Hey everyone, how're y'all doing? Good? I hope so; SG-chan is currently about to enter the hell known as tech week, which is basically rehearsals all freaking day long x( Well, it'll be worth it in the end. Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this chapter (personally I think the next one is the best ^.~) and the punk!Iggy goodness.

Anon review replies:

ATC: Yes, Pirate!Iggy is, like, the ultimate seme of all time, closely followed by Punk!Iggy, who is quite possibly sexier than the pirate sometimes. And yes, Greece's army of cats *snickers* It's the Greek Army! Ack! xD Yeah, I love writing England doing magic, cause that's where most magic/mythology is from, what with Merlin and everything. As for McGonagall not commenting, her brain's just a bit broke at the moment, plus not only does she have a temper (being Head of Gryffindor) but she had to deal with the Weasley twins, who I imagine were probably not only troublemakers but perverts as well (maybe not as perverted as France, but then again, who is?). Glad you liked the Hetalia bits; again, I tried to balance things out between the two fandoms in this chapter ^^; Ugh, it's wet here too now; dreadfully annoying not to mention cold x(

anonymous: I know, Punk!Iggy is totally hot! *drools* I believe I'm either becoming or have become an Anglophile because of our dear Arthur x3 And of course Arthur loves Florida ;3

Language key (with a new totally unexpected language too 8D!):

Ancient English (Iggy's spells, etc.): "{insert text}"

French: "insert text"

Greek: "\insert text\"

Parseltongue: "*insert text*"

Gaelic: "^insert text^"

"He attacked him with a what?" Blaise cackled. "Oh man, I wish I'd been there! Sounds like Kirkland's a real riot once you get past the stuffiness."

"Speaking of, why aren't you in the class?" Draco wondered as he slicked his hair back once again. "You keep going on about how your mother keeps an iron grip on you in regards to your studies, so why aren't you in the NEWT history class?"

"You'd think so, wouldn't you" Blaise wondered. "She doesn't like the History curriculum though, and both her and Signore Vargas agree that it's too outdated and doesn't cover enough, so I have a home tutor for that."

"Ugh, I wish you were in our class," Draco grumbled as he pointed his wand towards his teeth. A short spell later and his incisors were much sharper. "There's only one Gryffindor - Granger of course, but the other half of the class is Ravenclaws, with a couple of Hufflepufffs. It's so dreadfully boring - apart from Kirkland's occasional lapses of sanity." The blond turned away from the mirror. "How do I look?" he asked, flinging his cape back as he flashed his fangs.

Blaise gave him a thumbs up.

"He dented the floor?" Harry's eyes bugged out behind his glasses. Behind him Ron's expression mirrored his own.

"He's got some muscle on those scrawny limbs after all," the redhead shook his head. "Mione, could you help me wrap these bandages?"

"Honestly Ron," Hermione huffed as she took the bandages for his mummy costume and began winding one around his bicep. "Have you been working out?" she wondered as she squeezed his arm slightly.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I owled Oliver for tips on being Keeper so he sent me a bunch of stuff," Ron explained.

"If only you took your studies as seriously," the brunette sighed as she tied the bandage off near his wrist.

"Here, I'll take over," Harry offered, seeing how close his friends were getting. While he was all for ending their UST, he wanted them to wait until after hols so he could win his and Ginny's bet - he didn't want to have to become her personal servant or have to perform some other kind of evil task.

"What are you Harry?" Ron asked. "A ghost?"

"Not just any ghost," Harry shook his head from under the sheet he wore. "I got a rock," he quoted.

"It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" the girl exclaimed. "That's very original of you Harry. Well, the idea, not so much the costume."

"It was actually Luna's idea," Harry admitted. "She's going to be Lucy, a choul or a witch, whichever she was."

"Are you two going together?" Ron asked, slightly incredulous.

"What? No, she just came up with the costume idea," Harry protested.

"Whatever you say," Hermione chuckled. She tossed her hair back. "I like being Medusa myself."

"Tch, bunch of pansies," England grumbled to himself as he cleaned his left ear with a finger. "I didn't even break any bones."

"Though you tried your best," France muttered, glaring at England across from Greece, who stood between the two. "I do believe I have a couple of grey hairs now."

"You've never greyed through everything you've been through, why would you start now?" the Englishman scoffed.

"Madame Guillotine was never forgiving in the past, why would she be now?" Francis mumbled. "Such beauty, lost forever."

"You two are... so gloomy," Heracles groaned. "I'm going to... go see if I can get... ahold of Kiku; maybe I can convince him... to have Floosex." The Grecian hastily retreated from the two's presence.

"My God," Arthur breathed. "I believe..."

"...he is the more perverted of us," Francis nodded in agreement. "I mean, Floo?" He shuddered slightly. "That is burns in uncomfortable places just waiting to happen. Though I too should be taking my leave."

"So soon?" Arthur perked up.

"I know you are heartbroken by my departure, but stay strong mon cher!"Francis gripped Arthur by the shoulders. "Every day that passes by without the sight of your emerald eyes drives me only further into melancholy!"

"N-now see here Francis," England stuttered, a fine blush dusting his cheeks. Mortal enemy or no, having compliments like that heaped on him was not something easily brushed off.

"I shall wait for you, my bed empty and my window open with the moonlight to be our only companion." Francis's voice was nothing more than a whisper now as he pulled the other slowly, but surely, closer to him. "And we shall spend the night making passionate love upon a fine bed of roses-"

"Don't you dare insult my national flower in such a way!"

England's fist connected with France's face, followed by a powerful kick to the abdomen that sent the Frenchman flying.

"I think this would be my cue to leave," Francis gasped, and a blue glow burst shortly from him as he gathered his magic as quickly as he could to nation-step out of sight, no doubt back in his main home in his own country.

"Next meeting," England growled, an eerie green aura emanating around him. "I'm going to fucking flay that foul-faced frog!" And with that alliteration that would have made Shakespeare proud, England stomped off to his quarters, now more intent than ever to just let himself go tonight.

The Hogwarts Halloween Ball was now in full swing and though many people had decided not to wear a costume, those who did ranged from the simple (ghosts like Harry (though none were actually Charlie Brown related)) to the elaborate (a Hufflepuff third-year who was dressed as Darth Vader with several of his housemates as 'Stormtroopers').

Arthur chuckled as he watched 'Darth Vader' sweep by with his entourage in tow. "That idiot would probably approve of that."

"Who would approve of what li'l Arty?"

The familiar brogue made Arthur whirl around in surprise. "Will!" he exclaimed at seeing his eldest brother.

"Hey there ^bràthair^," the redhead chuckled, engulfing Arthur in a bear hug. "Like your outfit, but don'tcha ye think ye're showing a bit too much skin round the young'uns?"

"Oh come off it; you've worn far worse, and while with the frog no less," Arthur scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Ah, but Frenchie makes it enjoyable," Will leered.

"Speaking of, what's this I'm hearing about Kama Sutra illustrations in the margins of some of our torture books?"

"Oh, that one." Will giggled pervertedly as a little drool dripped from his mouth. "Me and Frenchie had a lot of fun with that one..."

"Ugh, how you can willingly spend time with him without strangling him and even more, finding his company enjoyable... it boggles the mind." Arthur shook his head.

"Oh? Like you an' Alfie haven't had your fair share of lover's spats," Will teased, elbowing the younger.

"I-I-I'm not interested in him like that!" Arthur spluttered, his face bright red.

"Careful now Arty, or people'll think ye tolerate 'im."

"Why you fucking-! I'll throttle-"

"Ahem!"

The brothers turned to see the forbidding figure of Minerva McGonagall. Admittedly, the fact she was dressed like a five-year-old ballerina took away from some of the ferocity she was projecting, but not much. "And just what are you trying to do to Mr. Wallace, Kirkland?"

Arthur wasn't sure whether the disdain in her voice was more from what she'd caught him attempting to do, or from the fact he had five piercings in his ears alone, which, when combined with his skin-tight leather pants and Sex Pistols sleeveless shirt, made him the poster boy image for 'rebel'. The shock of green in his hair probably didn't help either.

"Oh, so you're 'Mr. Wallace' now?"Arthur narrowed his eyes at Will's smirk. "And just so you know, I was straightening his tie." The blond moved his hands so they were at the base of his throat.

"I'm not wearin' a tie ^beagan bràthair^," Scotland chuckled nastily.

"I could make you one with a lovely noose design," Arthur offered cheerily. "Go well with the blood red necklace I gave you." He stroked a finger along the middle of the length of Scotland's throat, where his axe had met so long ago...

"Nah, Frenchie gave me a brooch that's much prettier, right here." His smirk was still strong as he circled a spot just below his left clavicle.

England frowned and shoved his hands into his back pockets. "Pervert," he accused.

"Like you're any less of one," Will cackled, slinging an arm around Arthur's neck.

McGonagall frowned even harder. "Mr. Wallace?" she asked. "How do you know Professor Kirkland?"

"He's my l'il brother," Scotland cooed, pulling him closer and into a headlock.

"Get off of me!" England protested, pushing at Scotland's arm. "And only half!"

"Aww, ^beagan bràthair^, you're so mean! At least I don't hate you like our dear sister, hmm?"

"She hates you too you know," England grumbled as he wedged an arm between his neck and Will's arm.

"Minerva, why are you standing around?" Flitwick wasn't dressed in a costume, but seemed to be getting into the swing of the party nonetheless. "Stop picking on Arthur!"

"Oh no, she's free te pick on him as much as she likes," Will interjected. "Otherwise he starts to get a head the size of the British Empire, and we all know how that one ends."

"With you in traction if you don't shut up!" Arthur retorted.

Minerva sighed heavily as she resigned herself to even more of the madness the History professor seemed to bring with him. "Filius, this is William Wallace; his family has been financial supporters of the school for generations now."

"Back in the beginning if I recall correctly," Scotland mused as he stroked an imaginary beard. "Li'l Arty here's part o' that too."

"Not of my own free will, I assure you," the blond muttered. "If I could choose my own family-"

"C'mon, lighten up!" Scotland slapped him on the back while cackling. "It's Samhain ye little pagan, ye should be celebratin'!"

"Oh shut it!" England snapped. "Why the hell d'ye think I'm wearing this outfit in the first place?"

"A subconscious hope that Alfie'll show up and, overcome by your immense sexiness, end up jumpin' ya?" Scotland's laughter rang out as he dodged his brother's attempts to strangle him again.

"Uncle Will!" Peter had showed up and now had jumped on Scotland's back, his arms and legs wrapped around his torso. "I thought you were too lazy to come!"

"Get offa me ye little octopus, and I'll tell ya."Peter detached himself and landed on the floor before looking up at his, technically, older brother figure. "C'mon, ye didn't think I could let this time a year go by without bothering our stuffy brother, now could I?" Scotland fixed a stern look on the micronation. "I hope ye've been making life hell for him."

"Mr. Wallace!"

Minerva's indignant cry was accompanied by Arthur's reassurance of: "Oh, he's been making it hell for me all right. Not now Minty!"

"Are ye talking to yer imaginary friends again?" Scotland scoffed.

"Just because you're too thick to see faeries doesn't mean they don't exist!" England bristled in defense of his small friends.

"Sure," Will drawled with a wink to Peter. "An' just who are ye supposed to be, hmm?"

"I'm a ghost pirate!" Peter exclaimed with a grin. "I owled Papa for ideas on a costume and he sent me this!" The boy struck a pose with his (hopefully fake) cutlass as Will snickered and Arthur sighed wearily.

"Please tell me the torture will be over soon," the Englishman muttered.

"Just as soon as ye catch me up with Nick!" A large hand clapped over Arthur's shoulder. "I haven't talked with him in a while, plus I brought some of those mystery books he likes." Arthur gave another groan as he was dragged away to be tortured by the ghost of the Scotsman's best friend.

"Stay with the party Minerva," Filius chided with a hand laid on the woman's arm. "You don't need to be watching him every second; though I'll admit, that would be amusing to watch." He smiled at her glare. "Just enjoy yourself," the small man reminded before dragging her off onto the dance floor.

Peter shrugged as he found himself alone. "The Great Sea-kun will now go indulge himself in the buffet table!" he announced to himself before going off to do just that.

He stopped when he ran into someone. "Sorry," Peter apologized as he manuveured around the person clad in a sheet with eye holes.

"No problem," the person under the sheet reassured him. "It's kind of my fault anyway; I probably should have made my eye holes bigger."

"It's all right Harry; we didn't have very good scissors anyway," the girl next to the ghost assured, her tone soothing though her face couldn't be seen as she was wearing a ghoul mask.

"So are you two together?" Peter asked curiously, as any dirt on Harry Potter of all people was sure to be interesting.

"Me and Luna?" The surprise in the boy's voice was obvious. "No, we're just friends. She came up with our costume ideas."

"Well well, if it isn't Scarhead," a familiar voice drawled. "Too afraid to show your face Potter?"

"Bugger off Malfoy," Harry snarled. "It's a party; can't you be civil for just one night out of the year?"

"Hey, you're Kirkland's little brother, right?" Blaise had abandoned his friend in favor of questioning Peter. "What's he like under all that stuffiness? I hear he's quite an interesting character if the stories about him going after that - was he French Dray?" Blaise asked, effectively interrupting Harry and Draco's (not so) witty banter.

"He was French Blaise, now shut up, I'm trying to quarrel with Potter," the blond scowled.

"Oh, so that's why I thought I heard Francis screaming earlier," Peter mused. "I was wondering about that."

"You would be hanging out with Potter, wouldn't you?" Draco sniffed disdainfully in Luna's direction.

The girl tilted her head slightly. "Of course I would; I support all those who prove to be my friends," she informed him in a lightly stern tone.

"Come on Blaise," the Malfoy heir ordered after a tense moment.

"Aww, Drakey-poo, I wanted to converse with the teacher's spawn first!" Blaise pouted.

"Hey, I'm totally much better than That Jerk!" Peter protested as he scowled fiercely at Blaise. "And no one calls me a spawn but Uncle Matthias, and then only if Uncle Lukas doesn't catch him and ground him to the couch!"

"Er, okaaay," Blaise conceded after a moment. "Whatever you say kid."

"Blaise."

"Dio, don't get your panties in a twist Dray!"

"I don't wear such things!"

"It's an expression. Dio mio..." The two Slytherins faded into the crowd.

"Well, I have to go plan another attack on That Jerk. Bye Harry, bye Harry's not-girlfriend!" Peter waved before skipping away.

"Geez, first years," Harry shook his head. "Right Luna?"

"Hmm, y-yes," the girl stuttered slightly, glad she was wearing a mask since then Harry couldn't see her blush.

Random language tics:

bràthair: Gaelic for brother (used Google translate for this, so feel free to correct me)

beagan bràthair: Little brother (again, used G.T. for this ^^;)

Dio: Italian for 'God'

Dio mio: 'My God' (Italian again)

Okay, if anyone's wondering "When the hell did Scotland get there?", believe me, you're not the only one. What happened was literally this:

SG-chan: *writing this chapter during math class when teacher's going over problems other kids had issues with* Hmm, I think I'll reread to see if I made any glaring mistakes. *rereads, suddenly stops* When the hell did Scotland get there?

So yeah, that's pretty much what happened ^^; Just a note, the image SG-chan has in her head of Scotland is the most seen fanon pics of him on Pixiv. He looks so hot... And if you don't get what the whole 'William Wallace' thing is, well then you need to go read your Scottish history. It's a good thing my grandmother (the British one) doesn't read my fics, cause despite being distantly descended from him, she still absolutely hates the Scottish -_-;; And the Irish too, which is funny cause my mom's Irish xD

Also, SG-chan promised she'd tell you guys the Naruto reference a couple chapters ago, but then she forgot, but reminders that she's given herself (writing on her hand) have paid off and now she is remembering. The reference is really pretty small, but if you didn't already know, England and Sasuke have the same voice actor in Japanese (but he sounds so much hotter as Iggy ;3). Now, Sasuke is constantly referring to his older brother Itachi as 'That Man'. Thus, I have Peter constantly referring to Arthur as 'That Jerk'. Like I said earlier, nobody got it, and it's really quite small, but it's the little things that count, ya know? x3

Anywho, I hope everyone's had a good week - don't forget to be careful when going outside (fucking ice; I've slipped twice in the past three days) and remember to keep your stick on the ice (Red Green reference FTW! XDXDXD) and to give SG-chan reviews ^^