A/N: Hello again one and all! I thank you for all the mazing reviews, follows and favourites that this story has gotten! When I first started it off, I would have never thought that I'd get this many!

On a different note, there will be no update this Sunday, because I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE! To Swaledale. Google it if you don't know where it is. Hey, at least I miss school. Also, this means if I don't reply to your reviews, it's because I have no internet. (Four days without internet, or tumblr? NOOOOO)

Oh, I forgot to mention, last chapter all the methods of torture are actual methods of torture. Brutal, right?

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter or Hetalia, I would not be going to Swaledale this weekend.

Chapter 14

By the time the Christmas holidays came around, England and the transfers were starting to get nervous. They all saw the way Dumbledore stared at them, like he was trying to figure out what they were. McGonagall too was giving them strange looks.

"One down, two to go, aru." China said, settling into his seat on the Hogwarts express.

"This is good, da? I have been looking forward to day I do not have to put up with America."

"AAAAAHHHHHH! 什麼是地獄？Russia, when did you get here?" The Eastern nation's scream was so loud; it could be heard at the other end of the train.

Before Russia could answer, the door to the compartment was flung open and America collapsed inside.

"Someone call for a hero?"

"Nyet, I just scared Yao-Yao slightly. The silly thing did not know I was here. Now, you may leave now America."

"Nuhuh. I need to make sure Yao doesn't get hurt! Oh yeah, and Iggy sent me to look for you. Apparently we all have to stay in the same compartment. But he's been invited to some 'slug-club' thing, so he can't stay with us. He left Luddy in charge."

Russia sighed slightly. "Fine, we will come with you. But only because I do not want Yao-Yao to get hurt. That would be bad, da?"

"Da da da, let's just go already. Commie bastard."

"Capitalist pig." Russia retorted, following the superpower out the compartment. China trailed behind, thinking about how peaceful his life would be if he hadn't met those two nations.

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Arthur returned from the slug club an hour later. To be honest, he hated it. It was an old, fat man talk about famous people he knew, or thought he knew. It was incredibly boring, and the Brit could tell the other members felt that way too. The only plus was the excellent food they had gotten.

"If only the others had come. Then they would see that my cooking is the greatest!"

Arthur slid open the compartment door, then froze.

The sight before him was chaos. Russia was holding his pipe over a scared looking America, Italy was hiding under the seat, Japan's face was bright red as was Germanys (although the latter's probably from shouting too much than embarrassment), China looked bored and France was… France was…

"Why the bloody hell is the frog naked!?"

All was silent until France spoke up.

"Are you not revelling in the sight of my magnificent body?"

"I most certainly am not! Just put some bloody clothes on!"

"Or what?" France smirked.

"Or I'll chop of your testicles and feed them to some random dogs!" The Frenchman's face turned to one of horror.

"Alright… fine. But only because you've got nice tits." He said, picking up his boxers from the floor.

"Thank you France… wait, what?!"

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Their arrival at the train station was a small affair. Only Spain, Romano, Prussia, the Asians, Belarus, Ukraine, the Baltics and for some reason Liechtenstein turned up to collect them.

"WEST! YOOHOO! OVER HERE!"

Germany face-palmed at his brother's antics.

"I don't even know how I am related to him."

He saw Feliciano try to hug Lovino and fail.

"I don't even know how they are related either."

Canada stood there, feeling like a lemon as other nations greeted each other. Hugs were exchanged, and even failed kisses *coughfrancecough*.

"Hey Birdie."

The poor nation nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around to see a familiar white haired ex-nation with a smile as wide as a banana.

"Oh, h-hey Gilbert." Prussia's eyebrows furrowed.

"You alright there Mattie? You seem a bit down."

"Oui, I'm just surprised you remembered me, that's all." This time it was Prussia's turn to be surprised.

"Was? Why would I ever forget you?"

"It's what everyone else does."

"Birdie, listen to me. I would never forget you. Now, do you want to come to mine later? We can drink beer and be awesome!"

Canada hesitated. He didn't like beer that much, but would never pass up an actual meeting with an actual friend.

"Alright then."

"Awesome!"

Liechtenstein smiled from her place next to Ukraine. England crouched down in front of her.

"Lilli, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you come back!" The Brit looked around. He didn't see a familiar blond haired, gun- wielding Swiss anywhere,

"Where's Vash?"

"I snuck out! He needs to know that I can be independent and don't need him all the time. Not that I'm complaining, but sometimes I want to do things on my own!"

Arthur's jaw had dropped open.

It was like the calm before the storm. Or in this case, the sound of a gun's safety coming off.

"What are you doing with my sister?" Arthur tried to back away from the gun against his forehead but failed when he saw the Swiss' expression.

"Nothing, nothing at all!"

"Then why are you crouching down in front of her?"

"I was wondering why she was here, without you!" Vash seemed to accept this excuse, for the gun was lowered.

"Alright then. Come on Lilli, time to go home."

"Okay Bruder." Liechtenstein let herself be dragged off by Switzerland, leaving a very confused platform in their wake.

Ron, Hermione and Harry were also confused.

"What was that grey thing he was pointing at what's-his-names head?"

"That's a gun Ronald. It fires bullets. I would have thought even you would know that."

The Christmas holidays for the nations were spent meeting, looking around London, meeting, arguing, talking, getting drunk, eating cake, meeting, arguing and finally partying. Yes, Prussia had decided that to celebrate their return to Hogwarts, a massive party would be thrown the day before. Needless to say, many of them had splitting hangovers on the train.

They returned to Hogwarts with much enthusiasm. They threw themselves into their magic studies with so much gusto; the teachers didn't know what had happened.

The truth was, they knew that something would happen soon. There was going to be a war, and they knew it in more ways than one. For one thing, Arthur kept on having random pains. These meant that there were attacks going on his country. They also meant that they were magical attacks, as the pain was much worse and nearer his head. By process of elimination, Voldemort's attacks were increasing.

One morning, the pains were worse than usual. He had a splitting headache, like a hangover but much worse. Then, all of a sudden, Arthur collapsed, his head falling into a bowl of cereal.

He was rushed off to the hospital wing, and all the other nations could do was watch. Dumbledore walked up to the group.

"Good morning. Well, it's not such a good morning, is it?"

"I'm sure he's just dehydrated aru."

"Ah, but you and I know it is much more than that. It's Voldemort, is it not? For those affect him more than anything."

"How did you know that?" Alfred demanded, and the old man chuckled.

"Don't you remember? We met, January the 15th, 1952. Do you not remember? It was in Berlin."

Dumbledore watched their reactions. Francis, Alfred and Ludwig winced, whilst Ivan just stared. But the headmaster wasn't expecting a reaction from him. From his research, he had gathered that the cold nation did not show much emotion apart from a creepy smile. But never the less, Dumbledore continued anyway.

"Oh, so you do remember? I certainly do. Oh, I know everything about you, nations." His face returned to its usual smile. "So, do you want to come to my office, or for your secret to be revealed to the world?"

A/N: DUM, DUM, DUUUUMMMM!

'Cause this is filler! Filler, yeah! Seriously, I had no idea what to write, and I apologise for its shortness.

Also, the views for this fic… THEY'RE OVER NINE THOUSAND! Couldn't resist. But they actually are so thanks!

The Chinese that China shouts is apparently 'what the hell' in Chinese, according to Google Translate.

Anyway, please R&R! And remember, constant vigilance!