It was during meetings they received the letters. The letters weren't regular letters, nor were they sent by normal means. Well, unless you call owls a normal way to transport letters.

To the shock of other government officials in the rooms, an owl appeared by the window carrying a letter. Almost by instinct, the most peculiar person of each gathering stood (Or leapt in one case) from their chair, opened the window, and caught the letter that was swiftly dropped by the bird.

Seeing as it was addressed to them, the peculiar characters tucked the letters away, ignoring the eyes of other officials, and proceeded with the meeting.

Once Norway arrived at his home, only then did he take a decent look at the letter he was given by the owl.

The letter was marked with the distinct symbol of a Nation, so he knew it must have been important for them to contact him in such a manner.

Whatever it is I hope it doesn't involve anything too troubling, he thought.

Norway slowly tore the envelope open. The paper inside described the problem at hand quite clearly and had told him to meet up with the "others" at his dear friend England's place.

"If it involves England's wellbeing, then I guess I don't have a choice."

When Romania entered his home, he faced much of the same thoughts as Norway. Unlike Norway, he wasn't as opposed to an adventure.

What he didn't understand was why Scotland of all people was asking him for help. He may have been friends with his younger brother, but that didn't automatically put them on friendly terms.

"All I have to do is wait. I'll be in England to get answers to the real questions in no time!"

You may be expecting a section like the ones up above with England inserted within. You are very mistaken…

England was furious.

Not only had Scotland interrupted his meeting with an owl, he had done so as he was staying at his house. He had wasted both precious time and paper writing him a letter to explain things he could have in person.

He had also sent it by owl to a room full of non-magical government officials, basically breaking major laws. Now he had to deal with the fact that he was seen with a letter from an owl.

Thank you, Alba. You're such a big help.

To end his internal rant, England addressed the fact that Norway and Romania were supposed to visit his residence in a week's time for more information on the subject. Couldn't Scotland leave well enough alone? Why could he never trust England with his own problems?

Coming out of his enraged trance, England marched up the road to his home more than ready to lecture his older brother.

He slammed the door open with a crack!

"Scotland!" He roared, "If you don't get your arse down here this minute, I'm going to skin your hide, you wanker!"

"Calm down, wee brother," Scotland called from upstairs.

England watched with intensity as Scotland stumbled down the stairs.

"Of course, after sending that barmy letter you immediately get yourself drunk off your rocker," England chastised.

Scotland stared at him. He walked his way over to a chair in the kitchen and sat down.

"Come on an' join me! I get you're pissed, but I can explain myself!" He called from across the house. Since the letter seemed important, England didn't refuse.

"If this is payback for the time I- "

"It's not payback, I swear. I can be generally concerned for your health, y'know," Scotland sighed. "But if you don't want my help, go and deal with that Volde-what's it yerself."

"Oh, that's what this is about. Listen, the prophecy states- "

"I don' care what the prophecy states!" the Scot slammed his hands and the table. "If you have a chance to get rid of the nuisance, I say do it!"

England seethed, "Well, if you stopped interrupting me and listened for once in your life, you would know by now that only the Boy Who Lived can vanquish the Dark Lord!"

"I'm not just going to stand about and watch my brother gets ill! Even if the prophecy suggests him, it will al be for not if the prophecy turns out to be false! What do we do then? If Voldemort rises while m'brother is sick in bed, I don't know if I could help," Scotland ranted.

"You done?"

"Yeah…"

"Good. Now why exactly did you send a letter to Norway and Romania as well?" England inquired.

The Scot sighed. "I originally had a plan to send you three to my magic school. I've heard rumors that the Dark Lord had infiltrated Hogwarts. 'Thought you could go and get rid of him if he tried again this year," he confessed, fiddling with his ever present cigarette, "Though, I find it suspicious the rumor started after the Potter boy's first year of school. Now that you say that the Chosen One is the only one who can vanquish the Dark Lord, I can see the connection."

England pondered over the information. If the rumors were true, Harry Potter may need help. Scotland's original plan would prove more useful than had thought.

England looked at Scotland. "Your plan could work. Not to kill Voldemort of course. We would only be of assistance to the Boy Who Lived if anything."

"This settles it then? Your magic-nerd friends are still allowed to come over, yes?"

"Yes, Allistair, they can still come."

This will be fun.

Thank you so much for reading this! This has been a wish of mine to fulfill for awhile now. Hopefully it is up to your standards.

I want put my own spin on this as to not make this story cliché. If you have any suggestions as to what I can do to not make this mainstream please tell!

Again I thank you for taking time to read this trash

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