It was all a little awkward when Prussia and Canada got into the theatre, they'd arrived early, and the previews hadn't even started yet. Hating silence Prussia decided to try and make small talk.

'So... What's it like at your place?'

'A-a little cold, w-we've got a lot of unusual a-animals too. O-oh and we've got a lot of Hockey stuff...'

'Hockey?'

'Ice Hockey, it's huge at h-home.'

'Oh, awesome! You'll have to show the awesome me to play some time!'

'Yeah, I'd like that.' Canada smiled and relaxed. He'd been put on edge by America's idiocy, but was now recovering from over exposure to the American. Prussia grinned back at the younger nation, awesome-flies attacking his stomach (Yes, Awesome-flies, Prussia's way too manly for butterflies!)

'C'mon, this way!' England yelled, dragging France and America into the theatre. They'd agreed to see Harry Potter, as it was a joint favourite of the three, even though England had already seen it. Six times.

'We're coming Mon petit Lapin! The movie hasn't even started yet!' France laughed at Brits excitement.

'YEAH BUT WE DON'T WANT TO MISS ANY OF THE AWESOME FRANCIS!' America cried, trying to run ahead, but restricted by the baby leash. France shook his head; it was moments like this that you could really tell the two were related.

'D'accord! I'm coming!' France chuckled and ran after them.

'OH FOR THE LOVE OF MAPLES!' Canada screamed, making Prussia jump. They'd been having an interesting conversation about maple syrup and Gilbird when Canada randomly yelled.

'Mein Gott! What the hell's going on Mattie?'

'Al, Francis and Arthur are all fucking here!' Canada growled.

'Yeah, but aren't Artie and FailFred Harry potter nerds?'

'Yeah, i s'pose.'

'So they're probably just here for Artie to fanboy while Francis gropes him.' Prussia reassured, slinging a casual arm over Canada's shoulder. Canada stiffened slightly, shocked by the sudden movement, but quickly settled into the crook of Prussia's arm.

'I AM TELLING YOU IGGY! LUNA ENDS UP WITH NEVILLE!'

'NO SHE DOESN'T! NEVILLE MARRIES HANNAH ABOTT!'

'THEN WHAT ABOUT LUNA?'

'Ahem, I think you'll find that Mademoiselle Luna ends up with monsieur Rolf Scamander.'

'WHO ON EARTH IS HE?'

'Alfred, do you have to fucking deafen us? Any way, if my memory serves correctly, judging by his surname he's the son of the man who wrote Magical Beasts and Where to Find them.'

'Oui, correct mon petit lapin.' France muttered in England's ear, and then lightly kissed the top of the smaller nations head. 'DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?' America demanded.

'Oui.' France replied, grinning craftily. He winked at America and went back to kissing England.

Growing more and more bored by the second, and currently unable to have another Potter conversation with England (France was currently licking his face off), America started to kick the chair in front of him. We all know how infuriating it is when people do that, but America had no consideration for the smallish Italian man in front of him.

'Vee~ Doitsu!' Italy whispered urgently in the taller countries ear, tugging on his sleeve.

'Yes Feli?'

'Vee~ someone keeps kicking my chair!'

'Tell them to stop then! I need to keep an eye on Bruder.'

'Ve... But what if they're bigger than me and scary?'

'Well, turn around and check how big they are first.' Italy's head whipped round, he caught a brief glimpse of America and poked Germany.

'Ve! Doitsu! They're bigger than me!'

'Fine, Fine, don't worry I'll sort this out.' Like always Germany thought and turned around.

'Excuse me sir, do you mind not kicking my boy-'

'GERMANY!' America cut him off.

'Germany?' England and France asked in unison, pulling apart.

'Vee! I'm here too!'

'FELI MAH MAIN MAN!' America yelled and high fived the Italian.

'VEE! YES AMERICAAAA!' The two nations carried on in this manner for quite some time while the others merely stared at them in disbelief. Eventually Germany managed to shush Italy and the group settled down.

Canada sat there, eye twitching slightly. America and Italy were being so loud that the whole audience could hear them.

'Gil, this is getting annoying now.'

'What is?' Prussia asked, worried that he'd managed to annoy the younger nation.

'Your brother and Feliciano are spying on us too.'

'MEIN GOTT WEST! THAT'S JUST UNAWESOME!'

'G-Gilbert, calm down, people are l-looking.'

'Oh, sorry Mattie, I'm just sick of West treating me like a kid!'

'W-wait, aren't you the older brother?'

'Yeah, that's what really pisses me off!'

'I-I have a plan to get rid of them...'

'Oh yeah?'

'But it involves some outside help, and we'll have to move cinema...'

'All right, spill.'

'I-in a moment, b-but first, I-I need you to lean forward...' Gilbert did so, raising an eyebrow, he trusted Canada not to do anything odd. Canada lent forward as well, slipping his phone from his pocket. Canada brushed his lips lightly against Prussia's quickly texting France at the same time. 3..2...1...america.

'OHMAHGAWD NO. PRUSSIA MOVE AWAY FROM MATTIE!'

'ALFRED SHUT UP, IT'S ABOUT TO START!' England yelled, not noticing France grinning slightly as he checked his phone. He smiled at the message from Canada.

Distract the stalkers, Gil and I need to go.

'Hey, Amérique, Harry Potter is better than Twilight!' France yelled.

'NO IT ISN'T TWILIGHT IS AWESOME!'

'Awesome my arse!' England yelled.

'WELL I DON'T SEE ANY OF YOU LOT CREATING SUCH BADASS VAMPIRES!'

'THEY SPARKLE FOR GOODNESS SAKE! AND YES THERE ARE!'

'OH YEAH? WHO?'

'DRACULA!'

'HE'S FROM TRANSYLVANIA!'

'YES, BUT MOST OF THE STORY HAPPENS IN WHITBY AND THE BLOKE WHO WROTE DRACULA WAS BRITISH SO HA!'

While the two nations were arguing Canada and Prussia managed to sneak out without being seen...

Or so they thought...

DUUUN DUUUN DUUUUUUUUN!

BAD CLIFF HANGER.

pfft, sorry this is late.

It's been one hell of a busy half term!

btw, no offense to Twilight lovers, but Harry Potter's better :)

This took a while because I got sucked back into the Potterverse...

I didn't even need to look up who Luna ended up with...

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