Prussia Pov
I watched everybody run to their assorted places and high-fived Denmark as he came over, eyes wide.
"Dude! What the hell?! How'd I get here?!"
"It's a mystery," I said mysteriously. He looked like he just peed his pants.
"Shit...I'm scared TT^TT"
"How can you incorporate an emoticon into everyday speech?"
"Eh?"
"...Never mind."
"Bros, this is freaky," America said, eyes wide and face smeared with ketchup from his hamburgers. Italy looked close to tears and clutched onto my side, sobbing.
"THIS FOOD TASTES HORRIBLE AND I'M SCARED AND I WANT GER-LUDWIG!"
"Dude, take a chill pill," America told Italy, and some kid next to us shot a venomous glare as Dumbledore stood up to re-do his interrupted speech.
After giving a few warnings of staying away from the forest, try-outs for Quidditch (uh...what's Quidditch?) and telling us to follow our prefects to our dormitories.
A million questions were exploding through my mind all at once and my thoughts were sludge, thinking,
"MEINGOTTWHATISHAPPENING"
"Dude, you look paler than usual, and that's saying something," Denmark told me. I think my face went a little paler at that statement.
"I just...I don't want to be separated from West, ya know?"
The whole table of Gryffinsomething stood up and followed some tall kid away. Instantly I searched the crowd for the tall, blond figure of my younger brother, but I couldn't see him anywhere! There was a sea of red, yellow, green, and blue.
I think my brother had gone to the blue side...But I don't remember...
HA THERE HE IS! Right there! Next to Romano and Finland and England-
But my view was suddenly blocked by Spain, who glomped me and screeched,
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING HERE-"
"Calm yo titties, Sp-Antonio," I said, eyes wide and pushing him off. The awesome me had no answers for whats going on here either...And I don't like it!
"It's okay, Toni, we'll figure this o-" But before I could even finish my sentence Spain spotted Romano and was over there in a flash. -_-"
Yes, I just sweatdropped.
Deal with it bitches.
I just now noticed, as we were walking, following the tall kid, that Denmark and America and I were all in the same House-thingy! Let's see, there was Gryffinsomething, Slytherinyou, Hufflepuff (seriously, what the hell is a Hufflepuff?!) and Ravenbutt.
Haha...For some reason I don't think that's right but whatever...
We eventually reached this portiat of a fat ugly lady. DAYUM that trip was sooo long! How big was this freakin' castle? What was this place? All questions I needed to ask England...
"Apricot," The tall kid at the head of the line said, and then I noticed something that almost made me freak out-The picture was...Moving?!
The fat lady nodded and swung forward, where a large, gaping dark hole (hehehehehe) was in the wall leading into a room that I felt suddenly anxious to get into.
Italy (still cutting off all blood flow from my arm) looked up and whimpered fearfully. Kids gave him a few weird looks and just kept walking forward, lifting their legs over the hole.
I followed and peeked inside, and I'm pretty sure that my eyes almost popped out of their sockets in amazement. A large room with red and gold hangings was awaiting, with cozy armchairs and a roaring fireplace!
Okay, this shit was cool. But I still had no freakin' clue what we were doing here! I turned to another girl who looked maybe two or three years older and asked,
"So, tell me, what exactly is this place?"
"Well, this is Hogwarts. You should know all about it," She gave us a weird look, "Are you guys from around here?"
"Uh, no," America said, before extending his hand out, "The name is Alfred."
"Laci," The girl said, and shook hands with him. After a moment of us staring at her, she raised an eyebrow and said,
"Well, Hogwarts is a place of magic. There are four Houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. You guys just got sorted into Gryffindor, which is the House of bravery. Seriously, how do you not know this?"
"I'm from America and this actually sounds kinda familiar..."Alfred said, pausing to think.
"I'm from Denmark, he's from Italy, and he's from Pru-" Denmark choked on his tongue and kept trying to say "Prussia", but he seemed to be unable to say it. Laci stared at him and I sighed,
"My name is Gilbert and I'm from Pr-" My tongue rolled back on itself and I gagged,
sputtering, until Italy said,
"He's from East Germany."
Instantly, Denmark and I were back to normal.
"Uh...What the fudge?" Denmark asked me, eyes wide. I shrugged. Italy began crying in pure confusion as we were escorted up to our dorm, wher several beds awaited. Forgetting every question the awesome me I had, I jumped right onto mine and stretched out, relaxed.
'Ahhhhhhhhhh...'
I can save all me questions for tomorrow.
Long wait is long. DX I'M SORRY! I ran out of ideas. Like seriously.
SO!
I made a plan.
This is a funny/serious book.
Some character's chapters will be serious.
And some will not.
Hence the reason for this chapter XD
-Swiftleaf