'll be forced to deduct house points!" The prefect warned. Alby gave Ben one last death glare before going off to find Carter and Stephen before they left with the Ravenclaws. Alby found Carter and Stephen leaving their table with the rest of the first years. The two boys were laughing loudly as Isaac glared at them, covered in… mashed potatoes?
"What're you guys laughing about?" Alby asked. Carter, Stephen, and Isaac looked over at Alby. "These two gits are laughing because they got me covered in food" Isaac replied. Alby soon joined his two friends in laughing. Isaac glared at the Irish boy. "It isn't funny!" he shouted.
"Quite the contrary, my dear brother! That was hilarious!" Stephen said in between laughs. Alby looked over at a few Slytherins who were snickering at them. "Are they laughing because of the potato thing too?" he asked. Carter shook his head still laughing like a madman. "Nah, they're laughing at us because we're idiots. But we're laughing at them because they just figured that out now!"
Alby gave them a confused look. "And how did you get into Ravenclaw?" Isaac sighed, "That's what I've been wondering this whole entire time." Alby would have continued to chat with his friends but Aliz dragged him back to all the first year Gryffindors.
The group of first years was lead to the Gryffindor tower by two Prefects, one obviously an older brother of Ron. The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase.
A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him. Percy whispered to the first years that a poltergeist named Peeves was throwing the sticks.
Percy raised his voice, "Peeves, show yourself" A rude sound like air being let out of a balloon answered Percy's demand. "Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross- legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks. "Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"
"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Percy. Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed.
They arrived at an oil painting of a Fat Lady, who was garbed in a pink silk dress. The painting came to life and looked at them. "Password?" she asked. Alby looked over at Ben, noticing that he's jumped practically a foot back. It was obvious he still hadn't gotten used to enchanted things like talking paintings. "Caput draconis" Percy answered. The painting swung open and the first years made their way up into the common room.
Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase they found their beds at last: nine four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up.
Alby saw Ben starting to get onto a bed and quickly jumped onto the same bed. Ben attempted to push the Irish boy off but failed. "Get off! I chose this bed first" Ben complained. Alby replied by kicking Ben off the bed. "Tough luck" he said smiling.
Ben glared at Alby and clenched his fists. "Ben, you can have this bed" Will said from across the room. Ben grumbled as he took the vacant bed next to Will. Alby didn't have much energy left to chat with Ben and the others and could already feel his eyes beginning to close. In a few minutes Alby found himself asleep.
Hurray! The chapter's finished. So, please review, favorite, or follow this story and you get a virtual cookie! Review please.
