Arthur Kirkland And the Job

Chapter One

Prussia should have known this would happen. After all he'd known England for years. But he supposed even he was entitled to an unawesome moment every now and again. Getting tricked was definitely unawesome.

England, arrogant tea-loving jackass, had ditched him. Ditched the Awesome Prussia. He was pissed. They'd had an agreement and that so called 'gentleman' had broken it. Prussia had gone to his house to find it empty. That meant he was hiding on the wizarding side of his country. It had taken Prussia three weeks—three freaking weeks—to convince West his 'vacation' did not mean he was up to something. And when he'd arrived to leave with England, the bastard, was gone.

After breaking England's good china, Prussia sat down to drink some of the beer the man had in his fridge. He'd gotten lucky. Obviously Eyebrows had bought it at the last World Conference, which had been held in Germany. That had of course been the one he'd gotten the whole idea in. He'd gone to it, a rare occasion since his little brother had started learning it was necessary to sneak off so Prussia wouldn't follow. He'd been hanging around Antonio and Francis, Antonio's little boy toy (aka Romano) had been giving them the evil eye the entire time. Then as he was thinking how bored he'd been at West's, England had gotten in an argument with America over the existence of fairies and had mentioned Hogwarts.

Prussia had become curious and decided to investigate. Since he of course had been going to the Wolf's Howl for years (West still hadn't figured out why he kept getting bills for flights to England he never went on and, since Prussia had long ago figured out methods of making his brother not realize he'd left the house, West hadn't even suspected him. Prussia wondered if Ludwig would ever discover the reason behind them.), he went there to ask around. Discovering the magical school, spoken of bitterly by most of the patrons, he'd began to think. Then he'd came up with the perfect plan. He was bored, West was starting to get annoyed with Prussia 'accidentally' bursting in every time Italy and West were just getting into it, and Prussia was curious.

And now all of that planning had been ruined. Annoyed Prussia eyed the glass on the floor evenly. What the hell, he decided. Prussia pulled out the wand he'd kept on him for years and promptly repaired all of England's very expensive, very old china only to break them again. Feeling much better at this Prussia quickly put the wand back in its holder.

The nations, on principle, interacted with their magical communities reluctantly. That was except for Norway, England, and Prussia. Without telling Germany, who he hadn't been introduced to that side of his government anyway, Prussia became the representation of magical Germany and magical Prussia. At the time it was because Ludwig had just almost died when the Holy Roman Empire had broken up. When things had begun to settle down Prussia had decided that honestly West was stressed enough and dealing with magic would fry his delicate psyche. It was all for the best. And now, with New Prussia in Canada, that was all that Prussia laid claim to.

The wand he had today had been a gift. From a wizard that even England should be familiar with. Gellert Grindelwald. Prussia had not only been involved in Nazi Germany during World War II, but with Grindelwald's plans. The man had taught him magic and given the wand, created by Grindelwald himself, as a gift. Prussia hadn't used it in years, but knew it would come in handy.

All this of course was a secret, no one, no one, knew Prussia not only had been involved in magic, but was actually skilled in it. Especially not England. Prussia decided to fix and break the china one more time before heading out. He needed to find a room in the Leaky Cauldron and get ready. England wouldn't shake him off this easily. And there would be hell to pay. Definite hell, Prussia thought darkly as he quickly took the small fortune in Wizarding gold he'd found hidden in England's 'Magic Room'.

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Ernie Macmillan wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten involved in this, but by now he knew it was too late. The albino man had already taken his wand and they were in Knockturn Alley, which didn't have the type of people who'd come to a thirteen year old's pleas for help. Looking up hopelessly at his silvery hair Ernie wondered why he had such horrible luck.

He hadn't meant to hit the man. Or to send what was clearly very expensive potions splattering all over the streets, but Ernie had been distracted. He'd been stealing another quick glance at the Firebolt, the front of the store now empty in the dimming twilight, and had been on the way to the Leaky Cauldron to meet up with his parents. The next thing he knew he rammed into the stranger and there was loud cursing in a strange voice. Ernie had stared down at the broken vials. And by the time it had clicked what had happened, the man had plucked his wand and was dragging him away.

The apologizes had died in Ernie's throat when he realized where they were headed and now he was trying to think of a reason why he was being pulled into and empty pub other than to be murdered.

The man pushed him into a sit and Ernie stiffened ready to fight. To his amazement, and confusion, the man ignored him and promptly ordered a beer with an accent Ernie only faintly recognized as German. The surprise didn't stop there, because not only was the man very young looking despite his silver hair, his eyes were red. Bright red as they examined Ernie over the bottle.

Ernie prayed to God this man wasn't a pedophile or something worse. Finally after taking a deep drink the stranger spoke.

"You're a Hogwarts student, ja?" the man questioned, blandly. Ernie blinked, out of everything he'd expected, which included this man being Voldemort reborn to him turning out to be a Nazi this wasn't even close. Hannah had always accused Ernie of having an overactive imagination.

"Er, yes." Ernie managed. The man nodded and smirk spreading across his face. Ernie was instantly reminded of Draco Malfoy. Except unlike the rude pompous Slytherin this man looked dangerous. Very dangerous.

"How do you get on the platform?" the man asked taking another swig. Ernie blinked.

"What?"

The man scowled and rolled his eyes, muttering something about 'eyebrows'. "I said how do you get on the platform? Do not make the awesome me repeat myself again."

Ernie wondered if he'd heard that correctly. Had this man honestly just referred to himself as 'the awesome me'. Not only was his grammar terrible, but he sounded even more pompous than Ernie himself. Finally it clicked what he meant and Ernie instantly felt suspicious. Perhaps this man really was a pedophile?

"Listen you brat, I'm here to find Eyebrows. He's going to be teaching at your school this year and the bastard abandoned me in the middle of a foreign country with no means to support myself. And after all we'd been through together to." Ernie personally thought the teary eyes and hurt voice was laying it on a bit thick, but he didn't look like he was lying. Besides the very Hufflepuff part of Ernie's nature didn't like to see someone abandoned.

So Ernie began to explain to the weird albino German how to get onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. By the time he'd finished the albino was practically cackling and had bought Ernie his first taste of alcohol. After spending another hour drinking with a happy German Ernie was escorted to the front of the Leaky Cauldron. Ernie only had time to vaguely wonder if he'd done the right thing before throwing up on his panicked Mother's new shoes.