Hello. This is my first multi-chapter crossover fic. Cliche premise, I know, but I wanted to try writing one.

Well, let's see how far I can go with this...

(Obligatory I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia is obligatory)

"Sorry Iggs, I'm not sure if I heard you right…could you repeat what you said again?"

For once, the other nations in the conference room seemed to agree with the blond American, and gazed at the British bloke standing before them, holding a letter in his trembling hands.

"Bloody hell, I don't want to hear myself say this twice, either!" Britain slammed the now crumpled letter onto the table with full force, glaring hard at the perplexed faces in front of him.

"I said, I will be holding a teaching position at Hogwarts for the foreseeable future, and its headmaster, Dumbledore, wants me to bring some of you along too!"

"Hogwarts is that magic school in your brother Scotland's house, isn't it? Could you explain to us the circumstances behind this, Britain?" Germany was the first to edge in a reply, his face stony.

Britain sighed. "That's exactly what I was about to do. Now if I may…" he cleared his throat. "I'm not sure how many of you are aware of the wizarding affairs of my country, or even your own," he paused, glancing pointedly at America for a moment, "so allow me to give you the run-down on that first. There is a certain dark wizard in my country who intends to use his powers to wreak havoc. His name is Voldemort."

At the mention of the dark wizard's name, a few countries flinched, while others looked confused.

"Mon dieu…don't tell me that he is back?" France gasped. "I was quite sure he was vanquished over a decade ago by a baby. It made quite the headline in my home's magical community."

"Of course you know a lot about this, frog, with your Beauxbatons and what not…" the Englishman grumbled before continuing. "That was my initial belief as well...but he did not completely vanish. Recent events have led me and Dumbledore to believe that he may return.

Harry Potter, the boy who defeated Voldemort as a baby, had encountered him masquerading as a professor with a servant of his in Hogwarts just last year. He was weak, yes, but that may not be the case for long."

"I see how this has to do with you, but why should we bother?" China questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"That was Dumbledore's decision, not mine," Britain picked up the crumpled letter once more, attempting to smooth out the crinkles before reading from it.

"Dear Arthur,

How have you been, old friend? I'm quite sure that you are aware of the circumstances surrounding Voldemort and his possible revival. The situation last year will certainly not be the last time he attempts to attack Harry Potter. For the sake of his safety and for the students in Hogwarts as well, could I ask you to watch over him, for his second year at the very least? I have secured a teaching position for you in History of Magic, where you will be teaching alongside Professor Binns.

I'm terribly sorry to trouble you with such a heavy request since you likely have many other matters on your hands as well. If it may lessen your burden, you may bring some of the other nations along with you to Hogwarts under the cover of an international exchange programme. I believe that our school will need all the help it can get. I await your favourable reply. "

"...and that's all the letter says." He put the letter down and faced the nations once again.

"This will probably be a risky task as our identities as nations will be at stake there. Not to mention the paperwork involved with your respective non-magical governments during your departure…As such, although he did not specify in his letter just how many I could bring, I would prefer it if just a small number of you—full of sensible people, please—came along.

"That being said, please raise your hand if you would like to follow me to Hogwarts, possess at least some basic magical capabilities, can think of a good excuse to tell your bosses explaining your absence, and can keep mum about our identities as nations."

The room was in deep silence for several moments, as they pondered the situation in their heads. Then slowly, one by one, people began to raise their hands.

Britain stared at the sight in front of him and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a non-Voldemort related stomach-ache coming on.

"For starters, that is way too many of you volunteering…"

Well, this was a short chapter, but I've already prewritten a few so don't worry. Please R&R!