A/N: I'm back! This was so nearly not updated today, because my dad's been making me revise nearly all day as my exams start tomorrow

Anyone see Eurovision? It was awesome. I couldn't stop laughing. Finland's was a marriage proposal to Sweden (Not literally but in my mind, it was called marry me) and Russia's was talking about becoming one (Actually in the song, go check it out).

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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter (I can't think of anything original or funny to say.)

Chapter 9 – back with the Gryffindors!

Denmark, Iceland, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Seychelles, Sealand and of course, England America and Germany were walking to Charms. Arthur was still depressed over the fact that he had to put up with this lot for a whole month, and it showed. He would snap at everyone who so much as accidentally bumped into him, or in the case of America, hugging him and calling him Iggy every second of the journey.

"For the queens sake Alfred I am not in the mood!"

"Not in the mood for what now?" America asked with a smirk.

"You can tell he is slightly related to Francis." Lukas put in.

"Shut up Lukas!" Arthur shouted.

"C'me h're." Sweden gestured for Finland and Sealand to come closer.

"But why?" Finland asked, confused.

"D'nt w'nt m' w'fe 'nd child t' g't h'rt." Sweden stated.

"I'm not your wife!"

By now, all the students of Hogwarts were thoroughly freaked out by the new transfers and their so called friends.

Professor Flitwick was waiting for them in the charms classroom. Surprisingly, they were one of the first there, apart from the golden trio and Lavender Brown (who looked like she wanted to snog Ron's face off).

"'Sup guys?" Alfred asked, sliding into a seat next to Harry.

"Not much, you?" Harry replied, getting a sense of déjà vu.

"USE THE QUEENS ENGLISH!" A British accented voice yelled from behind them.

"Iggy's in a pissy mood because the guys are staying for a month. I'd stay well away if I were you." Alfred whispered to the trio, who nodded.

"Hello to our esteemed guests!" Professor Flitwick piped up. "Who might you be?"

"Arthur Kirkland" England said, tired of having to repeat his name to every teacher.

"Lukas Bondevik." Norway told the miniature professor from next to Arthur.

"Matthias Køhler!"

"Why did that idiot have to sit next to me?" Lukas whispered to his fellow magic trio member.

"Emil Steilsson." Iceland had stuffed Mr Puffin in his pocket and was desperately trying to shut the bird up.

"Berwald Oxenstierna." Sweden said. It was one of the only things he could say without his accent mauling it.

"Tino Vainamoinen!" Finland piped up from next to Sweden.

"Peter Kirkland!"

"Are you somehow related to Arthur?" Hermione asked the Sealander.

"Unfortunately, that British jerk of jerks is my brother."

"Do you live with him?"

"No."

"Do you live with your parents?"

"Yes! I live with Berwald and Ti-"

"Okay that's enough Peter!" Tino clamped a hand over the micronation's mouth.

"Ludwig Bielschmidt."

"Michelle!" Seychelles chirped (not literally). She had decided to sit with Lavender and the two seemed to be getting along well.

"I hope you all enjoy your stay at Hogwarts!" Flitwick said. The rest of the class came into the classroom: slowly at first but then a large group ran in just before the lesson started.

"Right class, today we will be learning how to cast an engorgement charm! The incantation for that is engorgio! Repeat after me, engorgio!"

"Engorgio." The class chorused.

"Now, everyone grab an animal from the front and attempt to enlarge it. Once you've done that, come up to me and I'll shrink it back to normal!"

That's just what they all did.

Just like with Romania, it took just a flick of their wands for Norway and England to enlarge their animals. They were just about to go see Flitwick when Arthur turned to Alfred. The American's blue eyes widened at the sight before him.

"AHAHAHAHA! Iggy, your eyebrows!"

"What is wrong with my eyebrows?"

"They look… normal…" Norway told him, not quite believing his eyes.

"WHAT?!" England conjured a mirror. "BLOODY HELL!"

The class, attracted by the shouting, crowded round the Brit.

"What happened to those caterpillars on his face?"

"Maybe he was cursed and the curse wore off!"

"I WAS NOT CURSED! THOSE WERE MY REAL EYEBROWS!"

Everyone made a face.

"If I had eyebrows like that, I'd had changed them a long time ago." Ron said. Arthur frowned at him and stood up so they were level. Forest green stared into blue.

"Oh boy, you just insulted an already pissed off Englishman." The class moved back to their own seats and pretended to concentrate on enlarging their animal.

"You've had it now." Alfred told the ginger, who gulped.

"That's enough Mr Kirkland!" Flitwick cast a spell which turned Arthur's (and in effect Romania's) back to normal.

"I prefer you with large eyebrows. When they're small, your forehead is out of proportion."

"Alfred F Jones!"

"What? I just complimented you!"

"He's right you know." Matthias commented before taking a swig of beer.

"Mr Køhler, where did you get that alcoholic beverage from?" The charms professor asked.

"The Three Broomsticks. It's a good pub, even if it doesn't have any good ol' Danish beer."

"Give me that." Lukas said, levitating the beer out of the Dane's hands.

"Luuukaaass!" Matthias whined.

"There will be no drinking in class."

"But why?"

"Because I say so."

"That's not a valid reason."

"It is to me." The Nordic nation deadpanned.

Matthias came to a sudden realisation.

"Why are we fighting, Norge?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why are we fighting?"

"Because you were drinking beer in class."

"Why tear each other apart?"

"What are you doing Matthias?"

"Please tell me why, why do we make it so hard?"

"Matthias."

"Look at us now, we only got ourselves to blame."

"Matthias, what are you doing?"

"It's such a shame."

"Matthias, stop."

The Danish nation burst into song.

"How many times can we win and lose? How many times can we break the rules between us? Only teardrops. How many times do we have to fight? How many times till we get it right between us? Only teardrops."

"I get what he's doing after he does it." Lukas said, calmly walking over to the man, who was still singing his heart out. Before he knew what was happening, Matthias was being choked with his own tie.

"O-only teardrops." He managed to choke out.

"You finished?"

"J-ja."

"Good." Lukas released Matthias, leaving him gasping for air.

Suddenly, there was a bang and a flash of red light. When it faded, Ludwig had disappeared into thin air. All that remained were his school robes.

"Where did Ludwig go?" Arthur asked, even though no one here knew the answer.

"I'll go look in the corridor." Hermione said, running out the classroom.

"Everyone carry on! I'm sure Mr. Bielschmidt will be back in his own time." No sooner had Flitwick said that did Germany appear back in his seat. He checked his body for clothes, which thankfully were there. He sighed in relief.

"What happened?" Tino, ever the caring person, asked.

"Nothing."

"But you vanished!" Harry said.

"Yes I did, but nothing happened. I just appeared with Lovino in the Hufflepuff classroom." Ludwig shuddered at the memory. He could never meet a Hufflepuff again.

"Engorgio!" Sealand shouted. Nothing happened to the seagull in front of him. It just cleaned it's wings huffily. "Arthur, you jerk! I thought I was related to you! How come I can't do the stupid spell?"

"It's an advanced spell. You are only eleven." Arthur said, trying to stop Michelle from killing professor Flitwick (some of the animals to be enlarged were fish).

"I'm not eleven, I'm forty six-"

"For the purposes of the next month, you are eleven, got it?" Arthur hissed. "If you want to be a country, you have to protect your identity."

"I am a-"Peter stopped himself before he could say anything. "I mean, I get it Arthur!" The Sealander skipped off to Tino.

"That kid." Arthur smiled fondly. Sealand reminded him of America when he was young (except Sealand was more annoying).

Iceland sighed. Mr. Puffin had broken free and Professor Flitwick had noticed him. Now, Iceland was being forced to make his trusted friend larger. He didn't want to do that. Mr. Puffin had been his companion for many years, and if anything happened to him… Iceland didn't want to think about that. It would be many lonely days on a cold island with only geysers to keep him company. Norway visited occasionally but it just wasn't the same.

"Let's just get this over with." Emil muttered. "Engorgio."

The spell worked, that's for sure. What wasn't expected for Mr. Puffin to grow nearly as tall as Grawp and crush a desk.

"Cripes, this sucks." Iceland stated.

It was at that point that Hermione chose to re-enter, muttering about Asians being weird and spankings. She looked up, only to gasp at a giant puffin wreaking havoc.

"I'll save you! Because…" Alfred leapt up and ran over to Hermione. "I'M THE HERO!" He picked her up bridal style and ran over to a corner where the golden trio member was unceremoniously dumped. Alfred then tackled Mr. Puffin, exactly like an American football player would. The puffin crashed to the ground. The American picked him up and held him over his head, smiling.

"Reducio!" Flitwick yelled the incantation and Mr. Puffin returned to normal size. "Who did this?" He boomed, much louder than anyone had expected he was able to.

Emil sheepishly raised his hand.

"You did manage to enlarge the animal so there will be no punishment. Well done Mr. Steilsson."

"Thank you sir, I'll never do it again."

In the end, all the nations managed to enlarge their animal, as did Harry, Ron, Hermione and other members of the class. The running order went like so; Lukas and Arthur (they tied), Hermione, Ludwig, Berwald, Michelle, Tino, Emil, Peter, Alfred and Matthias (they tied too).

After a tiring lesson of mayhem, enlarged puffins and disappearing Germans, the nations and the golden trio made their way down to the great hall for a delicious dinner prepared by house elves. Alfred smiled and fist pumped. Today was a good first day.

A/N: I hope that was good enough for you. The song that Denmark was singing was his entry into the Eurovision song contest this year, and won them it.

Engorgio is a real spell; however Browchangeus from two chapters ago is not.

Thanks for reading! Please R&R!