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Rated: T
"Damn, that England is one lucky son-of-a-bitch!" A fang peeked from his lips as he smirked, looking up at the grand figure of Hogwarts with an appreciative eye, "To think that he took a vacation as a teacher for this!"
"Something tells me that England is not so exhilarated as you make him sound," Norway said monotonously, also staring at Hogwarts, though his appreciation was not as easy to spot, "To him, this must be similar to babysitting one thousand Americas."
"Yeah, I can see him thinking like that," Romania rubbed his shaggy brown hair, snickering a bit at the thought, "You think England will be happy to see us?"
Norway rose a brow, giving his fellow nation an impassive and almost dry look that had Romania glancing away with a twitching eye, "I was thinking the same thing."
His red eyes stared at the incoming students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, though he was more interested in the former school, as many of his own citizens attended Durmstrang, "I tried convincing Bulgaria into coming," He followed a particular student who was dressed in luxurious furs, "For some reason, he didn't want to come."
"Germany will not be happy," Norway finally said after a moment, "Perhaps he does not want to be on the end of that?" He suggested, still regretting that he didn't tell Iceland where he was.
"Can't blame him, I guess," Romania grinned, "But I did promise him to tell him about Viktor Krum's progress!"
He couldn't wait for the Triwizard Tournament to begin.