Me: OMYGOSH THE LOVE IS OVERLOADING ME! I can't believe so many people like this story already! I can feel the love!

Nikki: Please continue loving this story, you have no idea how happy it makes her. Ash does not own Harry Potter, nor Hetalia. Not even cute little Gilbird.

Chapter 2- The

"No."

"But West!"

"Prussia, I said no."

Harry yawned lightly, blinking his eyes repeatedly in order to fully wake himself up. Harry scanned his surroundings, unsure of where he was or how he got there. All he could remember was taking a walk through an unknown German city and being hit in the back with a strange curse. He recalled shrinking, and quite a bit of pain, but his memory became spotty after that.

"Just look at him! He's so cute and all alone!" A loud voice rang in Harry's sensitive ears as he was picked up and held out in mid-air. Harry glanced down at his self, but thankfully reigned in his shock. He was a bloody cat!

"Prussia, you're scaring the poor cat. Put him down before you hurt him."

Harry glanced up, into bright blue eyes. The eyes were centered in a pale face, including a sharp nose and thin lips. Pale blond hair was slicked back in a military cut.

Harry mewled in surprise as he was jerked back into another body. Twisting slightly, Harry glanced up to look at his current captor. Even paler skin than the male from before caught Harry's eye. The male looked down, and Harry was greeted with crimson eyes. Oddly enough, these eyes did not remind Harry of Voldemort. These eyes held much more emotion and hidden pain. Then with a small gasp, Harry realized the man holding him was an albino.

"Prussia, what if the dogs get a hold of him?" The blond male asked.

Harry was far too confused to register the mention of dogs. Why did the blonde male call the albino Prussia? Wasn't Prussia a dissolved country?

Harry's thoughts were broken by the slam of a door and the entrance of another male.

"Ve~ Ludwig, Gilbert! Ciao!" An excited voice with a hint of an Italian accent called.

Now Harry was really confused. Gilbert, Ludwig, Prussia? Who's who?

"Hallo little Feli!" The albino male called in response.

The blond sighed, as if he dealt with this every day. For all Harry knew, he did.

"Italy, how many times must I tell you to refer to me as Germany?"

Oh goodness, Harry's head was going to explode from the confusion. Germany?! As in the country?!

The albino male must have noticed Harry's distress, even though he wasn't aware of the cause, because the next thing Harry knew, he was sitting on the floor. Harry stood, and took a hesitant step forward, to test his balance in this new form. He also moved slowly because he didn't know how much pain he might be in. Thankful he wasn't in too much pain, but rather only sore from lack of movement.

Harry was able to take a few steps forward, easily getting used to his new body, before jumping back in shock. Trembling slightly, and cursing both his tiny body and the males chuckling at him, Harry peered into the face of what seemed to him to be a giant, but was really only a male of average height. About my height, if I was human, Harry thought.

The male was tan, with light auburn hair and a strange stray curl sticking out to the left of his head. He wore a blue, military-like outfit. His eyes were a wide, bright brown color, much like his hair.

"Ve~ Pretty kitty! Can we keep him, Ludwig?" He asked, smiling widely.

The male reached out slowly, as to not startle Harry, and began running his hand down Harry's back, Harry letting out an embarrassingly loud purr.

"C'mon West! Look, even Feli likes him!" The albino exclaimed.

The blond male sighed once more, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Fine, but you take care of him, and the first time his claws find either the curtains or the couch, he's out. And if those teeth of his find my skin…" He trailed off in a threat, and Harry could barely suppress a shudder. He'd definitely be staying away from that man.

"Yay!" The albino and Italian cried simultaneously.

The albino-I'm just gonna call him Gilbert, Harry thought- scooped Harry up into his arms, and snuggled him to his chest.

Not for the first time, Harry wondered exactly what he'd gotten himself into.

Me: Can you find the cameo Disney quote? Cookies for you if you can! And I'm tired of reading stories where Harry freaks out after changing. Don't you think Post-Hogwarts he'd be used to this? So y Harry is calm. But he's still hot-headed, just it takes more to rile him up. Also, I'm sorry it's short, but at least it's longer than the first! I just had to get this out for all you lovely reviewers!

Nikki: Don't worry, the chapters will get longer. Also, I don't think any other countries will appear for the next few chapters. Harry's still trying to wrap his mind around these three!