With a little hard work, Lucius was able to gather the important information of the supposed meeting that Alfred was going to. Apparently it was being held in America, in New York.

So now the Death eater was on a plane himself. He would have just apparated or something of the sort, but he had to gather his thoughts and prepare a plan. A little while earlier, Lucius had contacted Lord Voldemort. He received very shocking news; the Dark Lord himself wanted to observe the meeting.

Voldemort had told Lucius that he'd meet him there an hour before the meeting. To be honest, the death eater was a little startled. Normally Voldemort would just have his followers do his work. However, Voldemort was very curious about these 'muggles', and he wanted to observe them himself.

"Can I offer you a drink sir?" One of the flight attendants asked. Lucius startled from his thoughts, and shuffled the papers around him.

"No thank you ma'am, I'm fine." He replied. He was sitting in a isle all by himself, because the muggles around him were a little wary of the way he looked. Lucius had just snorted to himself, muggles were such cowards.

It was only a few hours later when the plane landed. It was very late at night, almost two in the morning. He left the almost empty airport, and began to drive to where the meeting was. He planned to spend the night in a hotel close by.

XxXxXxXxXx

"Harry you have to relax! I'm sure everything is fine!" Hermione told her friend for the millionth time. Harry was pacing the common room anxiously.

The day before, when America and England had visited, America had told them some strange news. Apparently, he'd run into a 'Nice gentleman' on his way back from the bathroom. The way Alfred had described him, made it sound just like Lucius Malfoy.

America hadn't gotten a name though. England noticed the three wizard's expressions when America had told them, and instantly knew something was up. That was why he had told America to be careful before the nation had left to go home. He would have much rather preferred Alfred to stay the night at his place and go back to the world meeting together the next day.

"Hermione, what if America did actually talk to Lucius? What if he got suspicious? What if he brought the news back to Voldemort? What if-"

"Enough! Enough with all these what if's! If Alfred even did talk to Lucius, I'm sure he didn't give anything away. If your that worried, just talk to Professor Dumbledore." Hermione told him.

Ron watched his friend's from his position from the couch by the fire. The past few days had been very confusing, yet exciting as well. It was all very much to take in. However, Ron had been on far too many adventures with his best friend Harry, so he knew how wild things could turn out.

Harry had been having a hard enough year all ready, grieving from the death of his Godfather. If any other catastrophes took place, he didn't know what he would do.

"Your right. I suppose I may be over reacting. I'd still prefer to make sure Mr. Kirkland and Mr. Jones are all right though." Harry said finally.

"Besides Harry, there immortal. Even if you-know-who did find out, he wouldn't be able to kill them." Ron added.

"I know that, but it could still be very bad." Harry said. And how right he was.

XxXxXxXxXx

Lucius found out some things the next morning. First off, he hated New York with a passion. The muggles were rude, and they had no respect. As the Death eater walked on the crowded streets of the city, people shoved their way though violently.

Other people sneered at the way he was dressed; which was in a dark cloak. He needed to keep his face hidden so Alfred wouldn't notice him in the meeting.

Finally he made it to the front doors of the meeting, which would be starting in a little while. For a moment he stood peering at his surroundings, before catching site of another cloaked figure.

"My Lord. I see you found the place all right." He spoke in a hushed tone to his master.

Voldemort rarely ever came out to public places, but after all, who would expect the dark wizard to be in America? Still he wore a long black cloak, his face completely covered.

Both evil wizards walked over to the front desk, where a lady sat filing her already perfect nails. She looked up at them though the frame's of her large pink glasses.

"Can I help you?" She asked. If the woman was suspicious of the way they looked at all, she didn't show it.

"Yes. Would you be so kind as to direct us to where the er..'important' meeting is?" Lucius asked.

The lady raised her eyebrows, but responded, "Second floor, room 36."

Lucius thanked her, and the two men (if you can call Voldemort a man) went to the stairs.

"Listen now. If they ask who we are, respond that we are important men who have a job to do, and that out actions are none of our business." Voldemort hissed coldly. Lucius merely nodded.

The door to there the meeting was being held was wide open, and sounded very noisy inside. They reached the entrance, and both wizards were dumbfounded.

The room was full of people, some sitting down, standing up, running around, and even fighting. This looked more like a riot rather than an important meeting.

They both slipped in unnoticed, which was not a big surprise because of all the commotion. They both sat in two convenient chairs that had been placed near the door, not too far away from a large table with many other chairs.

Nothing seemed to be happening, but they were a little early. Lucius shifted nervously in his seat and focused on the scenes that took place in the room. Two men were screaming and wrestling. One sounded French. Another man was sound sleep in one of the chairs. He finally caught site of Alfred. The man was chewing on a disgusting cheeseburger.

"ENOUGH!" A loud voice roared out. Almost instantly, everyone quieted down. The man who had shouted had short blonde hair, and light blue eyes.

"Everyone take their seats RIGHT NOW! We have a meeting to run, and that's what were going to do!" The man shouted again.

In about a minute, everyone was seated around the large table. Nobody seemed to be suspicious of the Wizards, though a few people sitting the closest to them kept looking in their direction a little nervously. Most just ignored them though.

"Lets discuss how our economies are doing. Who'd like to go first?" The man said once again. He seemed to have a very thick German accent.

"The hero shall go first, because hero's are most important!" Alfred said, quickly standing up and going to the front of the room. Many people sighed.

"All right America, you can go first. How is everything going economy wise?"

This sentence startled Lucius. Did that man just address Alfred as America? He glanced over to Voldemort, but the wizard looked emotionless.

"Well since America is a totally awesome place, obviously were doing great!" Alfred said joyfully, and went into some long detailed speech. Many people groaned.

"Yes yes, we get how awesome you are. I think we should discuss more important things." A strong English accented man said.

"Like what to do about those monstrous eyebrows?" The French man spoke jokingly. Lucius winced as he heard the loud impact of the punch that sent the French man toppling to the ground.

"Aw France, leave Iggy alone! Besides, I haven't finished telling you about my eco-" Alfred started to say, but was cut off by,

"I think the awesome Prussia should go now!" Said a man with red eyes and white hair.

"Your not even a country!" Someone spoke up.

A country?

Did this mean that these people were actually countries? No...it would be impossible.

"Why don't I go? I can tell you about many things..." A thick Russian accented man stood up. He towered over the others, and looked rather...creepy.

"I uh actually think...all right Russia, go ahead."

So they were actually countries? Personifications of them? It did make sense. There accents matched their country names. This was amazing! Lucius looked at his mater once again. He saw a very tiny smile forming on Voldemort's lips, and an evil glint in his cold eyes.

Yay, I updated again finally! I really only got time to update on the weekends, cause schools been crazy! Ugh, they give you so much homework in High School! :( I mean, I just finished doing over twenty algebra problems, and I freaking hate math! Plus I still gotta do some stupid paper on the metric system and convert a bunch a stuff. AND, I bought a pepsi, but I all ready drank it! DANG IT! Okay sorry, I'll stop telling you about all my issues;) I hope you liked this chapter. I mean, I'm not that great at typing about Voldemort, plus this is my first fic that includes Hetalia characters. Now I have a lot of things to do. I gotta finish that science homework, then I gotta clean my room since my uncle found out I shoved everything under my bead. I would like to thank the following awesome people for reviewing:

Vincent Sansa Halestrom, SweeterThanChocolate, meme12345bunny, WindMirrorAutumn, Fk306 animelover, Sandyangel, Lucy de Lune, Roxi2Star, InTheAsylum, and otaco!

Thanks so much for reviewing guys! I'll be updating soon! Review to tell me how you liked this chapter! ;)