Wow I can't believe people actually like this, it makes me so happy. Just knowing that even a few of you are interested gives me motivation to continue. This is important, because otherwise I take forever to update. Anyway, that you so much!

And as to the guest review on the last chapter, the answer is yes, I will include a few pairings. They won't be the major focal point of this story, but they will play into it. GerIta for sure, and I'm thinking Ameripan and FrUk. (Those last two aren't decided for sure, as I also ship UsUk) I don't think I'll be having Russia or China in any romantic relationships, I'll barely be able to write their normal characters as it is. I just don't have a great enough grasp on their personalities to be able to write them in a relationship. With that said, if you ever feel a character is OOC, please tell me. I really need it so I can improve my writing with them.

Another heads up, I won't be including their accents in their dialogue. You can probably imagine them in your head, you don't need me to write them out for you.

Chapter Two: To Be Young Again

"Tell us again, one more time please," Germany asked, looking England in the eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. The others nodded, silently supporting the German's question.

England sighed. After he had contacted everyone (Everyone being Germany, North Italy, Japan, America, France, China, and Russia) he had had them all agree to meet him at his house on August 19th. During that interval he had been trying to set everything up so that his plan would actually be able to happen. It wouldn't be good if they showed up at Hogwarts out of the blue.

"I am going to transform all of you into fifteen year olds, and I've already enrolled you into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I will be a teacher at the school," He told the gathered nations. Thinking back to when he asked for the job, England was glad to have had it gone so smoothly.

FLASH BACK

Looking down at the completed letter and resume, England nodded his head in satisfaction. It had taken him a while to find the correct format, and then he had had to fill the entire thing out. He'd had to drag up old acquaintances to serve as his recommendations, and that was tricky in and of itself since many of them were dead. He'd also researched the recent history of the school, since although he was aware of the major points he was sorely lacking in the finesse of the school as of late. But after all of that, finally it was finished. Hopefully it would convince the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, to take him on.

Dear Headmaster Dumbledore:

I am writing to ask you if I could possibly take on the position of History of Magic Professor. I understand that you already have one, but he is in fact a ghost, and studies conducted in recent years show that the students haven't been doing the best in the subject due to the fact that he only repeats the same topic over and over. I'm not saying to get rid of him, I'm merely suggesting that you allow a different teacher for a single year to see if it helps the students at all. Of course, if at the end of the year you decide that you liked his method of teaching better, I will understand completely and leave you in peace to direct Hogwarts. Enclosed in this letter I have included a list of my capabilities and my recommendations. I hope to be able to see you this year.

Also, I would like to ask you about the possibility of foreign exchange students visiting Hogwarts. I feel that they would provide valuable insight for the other students about wizarding in other regions of the world.

Sincerely,

Arthur Kirkland

On another page he had placed the odds and ends that would look impressive on an application. He, of course, didn't say everything that he could do, as that would look suspicious and make Dumbledore doubt his legitimacy. That was something England strived to avoid for as long as possible, though he suspected that he wouldn't be able to elude his keen eye and mind forever. It was of the utmost importance that no one found out about their true identities.

England spent the time waiting for a reply by brushing up on his knowledge of recent wizarding events. He was just reading about the Quidditch World Cup that took place last year (Ireland won, now England knew why he had been even more insufferable for the past few months) when the fire in his fireplace turned bright green and a letter fired out of it. Calmly reaching over and picking it up, England opened it to read the Headmaster's answer.

Dear Mr. Kirkland:

I would be delighted to have you as History of Magic Professor for a year. You are correct, it is high time for a change in subject material. Professor Binns will remain on campus should you need any help, you'll most likely find him in the Teachers' Lounge.

And concerning your idea for foreign students, I think it would be a wondrous opportunity. If you know of any that are interested in visiting our school, please send me their information in a return letter.

Term starts September 1, but teachers must arrive by no later than the 20th of August. I look forward to you joining our staff.

Sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

England blinked in surprise. That was actually quite easy and simple. He hadn't thought that Dumbledore would so easily accept him in. Of course he was glad, but it still made him slightly uneasy. However, he pushed those feelings aside, and instead focused on filling out 'paperwork' that would allow the others to attend Hogwarts as foreign students. He would just have to think carefully about Dumbledore's actions at another time, most likely after he had actually met the man.

FLASH BACK ENDS

"So, how exactly are you going to make us younger, dude?" America asked, reclining in one of England's stuffed chairs in the living room. Everyone was in there, and England was glad that the room was spacious with plenty of places to sit. They were all looking at him in varying degrees of interest and attention; Italy was playing with one of Germany's hands while occasionally glancing around the room at the knick knacks England had acquired during his lifetime. Germany, of course, had his attention focused solely on the matter at hand, as did Japan, China, France, and Russia. America had his feet on the coffee table, despite the many numerous times England had told him off for it, and was loudly smacking some bubble gum. He even accentuated his question by blowing a bubble and making it pop noisily.

"Shì*, and how do you expect us to fit in with such young people from your country?" China asked, sitting forwards in his seat with an intense look on his feet. Germany and Japan nodded to show that they wanted to know as well, while Russia smiled at England.

"Da, and why must we help you again? I want to know before I decide to make myself vulnerable to you." Russia's words seemed to be reflected in the others' eyes, and England took a deep breath to ready himself for the long explanation waiting.

"I suppose it's best for me to answer your question first Russia. I need your help because otherwise there is every possibility that Harry Potter will be killed, which would be very bad for all of us because," Again, England took a breath. This part will certainly make them feel almost as rattled as he was. "Voldemort has returned."

His words had the effect he was expecting. Immediately everyone was paying him attention with grim looks on their faces; even Italy was focused now, no longer smacking Germany's hand around but holding onto it tightly.

"Is he really?" France asked, face paler than normal.

"Yes. He returned last week," England replied, his face stony.

They all knew of Voldemort. Of how he had killed so many people years back, and had done so many unspeakable things. While his work had been mainly focused in the United Kingdom, they were all aware that he would have eventually spread his dominion over the rest of the world. Having seen how badly England and his brothers Scotland, Ireland, and Wales had been affected by it, none of them were anxious for that to happen, both for their own sakes and those of their people.

After a few moments, England continued. "I have a potion brewed that will turn your appearances younger, and then I have some pendants for you to wear," Here England held up one of the pendants. It had the Italian colors on it, and appeared to almost be some sort of gemstone, "that will extend the potion's effects throughout the year. That way you won't randomly sprout up during one of your classes."

"Hey, look, those are my colors!" Italy exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the necklace in England's grasp.

England nodded. "Yes, I put the colors of your flags on them as a sort of keepsake for you. If anyone asks, say it's another way of showing where you are from."

The others nodded in affirmation, Italy still smiling slightly at the pendant. England cleared his throat and continued as he finally lowered his arm.

"And about how you'll fit in, you don't have to completely. You're supposed to be foreigners, like you are. The only thing you should know is how wizards act around each other, but you should just focus on the ways from your countries. No doubt that the students will want to know about your traditions. I trust that you all have some experience in your magic…?" He didn't really need to ask, because even though England was one of the nations with the strongest connection to his magical side, they all had them.

Once everyone had confirmed that they did, in fact, know their way around their national wizarding traditions, England stood up.

"Then follow me," He said, and led them down to his basement.

"Why are we going to your basement man?" America asked, peering uneasily around at the walls. The others had already filled out the room, and England was busy filling cups full of the potion that was in a large cauldron in one corner.

"Because we don't need anyone accidently peering in and seeing you change into teenagers. Now, drink this," England replied, handing America the first cup of the questionable substance.

America sniffed it hesitantly and drew back, making a disgusted face. "Dude, what's in this? It smells like something crawled in it and died." Italy, who had also just been handed a cup, balked and handed it off to Germany, who took it with a raised eyebrow but no further comment at the moment.

Smirking, England nonchalantly said, "Oh, that's not too far from the truth." Becoming serious once again, he gave Russia a cup. "Look, it's fine, you just need to drink it quickly to get it over with. School starts in a couple of weeks, and you'll be spending the time until then in the Leaky Cauldron that's right next to Diagon Alley, a wizard's shopping center in London. Then you'll go to Kings Cross Station and board the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9 and three quarters. Just, you need to get a move on."

The others all looked at each other, hesitant to be the first one. Then, America sighed, tilted back his head, and downed the potion in one. Immediately he began to shrink, although he didn't go down too much lower than his normal height. In a matter of moments he looked just like an average teenager. An average teenager who had stuck out his tongue and was trying to wipe it off with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Ugh that was disgusting!" His initiative was enough for the rest, and pretty soon there were a bunch of '15' year old boys standing in front of England, all wearing differing looks of distaste. England smiled and clapped his hands together.

"Alright, time to get your school supplies!"

*Mandarin- A way to say yes