Title: Two Chicks And A Pianist Walk Into A School...
Rating: T
Pairings: GerIta and AusHun, mentioned PruCan, PruHun and PruAus
Talking: Prussia's German accusation of Germany and Italy's refusal to officially date is courtesy of Google translate!
It would be so evil to end this story here...
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: Fourteen:
Luna Lovegood's POV
A voice cuts through the misty gray predawn.
"Bruder! Das ehrfürchtige ich habe dich so sehr vermisst! Bist du und da schon Italien?" someone calls. There comes a musical laugh and loud denial in a deep voice.
The sources come into the hall. First is Prussia-or I could call him Gilbert Beilschmidt, his alias, I suppose. The second two I don't recognize-a tall, sturdy-looking man with sky blue eyes and blonde hair and Aryan features, protesting whatever Prussia said vehemently. The other two are Austria-or should I say, Rodreich Edelstein-and a slight-framed brunet man with eyes squinted so tightly I can't even see his eye color.
They make their way to the teacher's table, where Austria conjures them up two chairs.
They must be nations too. Bruder is similar to brother in English... So I can only assume Prussia and whoever this man is are siblings. I cycle through what little I know about Prussia as I eye them. He's probably Germanic... Switzerland, maybe? Or is he Germany?
Dumbledore stands and clears his throat. The room falls silent as the students turn to listen.
"How wonderful it is to spend this fine day in Hogwarts with you all!" he begins, voice resonating. "Alas, I must postpone this surely delicious meal. We will be having two more assistant professors joining us here today. Please welcome Professor Ludwig Beilschmidt and Professor Vargas!"
The two unknown nations stand, the audience applauds, and I wonder briefly why they're doing this. It must be something they need-and probably something that can only be found here. And how do they manage to slip past the headmaster, past Umbridge?
My thoughts begin to drift as Dumbledore continues his speech (something about the Forbidden Forest still being forbidden, despite anything recent fake notices posted in the common rooms may say).
Finally, we're allowed to eat.
When students begin to leave the room, bellies full, I stride up to the front table. Prussia immediately goes pale-or, paler than he already was, as an albino. Apparently, he read the book... And think I know their identities.
Well, he's right about that. "Good morning, professors. May I ask you a question-in private?"
Prussia nods, "'Course you can, Lovegood." He stands and the two of us walk away, leaving the other Beilschmdt to be chattered to by Vargas.
Once we're outside, in a deserted corridor, he asks, "What's up?"
I return, "I'm a Ravenclaw, so naturally curious. Why are you and the other nations here?"
His expression morphs into a thousand different things, only a few of which I can interpret-his confusion, following by shock, and then quiet realization.
"There's a threat to the nations, and the solution is here. It won't harm you or any other students. How'd ya figure it out? Just with the book?" Prussia questions.
"Just with the book, Prussia, sir. Who are the other two? Beilschmidt is Germany or Switzerland, and Vargas is from... Southern Europe? Italy, perhaps... Liechtenstein would be stretching it..." I muse.
"Ja, Germany und Italy," Prussia agrees. "Could you keep quiet about this?"
I nod, serious, and he reaches out to shake my hand. I take it, and know that he's about to make an Unbreakable Vow between us. I don't mind. "I won't tell anyone about the nations, I promise."
A charge of energy flows up my arm as Prussia mutters an incantation. For a moment I wonder how he did that on his own, but realize that a nation's magic must work differently than a human's.
I smile, then turn and wander to my next lesson (Herbology), humming a tune under my breath as I go.
•POV switch brought to you by Whale
Harry Potter's POV
I stop just before I round the corner, hearing familiar voices.
Luna says, confident, "Just with the book, Prussia, sir. Who are the other two? Beilschmidt is Germany or Switzerland, and Vargas is from... Southern Europe? Italy, perhaps... Liechtenstein would be stretching it..."
"Ja, Germany und Italy," Professor Beilschmidt says. "Could you keep quiet about this?"
There's a slight pause, then Luna says, "I won't tell anyone about the nations, I promise."
I quickly hurry off in the other direction as I realize the conversation is drawing to a close. I try to keep my footsteps as soft as possible.
I have a feeling this is something big.
•time skip brought to you by DenNor
I find Hermione exactly where I expected her to be-in the library. She seems to have finally finished that book called... Something about moons? Ron is sitting beside her, pretending to study.
Anyway, I plop down beside her and tap her shoulder. She jumps, startled, and then turns to me. "What?"
"I just overheard something," I say quietly.
Ron, now alert, glances up at me. "What was it?"
I glance around the room. The closest person I can see is Professor Edelstein, but he's way out of earshot, so I whisper, "It was Professor Beilschmidt-Gilbert, not Ludwig-and Luna Lovegood. They were talking about... Countries."
Hermione tilts her head a little, bewildered. "What did they say exactly?"
I hesitate, gathering my thoughts, they recite, "Something along the lines of...
"So who are the new professors, Prussia? They could be Germany or Switzerland... And Vargas sounds Italian, but maybe-maybe he's Liechtenstein...
"Ja, Germany and Italy. Can you be quiet about this?
"I won't tell anyone about the nations, I promise."
Hermione stares at me. Ron stares at me. I stare right back.
"Remember that entry in nations?" Hermione says, turning and picking a book out from a stack beside her. "I think we've found some. So who's who?"
"Gilbert Beilschmidt is Prussia," Ron begins. "Wherever that is. Ludwig Beilschmidt is apparently Germany, and Vargas is Italy. Héderváry and Edelstein must be nations too, then..."
"I had a feeling it would be impossible to keep our identities secret," a familiar, accented voice said. "For your information, I am the personification of Austria."