I am sooooo sorry that this chapter is late you guys! It's a long story, but I'm sure most of you noticed that last weekend the login feature for FF was all wonky, so that played a part in it. Then by the time SG-chan actually got the chapter typed up and the site was working properly it was, like, Tuesday, so she just decided to post it on Friday with the next chapter. That said, again, I'm so sorry to have made anyone worry - if I did worry anyone. Maybe I'm just overreacting ^^;

Anywho, onto the anon review replies:

anonymous: M-mental illnesses? Where does it say that? Or are you in my head? *stares suspiciously* I'm watching you.

ATC: Hmm, I'll have to go find that comic now; it sounds interesting ;3 The mysterious book collector, yes, we'll get back to him. Eventually. These next couple of chapters are, unfortunately, mostly filler. Important filler though, cause it establishes character relations and shit like that ^^ These next couple of chapters are actually my attempt for the story to have more Harry Potter related scenes ^^; Key word: attempt. Oh, Harry'll end up meeting some of the other UK sibs. Which ones, I shan't say ;3 Ha ha, HetaXmas is getting rather long, isn't it? x3 Thanks for reviewing!

ForeverHalfa: Well, I unfortunately haven't watched the entire series of Doctor Who; maybe once I'm in college and I have more time to waste I will x3 Personally I love the Tenth and Eleventh Doctors equally, but that's just me ^^ Glad you liked the chappie! ^^

Obligatory language key is not featuring in this chapter, though there are exactly five words of Italian.

"So that's what that scar on your chest is," Jack mused, his fingers splayed across Ianto's bare chest.

"Hmm," Ianto hummed in agreement. "That's the Rift."

"So when Billings went and loosed the Apocalypse…" Jack trailed off, his gaze raking over the scar just right of Ianto's heart that, now that he thought about it, looked slightly green. He voiced his concern to Ianto, who chuckled slightly.

"All's clear. It actually serves as a bit of a warning for me; green is all clear, blue is trouble but not too much, and red would be the end of the world."

"Huh." Jack rubbed a thumb over the scar, which, to his surprise, slithered under his touch.

"Probably reacting to the trace of the Rift still on you," Ianto murmured. "It's sensitive that way."

"Are you that sensitive too?" Jack smirked, leaning down to steal a kiss.

"Tease," the Welshman accused fondly, his arms coming around Jack's neck to rest on his back. A slightly pensive expression crossed his face, followed by one of realization. "So that's why."

"Pardon?"

"The first time I met you, you seemed familiar. Now I know why."

"Oh? Did you meet me sometime in the past?" Jack asked, his brow furrowing. "'Cause I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting someone as sexy as you."

"No," Ianto shook his head. "It was during the Cardiff Blitz while I passed by a hotel."

"So when me and Tosh went back in time accidentally." Jack's hands were on autopilot now as they roamed over Ianto's chest as though it were the first time; which it kind of was, because now Jack was wondering what other parts of Ianto represented.

"I always wondered why that building gave me the creeps," Ianto remarked.

"So… is Rhiannon your actual sister?" Jack wondered. "'Cause, y'know, she's married and everything, so I'd think that'd be kinda hard to keep from her husband and kids."

Ianto shook his head. "Rhi and I kind of… hit it off when she was a teenager."

"You had sex with her?"

"No, though she was quite a looker back in the day," Ianto recalled. "I guess she was what you'd call a kindred spirit. Besides, my actual sister doesn't really like any of us, so it's nice to have 'family' that doesn't try to shoot me with a shotgun on sight."

"Geez, with family like that it's no wonder you seek contact with us lowly humans," Jack drawled sarcastically. He smirked slightly as Ianto's breath hitched when he ran over that one dip on his left side. Hmm, he'd have to ask what that one was later…

"Actually, I'm a bit of an exception," the Welshman replied, his own hands going up to play with the nape of Jack's hair. "We interact with our governments and leaders of course, but beyond that, none of us really form any lasting bonds with humans." A solemn expression crossed Ianto's face. "We live so long, sometimes things all mash together and it gets terribly confusing."

"Are you going to stay?" Jack's unasked plea of "Please stay" was evident in his eyes.

"Of course," Ianto smiled, kissing Jack firmly on the lips. "Joining Torchwood was one of my more brilliant ideas I sometimes get. Besides, I like hanging out with you guys."

"Are you going to tell the others?" Jack asked, shifting to lie next to Ianto as he shook the blankets slightly to allow both of them to fit underneath.

"I should," Ianto said after a moment of contemplation. "You took it well enough, but you know what it is to keep secrets."

"Plus I'm just that awesome."

Ianto chuckled. "You sound like Prussia when you say that."

"Isn't Prussia, y'know, not a country anymore?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's complicated," Ianto explained. "I don't fully understand it myself."

"Oh, if you don't understand then it must be terribly difficult," Jack teased.

"Oh shut it," Ianto retorted. "Go to sleep. I am actually here on business you know."

"I'll try not to keep you up too late," Jack promised mischievously.

"You won't be keeping me up at all in the near future if you don't let me sleep," Ianto promised.

"My hands are treacherous beings Lord Wales; I know not what they do!" Jack protested as one 'treacherous being' copped a feel.

"Good news Harry!" Luna chirped as she sat down next to the Boy-Who-Lived. "You don't have to worry about any of the teachers trying to kill you this year!"

Nearly everyone in earshot did a spit-take.

"Christ, would you warn a guy before you say something like that?" Seamus spluttered as he grabbed a napkin and tried to wipe down his now syrupy robe front. "Seriously, you could do some serious damage to somebody if you just drop a bombshell on 'em like that."

"And Luna, just why were you trying to figure out if any of the teachers would kill me?" Harry asked, not quite sure he wanted the answer.

"Well, the Defense Teacher has tried to kill and/or maim you every single year, and since Professor Snape is our teacher this year, and none of the other professors have tried to kill you during your school career, I figure that you're safe this year," Luna explained.

"I'm… honored you're that worried about me Luna." Harry was trying to keep from laughing. "But what about Kirkland and Karpusi? Don't they factor into this?"

"Professor Kirkland has been vouched for by a very good source, and Professor Karpusi is too lazy to be evil," Luna stated matter-of-factly. At the incredulous stares she received, she elaborated. "How many successful dictators are there or were there that are lazy? Hmm?"

"That's true," Ron got out around a mouthful of food, causing those nearby to flinch disgustedly.

"Merlin's beard Ron, chew with your mouth closed!" Ginny, being his sister, had no qualms about hitting him. "It's disgusting!"

"Berating Ron on his eating habits?" Hermione asked as she sidled in between Ron and Ginny. "Again?"

Ron glared at the girls on both his sides, making sure to swallow his mouthful before speaking this time. "I like food, and Hogwarts has good food, okay? What's so wrong with that?"

"You could try to be less 'shoveling food down your throat like your life depended on it' and more 'just eating'," Hermione drawled, smirking slightly at Ron.

"What, and waste away like Parkinson?" Ron snorted in reference to the female Slytherin who never ate anything beyond salads and a bit of fish.

"You'd just be controlling your intake instead of letting it run rampant," Hermione retorted. "Believe me, you could never fall down to her level."

"A bird couldn't fall down to Parkinson's level," Harry snorted. "Luna, what are you doing?" he asked as he felt one of her hands on his back, rubbing in circles.

"Oh, whenever diets and birds are mentioned alongside food, the Villowing vortchels tend to show up and cause backaches, so I'm taking preemptive measures," the blonde informed him.

"Oh. Thanks Luna," Harry smiled at her.

"Hey, what about me?" Seamus complained from Luna's other side.

She turned grey-blue eyes on him, never stopping rubbing Harry's back. "The vortchels don't like Irish people; their blood tastes too much like four-leaf clovers." The unspoken message of 'Back the fuck off' penetrated Seamus's thick skull and he turned to lay his head on Dean's shoulder, a childish pout on his face.

"You get too cozy over there and I'll hex your bits off," Ginny cheerfully warned Seamus.

"You're all so cruel!" the redhead cried, dramatically waving his arms out.

"Shut up Seam," Dean sighed. "You're not helping your case any at all."

"Hermione, why don't you rub Ronald's back?" Luna suggested.

"Wh-what?" the bushy-haired girl exclaimed, her face turning an interesting shade of red. "Why on earth – virkels, or whatever they're called don't exist!"

"Hey Dean, mind if I rub your back?" Ginny inquired coquettishly.

"In the interest of preventing vortchels from making my life a living hell, I accept your offer," Dean replied solemnly, though the grin that graced his face nearly immediately afterward ruined the effect.

Hermione muttered something too low to be heard by anyone else as she flushed deeply while Ron merely had a small shy smile on his face. Luna hummed contentedly. It seemed her work here was done.

Dear Mamma,

I'm doing well, thank you for asking. I hope you're feeling all right; you said in your last letter you might be coming down with a cold. I've been keeping an eye on Dray lately. He's been acting strangely, probably because he's got a super-secret mission the Dark Lord gave him. How do I know? You know better than anyone that it's impossible to resist Sicilian charm Mamma~

He's been reading through all these old books though. And when I say old, I mean old. Seriously, these books probably date all the way back to the Founders' era! A lot of them have to do with different rituals, mainly sealing things away. That could be applied to anything though, and Dray knows it, the smarmy little bastard. Hopefully I'll figure something out. Wouldn't do to let us get killed, now would it?

Could you please inform Signore Vargas that, yes, Professor Kirkland does have gargantuan eyebrows. I'm not sure why he wants to know that, but I'm not going to ask. Also, please tell Uncle Feli that the pasta over here actually does taste okay, and it certainly doesn't taste like rotten scones. I don't see what that would have to do with anything either.

You know, sometimes I get the feeling that you know something I don't.

Don't forget to take your medicine Mamma, and keep Signore Vargas from spontaneously combusting. I've heard that can be quite messy.

Love always, Blaise

"Mail's here," Lovino Vargas grunted from where he was sitting at the kitchen table as Rosaria Vargas plodded in, still clad in her sky blue elephant-patterned pajamas. "There's something from your brat."

"Blaise wrote?" Rosaria asked, picking up the rather thick piece of parchment envelope. A smile replaced her usually stoic expression as she cracked the wax seal that kept it shut. She 'hmm'ed as she read the first bit of the letter. "You were right; England is teaching there."

"Well, it is his school, it makes sense. Don't know why you had to send him to a fucking British school in the first place," Lovino grumbled. Rosaria smirked slightly.

"I have my reasons." She chuckled. "It seems Veneziano told Blaise some horror stories about English food and he's disproved at least one of them." She got no answer that time besides muffled grumblings from Lovino as he buried his head in his arms. "What's got you in such a mood?"

"Fuck off," Romano demanded, though the severity of the request was somewhat lessened because it wasn't very loud.

"Let me guess, did Spain leave already?" Rosaria knew she was right when Lovino didn't deny it. "Dio mio, you are so hopeless. You could at least let him know you'll miss him when he's gone you know. Let him know you love him and not just his dick."

"Shut the fuck up," Lovino snarled, his eyes flashing angrily at her. "He's busy with work and doesn't need me bothering him."

Rosaria spent a moment just observing him before she spoke again. "If you're this worked up why don't you go visit Veneziano? I'm sure you'll have fun berating him on his choice of spouse if nothing else."

"I'll be seeing him next month anyway," Romano replied as he got up and ambled over to the refrigerator.

"Oh, is that when your next stich'n'bitch is?" Rosaria inquired as she took out her own wand - 12 inch olive, mermaid scale core - and tapped Blaise's letter twice. The parchment glowed green before it crumpled in on itself and disappeared, transported to the box she kept all the other letters her 'son' sent her.

"Stop calling it that," Lovino groaned before he gulped down his glass of milk he'd just poured. "Or I swear to God, I will string you up by your thumbs."

"So cruel Lovinito," Rosaria pouted. "And here I thought you were a devout Catholic; taking the Lord's name in vain, really!"

"Shut up!"

The Italian words bear no translating because they have already been used in a previous chapter ^^

Again, soooo sorry this chappie was late. But hey, y'all get some Spamano, and LunaHarry and RonHermione hints! ^^ Oh, and guess what? Iiiiiittt's headcanon time!

*clears throat* Ahem.

Okey, so ya know that Lovi and Feli's formal names are Veneziano and Romano Italy. So in my mind, while they do represent North and South Italy at meetings, Feli is more a representative of Venice while Lovi is of Rome. So that is how Rosaria is Sicily ^^

Welp, don't forget to vote in the poll for which Hetalia story you want posted first, Spellound or Love in G Major! Ooh, and I started posting my present for Neelh, who was the 100th reviewer of this story ^^ It's a USUK/UKUS Nyotalia HP oneshot collection ^^ So go ahead and read that if you like! ^^ *shoos readers in story's general direction*