A/N so far, I have a ton of reviewers and twice as many follows and faves! I FRIGGING LOVE YOU DUDES! Hi fives and cookies for you all! OwO anyone else excited for Halloween? (Halloween originated in Korea! Da-Ze!) someone informed me I haven't been using some characters... So I'm gonna try and change that.
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England perspective

England waited in Hogsmeade for that bloody frog to appear. He was frozen completely, but he didn't care. France was the only person he knew who could do something about Cornwall's current condition. England had bought Germany along as a bodyguard, just incase France tried to molest him.

Suddenly, there was a blue cartoonish poof and France appeared.
"Angleterre! Mon amour! Allemande, how nice to see you! How's your friend Italy?" France pulled the two other nations into a bear hug.
"France! Put me down, you bloody frog!" France obeyed England's wishes. "Now, where's my dia- journal?" England held out his hand.
"What do you mean? Mon Cher? I do not 'ave your precious diary!" France protested.

"It's in your pocket." Germany said. "Und don't say it's yours, as it clearly has 'One Direction heart England' on ze cover."
"Right, France you can leave now. Germany, lets go back to the castle."
"But I wanted to see Hogwarts!" France groaned.

"You can see it next year at the Tri-Wizard tournament!" Eng,and snapped. "Goodbye Francis."
"Ja, goodbye Francis." Germany murmured.
"Give Prussia this when you see him!" France handed Germany a box with holes in the top of it.

Italy perspective

Italy was worried. Lithuania was even quieter than usual, and kept apologising for everything. Italy hadn't really hung out with Lithuania before, so he was going to ask Poland if he had also noticed a change in Liet's behaviour.

"Ya, I've like, totally noticed a change in Liet! He doesn't hang out with me anymore! I think he's scared or someone in his unfabulous house told him to stay away from me." Poland replied. "Hey Look! Theres Liet now!" Poland waved to get Lithuania's attention.

Lithuania glanced at Poland, looked to his table and rushed to join the Ravenclaws.
"That was like, so rude!" Poland angrily marched over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Ve~ white flag! Whitteee flaaaagggg!" Italy squealed, before running over to the Hufflepuff table where his brother was sat. Romano was arguing with Spain, that was the only thing his frattello had done since Antonio arrived.

"You idiota! You can't just bring a turtle into this school! I do not need saving either! Why don't you just Leave Me Alone!?" Romano yelled.
"Lovi? Are you okay? I thought you just said to leave you alone! But you wouldn't want that would you? Would you!?" Antonio shook Romano.
"Get off me you jerk!" Romano tried to get out of Spain's holds, but couldn't.

The fab Poland's perspective

Poland angrily marched towards Liet's table, where he stood with hands on his hips behind Lithuania.
"You have a lot of explaining to do Liet!" He growled, fabulously.

"F-Feliks! W-what are y-you talking about?" Toris gulped.
"Don't play innocent with me! It's so like, totally not fab! You know you've been ignoring me! I thought we were friends? I thought without Ivan around, we could like, hang out more often! But no! You decide to, like, totally stop caring about me!" Poland took a breath. "I like, totally needed to get that out of my system... Hey look at that! There's a pic of Arthur and Alfred in that magazine!"

Poland snatched the black and white magazine off of some unfabulous Ravenclaw.
"Oh god, I didn't know they were dating! That's like, totally epic!" Poland cheered. "Wait... How come these countries here don't, like, come to meetings or stuff?"

"T-they're the U-united k-kingdom... They're represented b-by Arthur." Liet whispered. "A-and you were I-ill when Sc-Scotland hung out w-with us that o-one time..."

"Whatever. We're gonna tell, like, all the other nations about this!" Poland grabbed Lithuania's hand and dragged him towards the Griffindor table. There they spotted America... Not eating.

"AMERICA! Congrats about the stuff with Britain! We were all, like betting whether you our Francis was gonna get him! Liet betted on France! But I like, totally thought you would like, be more his type!" Poland grinned, "Alfred? You look, so like, unfab. You okay?"
"The British food has finally got to me... And what are you talking about? What about me and Iggy? YOU FOUND OUT?! Who TOLD YOU?! Jenna and Mattie were sworn to secrecy!" Alfred shouted. "Totally not heroic Matt!"

"We like, read it in this black and white mag! It says, Arthur Kirkland and boyfriend Alfred F. Jones!"
"We figured that could only be you. It's you in the picture too."

Draco perspective

Draco had waited until Gilbert left the room, and then began rummaging through his roommate's trunk. There was unwashed robes and... Soldier uniforms twice the size of Draco. When finally, he found the diary and picture.

The picture was of four people, all men and all aged twenty or so. The albino looked a lot like Gilbert, the blond with blue eyes was a replica of that Ludwig boy, the brunette looking like the Italian who followed Ludwig around, and the last blond looked like a Ravenclaw who hung around with Potter and his gang.

The last blond was holding a polar bear that Draco had seen running around the castle. The blond's face also had a heart around it and one word above his head: 'Canada'. Draco turned over the photo, on the back, inscribed with Gilbert's loopy handwriting was: 'Our double date with Luddy and Feli didn't go quite to plan... Did it? Kesesesese.'

There was a blast of air and Draco turned his head towards the door. Gilbert was standing in the doorway, his red eyes filled with rage, he was holding a brown box with holes in it.
"You! You broke into my stuff! I trusted you! But your just a betrayer like ze others!" Gilbert marched forward and snatched the picture off of Draco. "Don't worry Malfoy, us Beillschimdt's know exactly how to deal with traitors. Kesesesesesese."

Now Malfoy was hanging upside down from the roof of the Slytherin common room, dressed head to toe in pink, and Gilbert was laughing at him from the nice floor.
"Kesesesesese! It's at times like zese, zat I'm glad Feliks is a crossdresser." Gilbert sniggered to himself. "I think I should show you vhat is in zis box eh?" Gilbert opened the box that he hadn't let go of in over an hour.

Out flew a yellow canary. A fat, fluffy, yellow canary.
"Gilbird! It has been too long! Ja, vell next time I'll let Ivan take care of you! Francis isn't looking so bad now is 'e?" The canary sat on top of Gilbert's silver hair. "Zat, Gilbird. Oh zat is just some stupid boy who was curious... No vay! You 'ave Eyebrow's diary? Oh I LOVE FRANCIS AT TIMES! Not like zat Gilbird."

Gilbird dug into the box and brought out a tattered diary with 'England's copied diary' on the front page. Gilbert hurriedly flipped through the pages.
"Dear Prussia, ah mon ami! I had to give ze real version back to Angleterre, so I had zis vone copied out for you! Enjoy your reading! A lettle warning zough... Zere's a lot of gooey romantic stuff. Love, your friend, France." Gilbert flipped to another page. "HOLY HUNGARY'S FRYING PAN! Oh god... I have to read you zis, ahem: Dear diary,

Today, Alfred asked me out on a date. And not just a hanging out date, A REAL DATE! We went to a really posh restaurant and we had Moules en Frites! Who ever thought that french food could be so... Romantic! Anyway, after we had dinner, Alfred took me for a walk around Hyde Park and HE KISSED ME, FULL ON THE LIPS! It was so sudden! Oh, I feel like a teenage girl! Which is really easy to be, I live with Cornwall and Devon for hells sake! But, anyway, after that, Alfred took me back to my house and we watched titanic curled up in front of the telly! It was as if I was in heaven! I get butterflies in my stomach whenever I think about it! See you tomorrow diary! England xxx" Gilbert clutched his stomach and rolled on the floor laughing.

At that point, fortunately, someone walked in, unfortunately, it was the exchange student, Peter.
"Oh hey Prussia- HOLY USUK! What did you do to Malfoy?! That's hilarious! Haha! I seriously have to do that to N. Ireland next time he and Wales try to pull a Stupid prank on me! Is that my brother's famous diary?! Lemme read!" Peter snatched the diary off of Gilbert, and giggled uncontrollably.

Draco was confused, seriously confused... Why did Peter call Gilbert Prussia? What was USUK? Who were N. Ireland and Wales? What was so funny?! Draco really needed a good laugh... Maybe he could read the diary too?

Malfoy remembered he had a pocket knife in his trousers, which he was wearing underneath the adult sized pink clothing. He rummaged around for it, success! He had found the pocket knife! He hurriedly started cutting at the rope holding him up. Finally, he had cut through the rope, and landed with a thud on the floor.

"Mein gott! How did you escape ze awesome me's trap?! Sealand your unawesome voice put me off watching Malfoy! You really are evil! But you blew up England's kitchen so ve're good." Gilbert stroked the bird on his head.

With that, Draco ran out of the room, all the way to Snape's office.