Chapter Two
England woke up with a heavy feeling in his stomach. He looked out of his bedroom window and saw that it was a lovely day outside- how bloody ironic. It had to be one of the only sunny days that year, after all, it was Britain, and it was also August 31st. It was the day that England had been trying to forget ever since he'd made that announcement at the meeting. It was the day where he would have to take the other nations shopping. He shuddered at the thought of Italy prancing around Diagon Alley, France hitting on all of the girls and most of all, most of all: America. If anyone was going to give the game away then it would be him. What with his insufferable loud voice, highly obnoxious laugh and shockingly good looks, America would definitely grab everyone's attention. England froze as he walked into the kitchen. Shockingly good looks? The magic must be getting to me already…
Sighing, England pulled out his iPhone from the kitchen drawer. There was no way he'd have it in his bedroom, he believed that if someone needed him that urgently then they would ring the landline. He saw that he had one new message, from America: "Dude, I am so freaking excited to be going magic shopping with ya! Kinda reminds you of old times don't it? Anyway, it's gonna be so freaking cool. Don't worry I'll be there on time, the Hero is never late! Well, not much anyway: D See ya later." England sighed for the umpteenth time that morning and tried to ignore the blush on his cheeks. America always sent him texts; he still didn't know why it always made him blush. He glanced at the clock and saw that he only had an hour of peace left before he had to stay in the company of the nations for the whole day and then after that the entire year. England decided that he would do what any other Brit would do in a time of crisis; he made a cup of tea and wallowed in self-pity.
When England arrived at the meeting room, he found that many nations were already there. This was either due to excitement (Spain and Italy) or due to strict and precise timekeeping skills (Germany and Russia). England walked into the room to be greeted by Prussia waving… something. "England, the awesome me is totally ready for this un-awesome trip. Look, I even came prepared, unlike those two losers." At the word "losers" Prussia gestured over to the corner where Spain was keeping a fixed eye on Romano's butt and France appeared to be daydreaming. England didn't even want to consider what the nation could be thinking about. England finally managed to focus on what the Prussian was holding… it was a sonic screwdriver. For God's sake…England resisted the urge to face-palm.
Prussia smiled when he saw England looking at his sonic screwdriver. Being the cocky nation he was, he probably thought that the Brit was jealous. "I ordered it off the Internet, it was only ten pounds. My awesomeness is so awesome that it was delivered in time, now I am completely prepared for this Hogwarts thing."
England, who couldn't believe that Prussia could be so stupid, surprisingly managed to keep his frustration under control. "That's the wrong fandom, git. This is Harry Potter, not Doctor Who. We're going to Hogwarts, not for an adventure in the TARDIS." He walked away, ignoring the exclamation of, "Well, they're both British so it's not going to be awesome, so I don't really care" which unsurprisingly came from Prussia's direction.
England glanced around and began to count heads. He was sure he was missing someone. He counted fifteen. Correction: he was missing two someones. Oh wait, he wasn't. Canada had just appeared in the middle of the room. Was he there before? There was still someone missing, not that this surprised England; the missing nation had a tendency to be late- unless hamburgers were involved.
The door was flung open and sure enough, there was America, late as usual and surprise, surprise, with a burger in his hand. He strolled over to where England was standing. "God, I'm so freaking sorry. I can't believe I'm late! I even woke up extra early to be here on time, but my car totally stalled and then I realised that it had gone twelve which meant I had to eat lunch of course, because even heroes can't work on an empty stomach, and-" He was suddenly cut off by a sharp whack to the head.
"Shut up, America. We didn't need your life story, but now you're here we can finally go." England called all of the nations over to him, and they reluctantly made their way towards England who was holding a glittery silver powder in his hands. There was a bag next to his feet which contained more of the strange powder. "This is called Floo Powder, it will transport you from one place to another." A hand was raised, England looked up to the albino who wore a smug smile on his face, his hand was still in the air. "Yes, Prussia?"
"So basically it's like the TARDIS then? See, I was right: your British fandoms are all the same, totally unoriginal." The French nation next to him nodded.
"Prussia is right, Angleterre. Time travelling phone booths, how boring."
"AGINCOURT!" This, as always, shut France up and England was able to carry on, "Anyway, what you do is stand in that fireplace over there." The heads of all the nations whipped around to see the fireplace, their eyes widened; it appeared that none of them had seen it before. England sighed. "Honestly, we've been using this room for years and you only just noticed that there was a fireplace here?" He rolled his eyes. "So, you stand in the fireplace, say "Diagon Alley"- that's the place we're going and throw the powder down on the fireplace and you'll be immediately taken to Diagon Alley." Prussia opened his mouth to speak. England glared at him. "Don't. Say. Anything."
England walked over to the fireplace and handed the Floo Powder over to Germany, who was probably one of the only nations that the rest would listen to, except Russia, but England didn't really trust him. "Germany, once I've gone, hand out the powder to everyone else and get them to transport- make sure they do exactly what I said." Germany just nodded and took the bag. England stepped into the fireplace. "Oh! One more thing, from now on we only use our human names. We don't want our identities discovered." He stood up tall and glanced over at the surrounding nations, who were all watching him with interest. Well, here goes nothing… "Diagon Alley!" He shouted and threw the powder down, the last thing he heard was a cry of "Iggy!" before he was swept away and thrown hard onto the ground.
One by one all of the nations appeared and after checking that all seventeen nations were present England began to get out the equipment list- which he had been smart enough to photocopy. He began to hand the copies out to all of the nations. "Before we shop, I need to make us look like teenagers." There were cries of protests, but he continued with his speech. "We're in the fourth year, so that'll make us… about fifteen." Swiftly, he said an enchantment and the nations were transformed to fifteen-year-olds. England smiled to himself; he was good at magic. "To make this easier, we shall go in groups and that way we'll draw less attention, hopefully." At the word "hopefully" he looked at America, who then proceeded to look innocent, ignoring the fact that the statement was aimed at him. "Okay, the five Nordics will form one group," Denmark smiled and wrapped an arm around Norway's shoulders who growled in response. "Francis, Antonio, Gilbert, Roderich and Elizaveta will form another." This was met with snide smirks from the BTT and moans and rolled eyes from Austria and Hungary. "Alfred, Matthew, Kiku and I shall form another." A "yay!" was heard from the American and the Brit tried to hold back a blush. "Ivan, Yao, Lovino, Feliciano and Ludwig will make up the last group." Italy immediately wrapped his arms around Germany who attempted to push the Italian off him whilst Romano mumbled something about "potato bastards" and scowled. England rolled his eyes, shouted "Meet back here at four!" and walked off dragging America with him, whilst Canada and Japan followed behind.
"Stupid gits, always having to argue about everything. For God's sake America, sometimes you're more mature. America…" England stopped talking when he realised that the American had walked off and was staring in a shop window at a Firebolt broom. America heard England approach and he began jumping up and down. "Dude, this is so freaking awesome! Look, they ride brooms! Oh, that is so cool. Engl-Arthur can I have one, please?" He stopped jumping up and down and began to glance around, almost as if he was in a panic. "Dude, where's Mattie- and Kiku?" England whipped around, expecting the pair to be right behind him, but they weren't- they were gone.
America began to look up and down the alley until he saw the familiar little curl that could only belong to his twin. "There they are!" He ran towards Canada and Japan. England ran behind him, struggling to keep up. Canada turned round to greet America and England, "Hey you guys, meet our new friends." Japan nodded, "Hai, you should meet them they're very nice." America moved over so that he could see these "friends" that Japan and Canada were on about. There was a teenager stood in the middle with black hair, glasses and a lightning scar. To his left stood another teenager with bushy hair and to his right stood a lad with ginger hair. "These are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley," America smiled. "Nice to meet ya, I'm Alfred !" He stuck out his hands and just at that exact moment an explosion was heard from Ollivanders along with a yell of "ITALIA." England sighed and grasped the American by the arm. "So sorry we have to dash." The four Nations ran to the shop.
Harry turned to his two friends, "those guys are strange." Ron nodded, "the strangest…" He shrugged, "so butterbeer anybody?" The Golden Trio walked off, trying hard to ignore the rapid and aggressive German that was coming from the wand shop.
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