Despite what had been said earlier as Austria thought he realised that they really should rescue France. Not because he liked the man (in fact he would much prefer that the man was kept as far away from him as possible) but after all Russia had said he was in a hospital hadn't he?

Now, most of Austria's recollections of his times in hospital, which were rather too many, had included tests and inspections. People in hospitals were trained to notice problems with people, differences to the norm. France was different to the norm. He was a Nation not a human. All they needed was someone to notice over-fast healing or something and they could all be in danger. Prussia hadn't helped earlier with his identity claims but as long as people didn't realise the benefits of being a Nation they might yet be alright. Yes, although Roderich had surprised even himself with his rather out of character outburst he really had been lucky to have done so. Especially as he had hit upon a reason that convinced the other two. Of course, he believed what he had said too. He wasn't just going to come out with nonsense, Ludwig had to have one sensible person in the family, having Prussia for a brother was bad enough. Roderich sighed and placed his fingers to the keys of the piano one of the ghosts had been nice enough to show him to.

"Potter?"

Roderich sighed in annoyance; was he never going to get to play uninterrupted.

"Edelstein, but yes?"

A slight oriental looking girl clad in bronze and blue robes, a Ravenclaw some part of his mind supplied, stood at the door.

"Professor Dumbledore sent me to get you. You have some sort of meeting with him you are missing."

Her accent sort of reminded him of China's but he had an uncomfortable feeling that the similarity only stretched to the amount he and say Prussia would sound similar if they spoke her language. Still, apparently he had a meeting with Dumbledore?

It was news to Roderich but maybe Harry had known something about it. It did worry him that he didn't know everything that Harry had and he seemed forget more every day since he had realised who he was. The girl he noticed was still staring at him.

"Alright, I'm coming"

He stood up and followed the girl out of the room and towards Dumbledore's office. Apparently she had been told to make sure he went there because she stuck by his side the whole way there. Once he arrived at the staircase he gave the password the headmaster had given last time, thankful that apparently it had not yet changed. Luckily the girl also didn't follow him up.

"Mr Edelstein then, I don't think you quite understand. The Wizarding World is at war. Harry is integral to our side. We cannot win this war without him. Really this upsets everything. If as I have reason to believe, you are indeed from another world then perhaps you might not feel part of our conflict but the point remains the same. If you can't bring him back then you'll have to take his place."

Austria's mind only focused on one phrase.

"At war?"

"Yes. That is how serious the situation is."

"Well, that will be a problem Headmaster as I am unable to fight wars."

"This is no time for conscientious objections, there are some things worth fighting for and this is one of them."

"I don't think you understand, I'm not allowed to fight wars. Austria's constitutionally neutral."

"Constitutionally neutral?"

"Yes, bad experiences with the Second World War. Actually and the First for that matter. It can be so easy to be swept up in a cause sometimes can't it?"

"But, surely you can just ignore that. After all you're only one person. I don't need Austria. I need you. Fight with us."

"I'm sorry Headmaster but due to my err, position my fighting in your Civil War would be an Act of War by Austria"

With that Roderich left the room. All he could do was hope the headmaster wouldn't realise the full implications of that sentence. Still what else could he do? He couldn't fight in wars, his constitution wouldn't let him. As he turned round the curve of the spiral stair he was cornered by the Ravenclaw girl who had brought him here.

"You idiot! Between you and former East Germany, they'll work out what we are! Idiots!"

"Miss...um"

"The Republic of China."

She wasn't China. Although thinking about it wasn't he the People's Republic of China technically now?

And didn't he have a little Sister who wasn't under his control who claimed that name?

"Urgh. Taiwan" The girl said in annoyance

That would be it.

"Miss Taiwan, I was given little time to plan how to explain away Prussia's words and I am neutral."

"Maybe I was unfair, but we will have problems"

"Yes, do you mind if I ask how you discovered who you are?"

"I simply, albeit with help, worked out what I remembered, then asked a muggleborn girl what the facts related to. They do very little on the way of history or geography here do they? The United Kingdom's educational system does not seem to be very good."

"With help?"

"Yes, one of Ravenclaw house helped me, don't worry though, I think we can trust her. Ravenclaws aren't affiliated the way some of the other houses are"

"This secret is starting to become rather widespread."

"I know! That is the problem I am trying to talk about. We will have to give some believable explanation."

"I think that we will have to claim to be part of our countries governments or our UN delegates or something. I do not think these wizards are exactly up to date on how the normal world functions. Not that this is the real world anyway."

Taiwan stared at him blankly

He sighed. "Would the Harry Potter books mean anything to you?"

The girl's eyes widened with realisation.

Justin Finch-Fetchley liked to think that by his sixth-year at Hogwarts he had finally got used to the Wizarding World. After being told at eleven that magic existed, he was sent to Hogwarts and sorted into Hufflepuff. Going to boarding school was not a surprise. That after all had always been the plan and he'd already boarded in his last year at prep. school in preparation. Even the house colours had been almost the same as his previous school. The magic had taken a little more getting used to but he'd never been amazing academically anyway and he'd soon made some friends. Of course in his second year he'd been petrified. Then there had been an escaped murderer the third year, the fourth year an elder student in his house had died in an international completion and some evil Dark Lord, who he had to agree with Malfoy's (rather odd) speech was some sort of Wizard Hitler, had been reborn/come back or something. Except of course this time it wasn't Jews the evil guy had the problem with. It was muggleborns. Justin was a muggleborn. Funny how poignant that WW2 project in year 6 felt now. Some days he thought he would have been much safer had he gone to Eton. Still, he was the type who preferred to know what he was facing and wouldn't give up his magic for the world. Yes, Justin Finch-Fetchley was quite sure he understood most of the intricacies of the Wizarding World just as well as his pureblood friend Ernie Macmillan. Nothing however had prepared him for the sight of said friend wearing a skirt.

"Ernie, are you wearing what I think you're wearing?"

"What? Oh, Like I'm wearing a skirt Justin, it's totally prettier than those trousers, I mean I have no issues with trousers per se but the school ones are totally grodie"

Ernie was indeed wearing a skirt over black tights with an apparently normal top half. Wait was he wearing heels?"

"Were did you even get hold of a skirt? And those shoes?"

"Hmm, these? Hannah was nice enough to like lend me the skirt and I totes transfigured the shoes myself, magic is for fashion!"

"Ok, let me try again, why are you dressed like that? And why are you talking like some horrendous American teenage girl, especially as you haven't even got the accent right, you sound more like my cleaner? Please tell me it's a bet"

"American? Puh-leeze I'm like nothing like that guy, he totally goes around in like hoodies and things. Besides I can totally wear what I want and if you disagree you don't have to be my friend. I'll like totally make Warsaw your capital instead. I'm going to go find Liet."

Well that explained nothing. Plus, Ernie while he had always seemed rather pompous to people who didn't know him but he'd always been kind to his friends. He'd never been this self-centred. And who exactly was "Liet"?

Prussia had a plan. An awesome plan. The Plan (with capital letters) had been brewing in his head since Hungary had informed them of what she knew. Whatever that sissy Austria said Prussia could strategize. Now, this plan was breath-taking in its simplicity. They went into the hospital on a visit. Nothing wrong with that. The next part of his part was the cleverest part and had taken more thought to come up with. So, yes it was easy to get in really but getting France out was the really awesome part.

Just as Prussia was about to finish writing down the plan in his journal he heard a rather familiar annoyed rather high-pitched voice (of course he needed to hear if people were coming near his room, he couldn't just have Lizzy or Specs walking in on him). Hoping that it really wasn't who he thought it was, he exited out the other side. Now any hope that it wasn't the person he was hoping it wasn't was significantly decreased in probability by number of valley-girl-english speaking Polish men in the world. Any hope let after this probability had been taken into account was probably scuppered by the fact Prussia could see the person rounding the corner was both blonde and wearing a skirt. Now Prussia was pretty sure that the probability that a blonde male valley-girl-english speaking Pole wearing a skirt was not Feliks Łukasiewicz, the Personification of Poland was tending towards zero. In fact the probability of this is in fact slightly higher although it does vary with your exact point in space-time and which universe you are in, fictional or otherwise, but Gilbert did not know this and so we shall forget it.

"Like, Gilbert! Is that you? Typical that if I got stuck in a place so comically unfashionable it would be with you" Poland called out.

Poland always tended to call Gilbert by his human name, whether it was due to some deliberately false camaraderie due to their entwined history designed to rile him up or to reinforce the fact that Gilbert unlike Mr Phoenix Poland was no longer a nation he was never sure.

"One, you should be honoured by my awesomeness, Two, we're not stuck I just haven't worked out a way out yet and Three it's not only me here, there's Lizzy and Specs too"

Poland cut him out mid-sentence "Hungary's here? That's totally awesome; I guess I can cope if I've got my BFF with me!"

Prussia decided to continue and did so with emphasis "And Russia and Belarus"

Poland visibly paled "I thought I was getting away from all that at least"

"I thought you got on better with Russia now?" Prussia queried, he personally didn't like the guy but Poland certainly did business with Russia. So did West for that matter.

"He's less crazy now and he like wants to be better I think. I can trust him a bit more even if I don't forgive him but I don't like him. Besides his sister is a total psycho."

"Now on that one that I can agree with you, kesesese." Prussia sighed "I guess I'd better introduce you to Lizzy and Specs" He had wanted to tell them his plan, now Poland's appearance would overshadow it.

"Like, cool, this guy I talked to earlier seemed to think we had lessons or something."

"Yeah, we do, I ditch some though. You won't be with us for all of them though" Poland was evidently a Hufflepuff from his tie, well that figured.

"That totally sucks"

They walked towards the Great Hall and breakfast while almost companionably, well civilly at least talking.

"So how come Hungary's your 'BFF'" He made air quote marks "I thought you were all buddy-buddy with Lithuania?"

"As if! Like, don't mention that guy to me. He's sooo grodie. I'm totally not speaking to him."

"Had an argument?"

"Duh!"

"Over what?" Now this was interesting what had broken up the former commonwealth this time (Prussia was totally not a gossiper).

"He like, dosen't understand proper spelling and the alphabet, I mean some of his letters, ew, gag me with a spoon"

"The Alphabet"

"What?"

"You've fallen out over the alphabet."

"Totally. It's like really important."

Prussia shook his head he never would and did not what to understand exactly how Poland's brain worked. He was pretty sure that if he ever did he would go mad from the revelation. Luckily they had just reached the great hall by this point and he could see Specs and Lizzy…and some random dark haired girl.