I opened my eyes and looked around, feeling my heart thump against my chest as I looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. Several kids in black robes stood, in a line, in a large hall, surrounded by four tables also crowded with kids, ages varying from eleven to maybe about seventeen or eighteen. A higher table holding much older people overlooked the rest, and the ceileing looked like it opened to the heavens above, with several candles floating around.
I could feel my panic rising. Where am I? Where are the others? I looked up at a taller kid standing in front of me, wearing a pink scarf that trailed to the floor and black robes, untidy beige hair covering his ears and his pale skin standing out...
Wait...
"Russia?"
He turned to face me, purple eyes wide.
"Where are we?!"
"I don't know," I murmured. I glanced at everybody else. Another kid, standing right next to me, had overlong sleeves on his robes and a long ash brown ponytail, and his golden brown eyes were flickering around in a panicked way.
"China?!"
"Germany?!"
"It's me!"
"It's me too! Where are we, aru?"
"I have no idea!"
"Bros?" It was America's voice, but slightly higher and a little nasal. I turned to see him, an inch shorter than me, with his glasses pushed up crookedly onto his face and messy dirty blonde hair slightly obscuring his eyes, the cowlick standing out on his appearance, his lean and slightly muscular frame fitting well with his robes.
"It's us!" China hissed.
"So...If that's me, you, and Germany..."
"Don't forget me!"
"Oh hey Russia! Then where is Canada and the others?"
"I'm h-here." It was Canada. He was the same height as America, but not muscular and with his hair smoother, his glasses askew.
"Great!"
"Herro." Japan's voice sounded behind me, along with Italy's "Ve!"
I turned to see them both, Japan easily the shortest out of all of us, his black hair a bit long and his seemingly soulless eyes scanning the crowd, with Italy smiling and waving obnoxiously with his hair in a mess.
"So...Where's Prussia and Romano and England and France?"
"I dunno, but when I find England, I'm gonna kill him," I growled.
"Kill who?" The voice was higher and in a French accent. I turned to see France, his hair shorter and his blue eyes wide. Next to him stood Romano, who looked just like Italy but with darker skin, hair, and green eyes.
"England. Have you seen my brother?"
"Right here, West," He was right behind France, still an inch shorter than me, with his silvery hair spiked and messy.
"And I'm here," England's voice was also higher, and his bushy eyebrows less thick, spiky blonde hair and bright green eyes standing out. I wrapped my hands around his throat and growled,
"What have you done to us?!"
I now realized my voice was higher too...We were all so much younger-looking too...
"You have transformed us into KIDS?!" I tried to make my voice boom but all that came out was a squeak.
"Shhhhh!" A voice shushed. We all turned to see a tall, old woman standing before us. She may have been old but she stood up rigidly in a no-nonsense way. When she spoke, her voice was in the English accent,
"When I call your name, please come up to the stand to be sorted."
"Arnold, Mike."
A small boy, even smaller than Japan, walked up to an old hat set before us on a stool, and slipped it on.
"Where are we?!" I hissed to England. He shrugged and pressed a finger to his lips. We all reluctantly turned to face them.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat suddenly followed and we all jumped in surprise and Italy whispered,
"Wait, what's Gryffindor?!"
"Ava, Mia!" A tall girl with pigtails stepped up to the hat and shoved it onto her head. A full minute later, the mouth opened and shouted,
"RAVENCLAW!"
More applause. We all glanced confusedly at each other until the woman read out,
"Beilschmidt, Gilbert."
I looked at Prussia, who gave me a look that read, How do they know my human name?!
I just nudged him forward, eyes wide.
The rest of us stared as he placed the hat on his head, trembling slightly.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat shouted a mere second afterwards. Prussia stood up and gave me a wide look, until he was pushed towards the table on the far right. The next name was-
"Beilschmidt, Ludwig."
I walked shakily up to the hat. My legs were trembling, there were so many eyes upon me. I ran my hand over my hair, feeling that it was slicked back, as usual, and was just the same length as always. I was tall but not too tall, and I looked normal. I too, had decent muscle, for an eleven year old.
I placed the hat over my head and it whispered in my ear, causing me to jump,
"Hmmm...Difficult mind you've got, Ludwig..."
For a few seconds it murmured to itself before shouting,
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hat was taken off my head and I stood there, feeling shock wash over me. I stood up and walked towards the table on the far left. I closed my eyes, wondering what on earth was happening!
"Bonnefoy, Francis."
France stepped up to the stool, also nervous, so nervous he didn't even flirt with the girls standing nearest him. The hat was placed over his head, which yelled,
"RAVENCLAW!"
France took it off his head and stumbled over to another table, neither Prussia's nor mine, and sat down, looking bewildered.
"Bost, Lily."
Another tiny girl stepped up to the stool. I turned away and looked towards the crowd, searching for my brother. Finally I saw him, on the other end of the room. He was watching the stool very intently as it shouted,
"RAVENCLAW!"
once again. The next name was,
"Braginski, Ivan."
Russia, easily the tallest, stepped up. Even as a child he was slightly chubby, but not very- He looked towards the crowd, purple eyes wide. Some gave a few gasps and I knew that purple wasn't a very common color here.
The hat was placed on it's head and it whispered in it's ear...
(Cut to Russia's POV really quick XD)
"I see...I see, see, see...Troubled mind, eh? You would do well in Slytherin..."
The hat whispered in my ear and I was tempted to knock it off.
"But...There's something here...Naive, you are...Gentle?...Hmm, how difficult, very difficult..."
I sat on the stool for several minutes, feeling my mind racing. What would happen, what would happen, this is all England's fault-
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The hat was yanked off my head and I stood up quickly, knocking the stool over in the process. A few scattered applause, everybody was staring at me. Why?
(Back to Germany's POV :P)
What the hell is a Hufflepuff? I thought.
Everyone was still staring at him, eyes fixed on his own. Like they've never seen bright purple eyes like that...Purple eyes that practically glowed in the light.
The next few people, I lost interest in...I was just waiting for the next of us to be called...
"Honda, Kiku."
I watched Japan walk slowly up to the stool, his eyes fixed on it. As he turned, a few more gasps were emitted from the crowd. His eyes were not much more noticeable, like Russia's, but still, their seemingly soulless look must look shocking.
The hat placed over his head, and I was beginning to see a pattern here...
Each student was sorted into one of four houses, and that house looked like it would be theirs for a very long time...
But for what? I thought.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The hat shouted.
The same House as France.
Poor guy.
After a few more people,
"Jones, Alfred!"
I watched America strut up to the stool and grin at everybody before the hat was placed on his head.
(Quickly cut to America's POV)
The hat whispered in my ear,
"Brave and bold, aren't you? Yet arrogant...A thirst to prove yourself...Slytherin or Gryffindor?"
I have no idea what any of those mean, I thought.
The house murmured a few more things, but I couldn't hear them, because I was too busy wondering how the hell we got here in the first place. Suddenly, the hat shouted,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
(Back to Germany's POV)
Next was England.
"Kirkland, Arthur!"
It was England. He stepped up to the stool calmly and it was placed over his head.
"SLYTHERIN!' It screamed.
The same house as I!
I watched him race towards me, and he plopped down next to me.
"I have an idea of where we are," he said excitedly, "But let's wait until the next get sorted!"
After a lot of people,
"Wang, Yao!"
China stepped bravely up to the stool, his eyes fixed on it in determination. He placed it on his head and everybody waited as the hat whispered in his ear...
(China's POV...I suck)
"Very wise for your age, aren't you?...Hmm...A bit naive, though? Innocent? Gentle? Hmm...Very difficult, very difficult indeed...Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin? Ah yes, there is certainly courage, I see..."
Not Ravenclaw, I thought wildly, Not with France!
"Ravenclaw isn't an option for you, eh?"
And definitely not Slytherin! They don't look so nice!
"You sure? Hmm...Better be,
HUFFLEPUFF!"
(Back to Germany ;-;)
I watched China walk over to the table of Hufflepuffs, and I jabbed England roughly.
"Explain. Now." I growled.
"Shh! Let's finish the sorting!" England hissed back.
"Williams, Matthew."
I watched Canada jog up to the stool and place it on his head...
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Why isn't he with America, his brother? Well, I should be asking the same thing for me and Gilbert...
"Wunder, Sally."
She was sorted into Slytherin, and then,
"Vargas, Feliciano."
It was Italy!
Italy sat on the stool for a whole five minutes until the hat shouted out,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
I watched him join up with America and Prussia, then turned to watch his brother, who was the last on there. His name was then called;
"Vargas, Lovino."
Romano stepped up to the stool and placed it onto his head. It had barely made contact when it declared him a Slytherin.
The tall lady swept away the hat and stool with a wave of a long, thin stick...
Whoa...
A wand?!
"Start explaining," Romano and I told England at the same exact time. he opened his mouth but a girl's voice said,
"Hey!"
He turned to see a short girl with short auburn pigtails and wide green eyes that were narrowed sitting next to him.
"I'm Sally. What's your name?" She asked in a demanding tone.
"Engl- Arthur."
I gave him a funny look- You're only supposed to give close friends and family your name! But something was telling me that I shouldn't tell them my country name, either...
"Well, Arthur," her tone was cold but her eyes were smiling, "It looks like we're in the same House, so we'll have to be friends, right?"
"Um...R-right?" England said nervously.
"Great! Pass me the potatoes, please."
We turned and our jaws dropped as we looked at all the food set before us. I saw sausages...Lots of sausages! And steak! And potatoes! And-
"Tomatoes!" Romano cheered, stuffing a whole one in his mouth and dribbling tomato juice onto his black robes.
We glanced at each other, then at England, who was conversing with Sally.
"An explanation can wait," I said, eyeing the sausages. Romano agreed silently; His mouth was too full of tomato to talk properly.