Thank you to all of you people who reviewed, followed, and favorited! Mostly I'm happy about reviews, WHICH I NEED MORE OF BTW! Not trying to pressure you or anything. :3 Anyways, here is the first chapter of this fanfic! Meanwhile, here's some riddles!:

1. Railroad crossings railrod roads. How do you spell this without any "r"s?

2. A horse can eat a bale of hay a few feet in front of it, but it has a rope around its neck. How is this possible?

3. NASA was considering sending canaries into space to study them under zero gravity. The project was scrapped when someone realized that in spite of having sufficient water supplies, they could die of dehydration within a few hours. Why?

4. Anybody else notice how much of a Gary-stu Superman is?

Okay, so that last one isn't a riddle, but seriously, I hate superheroes! Like, they get all this credit and girls are always having to be saved! Why don't the guys get kidnapped for once? And Superman is indestructible, can turn back time, can fly and has a bunch of other powers, and is a superhero! I mean, is that not Gary-stuish or what?

Ahem, sorry that has nothing to do with this. Eh heh…. ^.^'

Chapter 1

Four Years Later…

It was a normal World Meeting, and it really was normal. Nobody was talking as Germany presented whatever it was they present. America and Italy were being especially quiet, but over the course of four years, it had become a normal occurrence. There were times when a bit of their normal selves came out, but even that was rare.

"I have a problem in my country that I may need help with," England announced once it was his turn to talk. "A wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort is on the run killing hundreds of normal humans, and a boy by the name of Harry Potter has been prophesized to have to kill them. I need a few nations to help assist me in protecting him." Normally America would deny the existence of wizards, but England wasn't done talking yet. "And I believe they may know a way to find Canada and Romano." Over the course of four years, they had also finally remembered Canada after a few nations beat it into their heads.

America and Italy immediately volunteered to help once they heard the names of their elder brothers. (A/N: Yes, I'm making Canada older than America because of Vinland) Norway and Romania also volunteered, as well as the Bad Touch Trio. Germany and Japan came as well because they liked to monitor Italy and America's health in fear that they will grow into a depression without their brothers.

"Thank you," England sighed, relieved to have people help him.

Meanwhile, at the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley were talking when two boys came down the stairs. One of them had wavy blonde hair and violet eyes covered with glasses, and the other boy had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The blonde haired boy was carrying a polar bear and they both had a rebellious curl sticking out of their hair. The Golden Trio smiled.

"Hi Matthew, hey Lovino," Harry greeted. Matthew and Lovino smiled and greeted them back.

Back with the nations, England turned the nations who volunteered into fifteen year olds and brought them to Diagon Alley. Italy and Spain got cats and everyone else got owls. They got the books they needed and their wands.

(Actually, at first I put some wand stuff down, but then I decided against it. Leave the wands up to your imagination. I'm really sorry, but I can't think of anything. If you guys want to put out some suggestions, I'll be more than happy to put those down)

America and Italy were slightly hoping that they'd see Canada and Romano, but much to their disappointment, they did not see them. They knew that it was highly unlikely that they'd see them, but they couldn't forget the possibility. They didn't realize that, as soon as they entered Hogwarts, they'd be surprised by what they find.

America and the other nations had gotten their own compartments, but there was no sign of the Boy-Who-Lived. As they entered the castle, however, America was sure that he saw Harry Potter, along with two curls, one blonde and one dark brown. When he blinked, they were gone.

After all the first years were sorted, Dumbledore stood up. "I am proud to say that we have a new transfer program that we are trying out. When I call your name, please come up. Beilshmidt, Gilbert!" Prussia, also known as Gilbert, sauntered up to the hat and, after a while, his eyes widened before the hat called out,

"SLYTHERIN!" Gilbert quickly made his way to the cheering table.

"Beilshmidt, Ludwig!" Germany, also known as Ludwig, made his way up to the hat. Like his brother, his eyes widened before the hat called out,

"SLYTHERIN!" Ludwig sat next to his brother. This same thing happened quite a lot.

"Bonnefoy, Francis!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Bondevik, Lukas!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Carriedo, Antonio!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Honda, Kiku!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Jones, Alfred F.!" Many eyes looked between Alfred and a boy that looked oddly enough like him at the Gryffindor table.

"Another one, eh?" The Sorting Hat whispered. "America, is it? Oh ho ho! You're missing your brother! Canada, is it?" Alfred stiffened.

"How do you know about Canada?" He growled mentally. "Who are you?" The hat laughed.

"Do not worry America, I'll keep your secret," the hat said. "Now, where to put you. You desperately miss your brother. Hmm... You're very rash, but you do have hidden intelligence, but you don't seek more knowledge, so not Ravenclaw. Since your brother has left, you only trust Italy, so definitely not Hufflepuff. You would never be Slytherin, though I do see hidden ambition. I guess the only one for you is… GRYFFINDOR!" Alfred took off the hat and made his way to the red and gold table.

"Kirkland, Arthur!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Vargas, Feliciano!" There were many curious and surprised looks at the Italian nation as he made his way to the hat.

"Oh, you also lost a brother, didn't you North Italy?" The hat laughed. "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret. Who are you missing? Ah yes, South Italy, or Romano was it."

"Don't you dare speak of my brother as if you know him!" Feliciano mentally snarled.

"Now, now, don't worry," the hat said. "I won't mention him again. Let's see, once upon a time you would have been Hufflepuff, but I see that that is no longer the case. Definitely not Slytherin, and not Ravenclaw either. I guess it should be… GRYFFINDOR!"

"Vasilescu, Vladimir!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Thank you, now we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor…" Dumbledore continued talking, and then that Umbridge lady interrupted him, and everyone was completely relieved when they could finally start eating.

"AHHH! ZIS STUFF IZ BRITISH FOOD!" Francis yelled in horror. The nations leaned away from the plates, but Kiku decided to take a step and tentatively ate the food.

"Wait, everyone, this food is not bad," he said. "I guess it is just Arthur-san's cooking." The nations sighed, but Arthur looked insulted.

"Why, I never!" He huffed and continued eating.

"Uhh, why do you assume that our food is bad?" Harry asked Alfred.

"Arthur is a Brit, and his cooking is terrible," Alfred explained, but then his gaze noticed a lock of blonde hair. At the same time, Feliciano, who was sitting next to him, noticed a lock of dark brown hair. Both of those people had a rebellious curl hanging off to the side.

"Mattie?" Alfred said hesitantly.

"Fratello?" Feliciano said hesitantly as well. Matthew and Lovino looked at them and opened their mouths to say the same thing.

"Who are you?"

DUN DUN DUN! Sorry I left you guys on a cliffhanger, but I just had to! It was just too good of an opportunity to miss! Hehe, please don't kill me or else I won't be able to update! Btw, REVIEW IF YOU WANT MORE OR I WON'T CONTINUE FOR MONTHS ON END! AND PLEASE NOTE THAT SOME OF THIS STUFF MAY BE INACCURATE BECAUSE I HAVEN'T READ HARRY POTTER IN FOREVER!

Uhh… so I finished writing this during school, but now I need some help. My cousin's school just ended and she told me that she needed some help. It turns out that, during her last period, she began crying and she doesn't even know why. All they did was play basketball in gym, and even though she hates all sports and apparently can't play any, she says that that's no reason to cry. Can anybody help me? Or her? I'd really appreciate it. My cousin has had problems with her emotional health for a while now, so….