A/N: Aha! Welcome back... I hope you do kill me, as I haven't updated since 2k16. I swear, I'll get better, also! England will be a little OOC in some parts. And by a little, I mean a lot of people won't act normal, mwuahah! Everything Not Decided will be revealed in this chapter! Also, some of the houses have changed. I don't want to put too many in England's house. And there were many. Anyways, onward! AMERICA! ITALY! J.K. ROWLING'S NAME IN THE LAST CHPATER IS WRONG, I HAVEN'T SLEPT BUT I REALIZED THAT. SORRY.
America: Hetalia isn't hers, that's Hidekaz Himaryua's! I THINK I SPELLED THAT WRONG
Italy: And Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling~ (I typed that and almost put 'Ve~', but I realized I haven't used that since 2k16)
Also, this will be different from the Order of the Phoenix! 'This is Norwegian' 'This is thoughts' Also, this will be 2k13 at the very least. And another thing, I changed some things for plot. Sorry!
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The confusion had cleared up, and everyone had gone home. France personally wrote everyone about Sep. 1st, and today was then. I mean, it was like a week away. They had all met at Romania's house, and had been aged down, while Norway ran and bought everyone's supplies. Which wasn't cheap and now everyone owed him. Great job you all. Its code for: I don't want to fucking write that out. Anyways! Back on track. Everyone had changed into to normal muggle clothes except for England, and was heading to King Cross station, platform 9 and ¾. Everyone had been aged up or down to at least 5th year, with only Moldova, Latvia, Sealand and Wy, being first years. Seborga was a 2nd year, if you must know. Anyways, they were heading into to central Scotland to get to the station. A couple of minutes later, they reached their destination and were heading towards the wall between 9 and 10. "Okay dudes, so what do we do here?" America asked looking in confusion at the wall. "You walk through it, like this." Norway said, shoving Romania through the wall who popped his head back out. "Ah! Luka you're mean!" he said, pouting. "Don't call me that." Norway said slightly irritated. "Is something wrong with that Ice- Prince?" England asked teasingly. "Screw you guys." Norway said, pushing his carriage through the barrier, as Romania had already gone through, the rest following suit, most laughing at the idiotic nicknames. Everyone gasped as they saw what lay beyond the magical enchantment. "Damn! Now, that is a gorgeous train." Prussia said, awed. Everyone stared at him except for him brothers, who just nodded in agreement while Germany said, "We like trains. We try to make the best of bad memories." Everyone flinched at that, especially the nations who suffered the most like Prussia, Poland, Hungary and Romania, who also instantly understood what he meant. After that moment of tension had passed, they head towards the train, hoping to grab some seats with old friends. England and France managed a carriage with only three people in it, while America, Prussia, Canada, and Belarus managed an empty carriage. Everyone else spread out, with some people making sure to stay close to others, like Switzerland and Liechtenstein. Romania and Moldova got in a carriage together while others grabbed random empty seats.
England POV
France and I had randomly walked into a carriage introducing ourselves to three other 5th years, introducing themselves as Harry, Ron and Hermione. I gasped quietly, realizing who it was and zoning out for a second, nearly falling until France subtly caught me, sitting me down. They stared at me in confusion, while I gleefully thought, 'The chance of getting Potter and friends upon blindly entering a carriage. Unbelievable.' France stared at me worriedly, putting our trunks up in the designated areas. I snapped out of it, and quietly said, "Sorry. That happens sometimes. It's sort of a side effect of... my medicine." 'Yeah, let's establish that' France stared at me in confusion, something like, 'What the hell?!' I quickly said, "It's nothing important, just something for PTSD." France understood, and started going along with it. "Oh, you still have that? Did you bring your medicine?" he said, making the questioning stares of the teens turn on me. "Yes. Alasidair made sure I had them and Dylan's in charge of sending more. And Ian's in charge of..." I got cut off as I started coughing and Francis immediately stood up and yelled, "LUKAS!" sticking his head out of the compartment. I felt the acute taste of iron in my mouth, realizing this as another attack.
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3rd person POV
Harry reached his hand up to his scar, Hermione walking over to Harry quickly. Though, of course when Francis yelled, the whistle had blown meaning no one heard. Ron was staring worriedly at both people in the compartment having a 'moment.' Harry had put his hand down, the pain having stopped but Arthur's coughing hadn't even reached its peak yet. Francis, realizing he would have to help Arthur, as the train was getting started and the walls were sound-proof, as well as he had no clue where anyone was. He slammed the doors shut and was back at Arthur's side in a second, as the other three watched on worriedly, frozen to the spot and unable to help.
France's POV
'Godamn trains. I need Lukas or Vasillica, I don't have time for this!' Quietly, he started talking to Arthur. "Cher, cher, can you hear me? Never mind, of course you can. Where are you being attacked?" even though he was incredibly quiet, they had casted a quick charm to listen in. Ron mouthing,
3rd Person Omnicent POV
"Attacked? What the hell?" the other two simply shrugging, as they didn't have an answer either. As they were doing this, a pale, blond haired male -?- already in his robes with a cross shaped pin holding his hair back burst in. "Oh thank god! Lukas, help!" Francis yelled. Arthur was still coughing, now lying on his side as to not choke on his blood and you know, die, by accident. The new male, now known as Lukas, glared at the three, "It's impolite to cast a spying charm while someone is in pain." Their jaws quickly dropped, horrified by his voice. It has an accent, which was untraceable to them. But no, that was not what caused the terror; it was that a child, a mere 15 year old child, had very little emotions in his voice. Sure, there was a slight undertone that everyone had, but it didn't help matters to much as most people don't pay enough attention the voice, but the voice, it chilled them. Anyways, he rushed over to Arthur, speaking worriedly, 'Arthur. Arthur can you hear me?' to them, speaking in an unknown language. Arthur nodded, unable to respond in any language. 'Good. What region are you being attacked?'At first, Arthur stared at him, because he can't speak before remembering the mind link they established with Romania because they don't have phones. 'York' and as the others watched the unspoken conversation going on, they noticed Lukas frowning. 'Not incredibly close to his heart, but rather close to Scotland. That's worrisome.' He thought. As soon as he thought that, Arthur had coughed rather hard, the blood becoming visible to the non-nations. They all gasped, Hermione almost screaming. "FAEN!" Lukas yelled, surprising the occupants of the carriage. After that had happened, his 'fit' had stopped, with him sitting up tiredly. Francis walked over, using a red cloth to wipe the blood away, cleaning his face. Arthur yawned; grateful he had changed into his uniform before they had left.
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After a couple of minutes Francis excused himself, going to change out of his muggle clothes into the robes. Of course, because they weren't even close to Hogwarts, as they had been stopped by something interfering with the course. Lukas had return back to wherever he was sitting, Francis returned, looking in interest as the three teens ask questions about the male, who was slowly becoming more tired. "Ah, you three must give Arthur a rest. Go get changed." As he said this, the three looked down, realizing that they were in street clothes. "Oh! Thanks for reminding us!" Harry said, blushing. They left the compartment, and Francis sat down next to Arthur, who leaned his head against his shoulder, and Francis started stroking his hair. Arthur leaned into the touch gratefully, falling asleep. The other three walked back in, noticing the scene and becoming mildly bewildered. "So, um, I actually had a question," Ron said, a little bit after he had sat down. Arthur didn't even stir. "Well, multiple questions." Hermione followed up with. "For one, what house are you lot in? Are there more of you, is what happened common?" Harry said, rambling off.
France POV
I rubbed my temple, deciding to just answer the questions. "We need to be sorted, there are about 31 more of us, not counting Lukas, Arthur and myself, and yes, that is a side effect to one of his sicknesses." I started thinking on to what his back story would be. 'Let's see, PTSD from WWII that he does have, so that's easy, and illnesses. Let's start getting Dylan to send some stuff for his insomnia, and say it's for something.' Ron and Harry looked horrified at the thought of 31 other terrifying people with terrifying possible personalities. Where, Hermione looked almost ready to explode from happiness of learning about all the different cultures. "Oh, don't worry; you'll meet them all." I said, smirking evilly. Living for thousands of year certainly had its perks of telling when people were truly terrified. It paid off when he saw the expressions Harry made when he looked at Ron who had an equally horrified expression on his face.
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With Ame, Can, Gil, and Nat,
While they were recovering from the experience that they were just put through, Belarus handed out chocolate to all of them. "So," Alfred said, shakily laughing of the experience, "What house do you think you'll guys get? I say I'm Gryffindor!" he ended this with a signature hero pose. "I don't know. I think I'll either get Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." Belarus answered, before going to change into her colourless robes. (As in no house colours). "Oh, Gil and I both think we'll get Slytherin." Canada said, after Belarus had returned. She noticed while she was gone, the three boys had changed into their robes. "Anyways, as this is not my first time going to Hogwarts, I know that we are almost to our destination! Keseses." Gilbert said, laughing. For no reason. Who the hell knows, it's Prussia! They all sat down, talking. Eventually, Lukas found them and told them what had happened with England. They all worried for him until He told them he was completely fine, and had fallen asleep. He left after a while, and they slowed down, rolling into the area where they would split off and head to the castle. They had the choice of the thestrals, that they all recognized, even the younger ones, or the boats. Al, being freaked out by the thestrals, chose to ride in the boats and dragged them off.
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Francis had also chosen to ride in the boats, even though the golden trio wanted them to ride with them in a carriage. So he carried England bridal style into a random boat that Hagrid had also decided to get in since there were only two people occupying it, not that Arthur noticed, or Francis cared. Arthur had woken up, but he was still a little off, weak and tired. "Hello. So yer some transfer's?" Hagrid asked. "Also, is he okay?" he added as an afterthought, looking at the worryingly unresponsive body of Arthur. "Ah, oui, we are. He's... not exactly good. He started coughing blood up on the train. I suspect it's one of his illnesses. Or, some effect of one of his medicines." France answered. "Ah. I'm Hagrid, by the way. Groundskeeper and Care o' magical creatures teacher." The burly half-giant said, a little awkwardly. "Bonjour. I'm Francis, the representative of France, and this here is Arthur. He's English, but he comes from Durmstrang, as do I and most of the transfers." He answered questions, acting friendly, when suddenly, Arthur shot up, nearly falling into the lake, if Hagrid hadn't caught him. "Whoa! Ye' need to calm down!" the half-giant yelled. "Y-york- it- it burns! It's London all over again..." Arthur yelled, exactly as the boats finally reached the Hogwarts shore.
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Francis started picking Arthur up bridal style, until he screamed. Alfred and the others heard this, and quickly caught up with them."Here, hand him to me!" Alfred yelled. Hagrid was yelling for help, not understanding what was going on. Belarus quickly said, "York?" to Francis, as she noticed his left hand was turning bright red, France only nodded. "I thought so. Alfred, follow me, we need to hurry." She quickly ran off with Al, carrying the whimpering nation. The other first years we watching in worry utterly confused. The micronations and Moldova ran up to them, Sealand almost in tears said, "What's happening with big brother?" the others nodding, Wy actually looking worried. Quietly, Moldova said, "Vas said York was in flames. Almost completely gone. But it's not bad. Just property damages, a couple of small children unlucky enough to not be able to run, the elderly and sick. It's almost over." Sealand was reassured, but the other stared in confusion. "I have a mind connection with Vas, who has one with Lukas and Arthur. He says Arthur's mind is a mess." Everyone was reassured, suddenly got a worried frown. Matthew frowned, and told Hagrid to calm down. Of course, he didn't. But, eventually, he had calmed down enough to start leading all the students up to Hogwarts.
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McGonagall was waiting there worried, as a young man and woman had ran past her carrying an injured student, and the first years hadn't arrived yet, nor any transfers that she could talk to. "Hagrid! What seems to be the matter?" She asked the deathly pale half-giant. "Um, Professor' McGonagall, that be Arthur, fella' started speaking gibberish about York and screaming, and I guess his friend," "Alfred." Matthew supplied. "His friend Alfred, ran past with this girl." "Natalya." Sealand supplied. "Arthur is my brother, but I've never seen that happen! Francis said stuff like that can happen, because he has sickness and all the different medicines can react negatively with each other." Peter exclaimed. "Which one of you is Francis?" The professor asked sharply. Francis tentatively raised his hand to keep up an image of fifteen year old exchange student. "After you and your friends have been sorted, I trust you enough to get everyone up to the task of waiting in the Great Hall until all the other students leave, as I have the feeling there are too many of you to fit in an office, yes?" Francis nodded, but asked, "Why me?" she acted like she didn't hear him and just walked in the little room where they were met with the sight of the other transfers. France sighed in relief as he saw that Lukas and Vasillica were dealing with Arthur, and started to walk towards them when McGonagall suddenly exclaimed, "What is going on here? I leave you all alone and the entire area is trashed?!" he looked around the hall, realizing that it looked like a 'meeting' had just happened. The alcohol table was set up with Liza holding bets on who could drink the most vodka; Russia, Latvia, Finland or Prussia. So far, Prussia had 7, Russia had 12, Finland had 27, and Latvia had a staggering 84 bottles. Sweden had been supplying, and he wasn't even close to being out. England was laying on the floor with his left hand bandaged, and Norway and Romania chanting over him. Denmark and Iceland were having a battle over Disney movies and Italy was cooking pasta. Romano was bitching to Spain and Poland about having to be here, while most of the other nations were watching the game going on. All of the first years were horrified upon entering the waiting hall, some gagging at the smell of the liquor. Sealand questioned, "Is this what a meeting is like? NEAT."
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After a while, they were streaming into the great hall after everything had been cleaned up. The nations who had been drinking were fine, except for Prussia, who was slight staggering. After all the first years had been sorted, Dumbledore stood up and made an announcement. "This year, students, we have set up a program with other countries to send one representative each! To welcome our guests, for the next week, there will only be food from every country. Now, let's have them be sorted." Everyone watched with bated breaths waiting for the first name to be called. "Arslovkaya, Natalya!"
Harry And Friends POV
We hear the first name being called, so we stop our conversation as she walked over to the stool. She wasn't that bad looking, and Ron stated that out loud."GRYFFINDOR!" was heard throughout the room, and we clapped loudly. Happy we got the first transfer, and her robes quickly changed to match our house. She walked over, and sat down next to us, and introduced herself. "Beilschimdt, Gilbert!" Was called next, and a pale skinned, red eyed student slowly staggered up to the stool. "Psst! Natalya, you said you knew all of them. What's wrong with that kid? Is he a Death Eater or something?" Ron asked. "Oh, Gilbert? Many things. But mainly he's albino and had a drinking contest that involved Swedish vodka directly before this. I believe he lost to Brother, Raivis, and Tino." She said absentmindedly. "How much did he have to drink?" was asked at the same time Hermione asked, "He DRANK?" horrified. "Oh, he just had seven bottles of vodka. And yes, we all drink. What's wrong with that? I'm pretty sure your drinking age is 16. His is 14, he's from Prussia." Natalya said, slightly offended. During that was going on, I was watching the sorting as the hat said after a considerable amount of time, "SLYTHERIN!" I was worried that he might become an enemy, but if Fred and George could sneak him more alcohol, I don't think so. But I'm always wrong, as I've been told. The next name to be called was "Beilschimdt, Ludwig!" and I asked, "Hey, Natalya, are they brothers or something? I mean, they look nothing alike." She answered, "Oh, Так. There are many siblings, and multiple twins. I myself have an older sister and brother, but we're all in the same year. It makes it easier."
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We listened to the applause after he too was sent to Slytherin. "Von Bock, Eduard!" was called up next, and a nerdy looking kid with a laptop walked up. "Huh. They got it right." I heard Natalya mumble. "Shouldn't he be last? I mean, there's a V, and we got by alphabet." I heard Ron say. "No. Von doesn't count. His technical last name is just 'Bock' because Von is just- I can't explain." Natalya said. "RAVENCLAW!" was yelled, and they applauded happy that they even got someone. "Oh, well no shit." Natalya said. "Wait, what?" Hermione said. "That's the smart house right? The one you should be in? Well, Eduard has his own website, he's a hacker and he protected himself and 'brothers' of sorts in their old house before we, the little orphanage we all live in, adopted them by outsmarting the foster parents they had. They are brothers of sorts because he, Lat- Ravis and Lithu- Toris come from the Baltic States, Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania." She said the nation names with ease, and slightly stumbled over their actual names. "Sorry. In the little building we all stay in, when working on English some of us with heavier accents couldn't say all of the names as easy as others, so Alfred came up with the idea to call each other by the nations we come from. You'll really understand why that was easier for the English speakers when you meet Felicks, or Poland." The next name called was "Bonnefoy, Francis." And a fabulous looking transfer walked up with gorgeous hair. "I do hope Arthur and he share a house... Otherwise, it'll be worrisome to have to do certain 'things'." She said nervously. "RAVENCLAW!" echoed throughout the room, surprising a lot of people. Namely the nations. Speaking of the transfers, I looked over and saw that there was one who looked like a first year, one who looked like an adult, and Arthur, who was leaning against the wall, with Lukas and some other kid hovering over him. When Francis heading over towards the table, there was a scream, and everyone looked towards the transfers, where Arthur had just screamed out of agony and a random cut sliced his left cheek open. Someone yelled, "BRITAIN!" which was probably one of the transfers, and everyone looked in confusion. Francis ran over there faster than what I thought was possible, and Belarus, Gilbert, and Ludwig stood up quickly. Madam Pomfrey was up, and rushing towards Arthur and the rest of the staff was with her wondering what the hell was going on. I stood up, and walk towards the carnage when everyone else was sitting in confusion. I heard the kid I haven't seen before ask something in a language I couldn't understand. Arthur responded with, "Newcastle!" 'Newcastle ? What does a town in England have to do with anything' the three looked at each other in worry. "He's quickly approaching us Luka. What should we do?" I heard the kid ask. Now, by then the staff had reached the commotion, and Arthur had started coughing. Francis kneeled down and took out the red cloth again, while the staff looked on in confusion, wondering what was going to happen. All of a sudden, they saw the red starting to come from his mouth while Francis wiped it off of his face at the same time it came in, slowly, with just a small trickle. Madam Pomfrey started rushing again and started to cast spells to see what was wrong with him, while McGonagall started to try and calm the school down. Snape levitated him, and started rushing to the hospital wing with Francis, Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore following.
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After a couple of minutes, the sorting started up again. "Braginsky, Ivan" was called out, and Natalya scoffed slightly, seemingly not as worried as we originally thought. "Ivan? Really? Say it with me, Ee-vahn. Not Eye-van." She mumbled sarcastically making Ron snort. Anyways, I leaned in towards them and said, "That's your brother? He looks like he could be a Death Eater or something!" At which Natalya snorted, "Big Brother? He locked himself in a room when he was younger because a hamster didn't want to be friends with him. He's really a big, cuddly five year old." After she said that, the hat yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!" "See? I told you!"a transfer yelled, while someone who looked to be his twin handed him four bottles of maple syrup- "Holy- does that bloke have a POLAR BEAR?!" Ron said, referring to the kid who yelled, while Natalya just laughed, "Oh yes. Matthew does have a polar bear, and he just won a bet. Speaking of which, I did too. Hang on a second." And with that, she stood up, walked over to the kid who lost a bet, and was handed something. She walked back over, and Hermione promptly asked her what she had, which she answered with, "A date with that boy, a target, and these babies," she said, unrolling the bundle which showed to be a vast knife collection. And a couple of large hair bows. "Braginsky, Yekatrina" walked over to the stool, where everyone stared at her, 'assets'. "Hey! Don't look at my sister like that!" both Ivan and Natalya yelled, brandishing a metal pipe and four throwing knives. Everyone immediately stopped, not before her sister giggled, "Ah, you two. I can protect myself, you have no need to worry, Так?" and the noise of a gun being cocked rang throughout the room when the hat was placed on her head. We all sat in silence until the hat yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF". Everyone was silent after that, and the sorting went on. "Fernandez Carriedo, Antonio" was placed into "SLYTHERIN" "Edelstein, Roderich", "Ravenclaw!" The boy, Raivis Galante was put into in Slytherin, we gained a new member who introduced herself as "Hedervary, Elizaveta!", and "Honda, Kiku" was placed into Ravenclaw, when suddenly, all hell broke loose.
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"Jones, Alfred F." We watched as a kid dressed in robes, with a bomber jacket over it bounced over to the stool. Before McGonagall even put the Sorting Hat on him, it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" we clapped again as the Natalya said, "He's sitting next to me." Ron, who was already sitting next to her said, "But I'm here." So she promptly stood up and pushed him off of the bench and waved the kid over. Alfred, being Alfred immediately helped Ron up and let him sit in his spot. "You know, you could have just asked, right?" he said as the rest of the table moved to let them sit next to each other. We were watched as Hermione asked where the he was from. "I'm from the great US of A!" and then, hell went loose. "I know her 'cause we're dating~!" silence was never so quiet, and Natalya stabbed a knife through his hand as Ivan appeared out of nowhere behind them. "And yet... You still chase me around, and ask to become one? And, you never told me you were dating capitalist swine! I HAD A BET! How long have you two been together, actually I might still win." Natalya sat there bewildered as Alfred screamed in pain, and Dumbledore just sat there, watching in interest. "Four months." He quickly counted back on his hand when that would be, and exclaimed, "Aha! In your face Feliciano!~" and sat back down as Kiku rushed over to Alfred, quickly pulling the knife out before skin starting healing around it, and bandaged it. "Nat! You're mean! And, at least I told my family!" Alfred whined, completely forgetting his injury. "No, I told Matthew." Natalya answered. As they argued, the sorting went on. "Kirkland, Jett!" Was also sorted into Gryffindor and Gilbert yelled out, "Oh god! We're at the Kirklands! There are so many of them!" and Jett just nodded sadly. "Kirkland, Arthur!" was yelled, but no one came up. All of the transfers tensed, while everyone starting whispering. Jett yelled out, "He's not in here mates! Go on to Wells!" and the whispering became a little bit louder. "Kirkland, Wellesley!" Was sorted into Hufflepuff, and we kept going on, wondering when it would stop, if they would ever get out, if they would ever get to eat, who knows? "Kirkland, Peter!" was sorted into Gryffindor, "Kirkland, Wisteria!" to Gryffindor as well, "Kjetil, Lukas" To Ravenclaw, "Kohler, Matthias" Was sorted into Gryffindor, "Lukasiewichz, Felicks" was sorted into Slytherin, with a "I see what you mean", "Laurinaitis, Toris!" Went off to Slytherin as well, "Lupei, Vasillica" To, "Ravenclaw!" "Lupei, Aurel!" joined us in Gryffindor, "Steilsson Emil" joined Ivan in Hufflepuff, a terrifying looking transfer named "Oxternia, Berwald" joined us in Gryffindor, scaring the fuck out of Neville, not so much Natalya and Alfred, but even the other transfers were scared. "Vargas, Feliciano!" went to Hufflepuff, but I noticed Kiku and Ludwig looked saddened by that. "Vargas, Lovino!" went to Slytherin, which he looked horrified by, but Antonio, I think he was, looked absolutely ecstatic at the fact, or did he always? And finally, "Vargas, Marcello!" joined his brother in Slytherin. "Vainamoinen, Tino" joined us in Gryffindor, sitting down next to Berwald and hugging him. "Wang," that name got some snickering, "Yao," went up to the stool where before he sat down said quickly, "I am a male! Do not get me confused with other gender!" was sorted in Hufflepuff where he sat down next to Ivan with a huff, who patted his head consolingly. "Wang, Leon!" was sorted into Slytherin, where he sat down next to Lovino. "Williams, Matthew" was sorted into Slytherin, where he sat down next to Gilbert, "Yong Soo, Im" was sorted into Slytherin, where he sat down next to Matthew, and started chatting up a storm. Finally, "Zwingli, Lilli" and "Zwingli, Vash" were both sorted into Gryffindor. Dumbledore stood up ready to give a speech, when Francis walked back in with Snape and Arthur, who was sorted in Ravenclaw, and sat in between Vasillica and Francis, being supported by Francis, and deathly pale.
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Everyone had finished eating, and now everyone was getting up to leave when Francis walked past all the tables yelling, "All transfers! Stay where you are!" After everyone had filed out, and everyone had moved to the same table, McGonagall and the others had converged on them, explaining anything and asking questions. "Hem, hem." Umbridge cleared her throat. "Let's just introduce ourselves, yes? I, am Professor Umbridge, and I teach defense against the dark arts." "I am Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house, and I teach transfiguration." And so they continued on like that, when they reached the transfers, they introduced themselves and said what country they were from. "Okay, enough of that. I am going to read who will share dorms. Five to each dorm, girls can go into either dorm, but males can only go to theirs. You'll all get schedules tomorrow, and you can chose what extra classes to take, and do try to wake up on time tomorrow, yes?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye.
A/N: And there we go. I'll tell you who has what dorm, go down to see it. Funny thing, I wrote out Alfred being sorted, than I was, "Shit, there are so many other people." So I had to write all of that in. I do hope you enjoyed, Poor England though. Okay, so York is his left hand and that was set on fire, and Newcastle is his left cheek, and there was a mass murder there. 3 days, above 5,160 words, Above 29,874 characters, enjoy!
Gryffindor:
America, Denmark, Australia, Sealand, Moldova.
Sweden, Finland, Switzerland, Ron , Harry
Hungary, Belarus, Liechtenstein, Wy , Hermione
Slytherin:
Canada, Prussia, Spain, Germany, Romano
Poland, Lithuania, Draco, Korea, Hong-Kong
Seborga, Latvia, Lucky Guest, Lucky Guest, Lucky Guest
Hufflepuff:
Russia, China, Italy, Iceland, Lucky Guest
Lucky Guest, Ukraine, Lucky Guest, Lucky Guest, Lucky Guest
Ravenclaw:
France, England, Romania, Norway, Japan
China, Austria, Male!Oc, Lucky Guest, Lucky Guest
Luna, Normal!Oc, APS, FotP, Lucky Guest
Hasta La Pasta,
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