Title: Two Chicks And A Pianist Walk Into A School...

Rating: T

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And yes, Austria and Spain were once married.

Pairings: AusHun, mentioned PruCan, PruHun and PruAus, future GerIta

Disclaimer: I do not hold or claim to hold any sort of ownership or rights over the characters in this story; they belong to Hetalia/Hidekaz Himaruya and Harry Potter/J. K. Rowling.

Austria - Rodreich Edelstein

2P!Austria - Roland Edelstein

Hungary - Elizaveta Héderváry

2P!Hungary - Julia Héderváry

Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt

2P!Prussia - Gilen Beilschmidt

Two Chicks And A Pianist Walk Into A School: Twelve:

I'm not sure what I should do while Edelstein is out getting things for my injuries. I didn't know that was black magic...

I glance around the room. It's sparsely furnished, but on the desk there's three pictures.

A painting-old-fashioned, and clearly well-preserved-of him, Professor Héderváry and two children. They're wearing old-fashioned muggle clothes, too. The first child is a little girl in a worn, green and white green much like Héderváry's. She has a stray curl of brunette hair like Edelstein does, and on her face is a goofy smile. She's holding hands with the second child, a boy only about a year older than her, with black clothes and blonde hair under a black hat, with sky blue eyes and a deep blush covering his fair cheeks.

I remember a passing comment Héderváry made a long time ago. "Do you remember when Feli and Otto were little?" To which Edelstein replied, as they walked out of earshot, "We're divorced and Otto doesn't remember us, no point lingering on..."

I move into the next picture. It's a photo, this time. It's Edelstein looking very huffy and out of place in his fancy clothing among... I count quickly-four others. A man with teal eyes, blonde hair down to his shoulders, and a machine gun slung over his back. Right in front of him stands a young girl with the same haircut and kind eyes, a ribbon in her hair and wearing a long dress. Edelstein is wedged between Beilschmidt and another man-tall, sky blue eyes and blonde hair slicked back, without a smile on his face.

Are they family? I hadn't considered the possibility of the assistants to be any more than friends before the school year began.

The third and final photo is of him and a Hispanic man. The other has bright, olive green eyes and an even brighter smile. He wears a necklace with a cross and simple clothing, and his arm is sling casually around Edelstein's shoulders (Edelstein, for his part, doesn't look at all uncomfortable with the contact).

I can't help but wonder who these people are-how Edelstein knows them. Are they family? Brothers and sisters, spouses, children?

But of course, I shouldn't know about this in the first place.

I look away.

•time skip brought to you by PruCan

"Dammit, Prussia! Get control of yourself!" I shout desperately, glad for the muffling charms placed on the walls. If someone came across this scene, I don't think we would be able to just talk our way out of it.

Austria is beside me, his expression unreadable. Prussia is lying limp on the floor in front of us. One arm has begun to dissolve into silver plating as it replaces his fingers, his hand, his wrist, spreading up his arm towards his elbow and eventually, to his shoulder.

Prussia's eyes-dark and plum-colored, unnatural and strange because they're usually a scarlet red color-don't give any indication of a reply. He opens his mouth as if to speak and no sound comes out.

My eyes are wide. I check his heartbeat with two fingers on his wrist. THUMP-thump, pause, THUMP-thump, pause, THUMP-thump. He should survive. Should.

At least, whoever wins this mental battle will, and it looks like he's coming pretty damn close to losing.

"Prussia, fight back," Austria says. His voice is not alarmed, but patient and knowing. "I know you in a way that only enemies can, and I know you're strong enough to win this if you try."

"You said you weren't going to lose any fights anymore, after you dissolved," I beg, "Don't break your promise!"

His eyes begin the sharpen and they flicker towards me. I freeze. That's the most response we've gotten in nearly an hour.

"Yessir," he whispers.

•time skip is brought to you by the Cheapskate Duet

"Professor Héderváry," I say, a little nervous. "I heard Professor Beilschmidt was in the hospital wing, is he alright?"

Héderváry leans down a little so we're at the same height. "Gil is fine," she assures me. I notice distantly that her accent has not gotten at all better since when she first arrived. "He just got a little carried away, I'm afraid. The only things you need to worry about are being happy and your school grades."

I nod slightly, not completely satisfied with the answer, but since when did that actually change anything?

Later, I'm in the library, looking for a book to read, when I see a title that reminds me of something.

"Ah! Gaze At The Same Moon..." I muse, and pick up the book. The cover is a plain periwinkle blue, a little dusty, maybe, but clearly well-loved. The spine is cracked and the pages are worn and yellowed. And old book, then, and that thought is confirmed as I glance through the book to check the publication date. "I remember this one... Well, Professor Héderváry said it was good. Might as well give it a try."

•time skip brought to you by FrUK

"What do you mean, 'they're getting out of control?'" Germany demanded. "They're not really that careless, are they?"

"It's mainly your brother, because he can't really tell when Gilen's going to attack," England continued, and in Italy's squinted eyes I see a surge of relief that "Ms. Hungary and Mr. Austria" are fine, and a surge of guilt follows for "Mr. Prussia."

Germany sighs. I know he acts like he's exasperated by it, but he never actually minds helping his brother Prussia out. He's like Romano and Iceland that way, although I know they would both deny that to the ends of the Earth (still, I know my brother well, like he's my second personality, but maybe I know him better than just that).

"Ve~ We need to send someone to help keep them under control, then!" Italy says, beaming brightly at England and I.

"Well, it can't be us, obviously," I point out. "Romania is hardly able to get out of bed-Belarus is having to watch him to make sure Dragomir doesn't take over suddenly, they both hate it-and England and I aren't much better off."

Both England and I immediately glance over at Germany.

"What? Nein! I'm too busy-" he protests.

"But we all know you're the best at handling bad situations between nations," England argues.

"I'll go too!" Italy chirps. "It'll be fun! Like taking a vacation!"

"I don't want to take a vacation! I have work to do!" Germany says as England takes a wand from his pocket.

"Well, you're going to get one," he says. "Kings Cross Station, London, at say... Noon tomorrow?"

England and I vanish in a flash of light before Germany could protest any further.