Chapter Four

The following day, all of the now teenage-looking nations who were going to be attending Hogwarts were gathered in the meeting room at ten sharp (even America had arrived on time due to his excitement at attending "magic school"). As soon as he arrived, he wasted no time in showing everyone the photo he had taken of Germany in a frilly pink tutu. The reveal of the photo had mixed reactions from the nations who previously hadn't seen Germany in that particular outfit the day before. Prussia was doing an exact re-enactment of what Romano had done; he was rolling around on the floor, his hands were clutching his sides which were now beginning to hurt. Germany glared at his older brother from the other side of the room; his cheeks were reddening in embarrassment. As soon as he mastered magic, Germany swore he would jinx Prussia (and America for that matter). He'd turn them into frogs or some other disgusting creature. The thought of this gave Germany slight happiness despite his utter mortification. There was also the fact that he currently had Italy clinging to his waist and he was constantly apologising for "making Germany pretty." Prussia had finally composed himself and was currently arguing with Austria over Hungary. The Nordics were sitting around the table playing "Go Fish" and, by the looks of it and the sounds of self-praise, Denmark was winning, which resulted in Norway strangling him whenever he began to gloat.

England watched the scene in the meeting room with disinterest. He glanced at the clock, it was 10:30. If they didn't hurry then they would be late. He turned to America who had left the other nations to argue by themselves. "Have you got everything ready, git?"

America pouted and then he smiled. "Yeah! I got everything ready, the hero's always prepared, see?" He then pointed over to his Stars-and-stripes luggage bag which was about twice the size of everybody else's. England sighed, very inconspicuous there America. He wondered whether he'd be able to last the year without killing anybody- probably not.

England forced himself to smile (which made him look constipated). "Well done America. I guess we'd best all leave now." The pair looked around the room at the current chaos. Gathering everyone together was going to be a hard task. They were interrupted from their thoughts by Russia popping up between them. "Getting them to leave is going to be hard, yes?" He smiled, oblivious to the American who had jumped about a mile high when he'd appeared.

England, also surprised by the Russian's sudden appearance, winced. "Yes. It is going to be bloody hard work. Almost as hard as getting America to eat his vegetables when he was younger." America blushed and England continued. "I think that we should take an area each and get everyone to shut up and get ready, agreed?" The other two nations nodded and they each set off to a section of the room.

America took the far left where he found Hungary, France, Prussia, Austria and Canada. He crossed his arms and attempted to look mature. "Hey, you guys! England says we have to leave now or we're going to be late, so stop being silly and let's go."

"We weren't even doing anything."

America turned to his twin and grinned. "Good to know, bro! Go over there then, England's waiting." Canada left and France followed him.

This left Austria, Prussia and Hungary. The two males were still arguing over the female nation who, judging by the white knuckles that were tightly attached to her frying pan, did not appreciate being fought over. "Guys! We gotta go to magic school now!" This gained no response from the bickering nations. "Hey Austria, Prussia, can't you two continue your weird competition for Hungary's love later?"

This gained a response from the trio. Hungary just looked embarrassed as she raced off to join the others, who were now waiting at the door. America gulped as the other two turned to glare at him. "America, that was so not awesome! Besides, I was totally winning." Prussia whined, before stomping off. Austria just scoffed and walked to the door.

By the time America reached the door, everyone else was ready to leave. "What took you so long?" America rolled his eyes. "Don't even go there; let's just say that Hungary has some unwanted attention." England cocked an eyebrow but decided not to pursue it. The nations finally left and headed towards the station.


The seventeen nations arrived at the station, miraculously early. They ended up with five minutes to spare. England forced everyone to a stop when they reached the wall between platforms nine and ten. "So, which platform is it?" Spain questioned, glancing around the station in an attempt to spot any young witches or wizards.

"It's on platform nine and three-quarters. We have to run through this wall." England stepped back, positioned his luggage trolley in front of him and prepared himself for the sprint at the wall.

America laughed and a few of the other nations joined in as England had finally lost it. "Dude, are you freaking insane? There's no such thing as a platform nine and three-quarters and besides you'll hurt yourself by running into the wall! Come on England, I thought you were smart!"

Norway crossed his arms and sighed. "America, you're as stupid as Denmark. England's going to be fine. That wall's magic, it'll let him through."

Sweden grunted in agreement, "Magic can do anything." Finland nodded in agreement. "That's right, Sweden!" The other nations were still sceptical. They were glad that they weren't the ones going first.

"Right then. I'll run through and you guys will follow me, got it?" The nations albeit hesitantly nodded. "Okay then..." England braced himself and sped towards the wall. Everyone winced, preparing themselves for England's inevitable harsh impact against the wall, but he just disappeared. It was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment.

"ENGLAND!" America pushed forward and glared at the wall. "Don't worry, the hero's coming!" He sped towards the wall and disappeared through it the same way that England had. The nations watched America's display of heroism and they decided that it was safe to run through the wall.

They each took it in turns until Spain and Romano were the only two on the Muggle side of the station. "You ready, Roma?" Spain turned to look at Romano, an expression of concern was etched on his features.

Romano exhaled deeply. "Course I am, bastard, it's just a wall. I'll go first. I don't want to be left on my own." Romano sped towards the wall and disappeared. Spain braced himself and followed pursuit. He wished that sometimes Romano wouldn't be so damn tsundere.


Everyone had successfully managed to pass through the wall and had now arrived at platform nine and three-quarters where the Hogwarts Express was waiting. England turned to the group. "Okay. Now we will all have to go and find compartments to sit in, so we'll be a bit separated, but that doesn't matter. Remember, only use our human names. We have to keep our identities a secret as it's vital that no one finds out who we really are." The others nodded and they went off into their separate groups as they boarded the train.

England ended up with America and Canada and they scoured the aisle for an empty compartment. England was just about to give up and sit in a compartment with a bunch of scowling Slytherins when America cried out, "Arthur, I found our friends from earlier!" England followed America, wondering who the "friends from earlier" could be. They reached the compartment and England saw the familiar faces of the three teenagers they had briefly met in Diagon Alley. England vaguely remembered Canada introducing them as Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Do you mind if we sit here?" Canada's softly spoken voice asked the question that England was just about to ask. The boy with the black hair, Harry, smiled at the Canadian. "Sure. You guys can sit here, there's plenty of space."

The three nations took the aforementioned spaces and England closed the compartment door on the way in. "Thanks. Terribly sorry to bother you, but could you fill us in on Hogwarts? We're transfers and we don't really know much about the school itself." America and Canada both nodded in agreement, obviously keen to learn about the school that they would be attending for the year. Hermione began to talk about the houses and the history of the school, keen to show off her knowledge to the three new students. The "lesson" lasted throughout the entire journey and both Ron and America had to be woken up as they had both grown bored. The six students got off the train with their luggage and waited at the platform for further instructions.

"Transfers an' firs' years over 'ere!" A booming voice yelled across the platform and the trio turned to see a giant with a lantern standing on the edge of the platform. Hermione turned to the three new students and smiled. "Don't worry, that's just Hagrid. He's very friendly; he'll take you to Hogwarts. I guess we'll leave you now then. We'll see you at the feast. Hopefully, you'll be in Gryffindor, with us! See you guys later." Ron and Harry waved and the Golden Trio left them. England sighed and grabbed America, who grabbed Canada, and they walked over to where Hagrid was. The others had already arrived.

Hagrid's eyes surveyed the group and examined the rest of the platform. "Is that everyone?" He looked back again and saw that everyone had gone. "Right then, let's go." He led them over to a lake where several little boats were docked, ready to take the students over to Hogwarts. "First years have four to a boat; fourth years take three."

The majority of the group made it across the lake perfectly fine. However, Austria had wanted to share a boat with Hungary, and Prussia (not wanting to miss out) decided to accompany them. This caused several arguments and the boat began to rock. It rocked so much that Austria fell into the lake, causing Prussia (and practically everyone else) to laugh so much that tears began to form. Luckily for Austria, he was quickly pulled out of the lake by Hungary so even though he'd lost his dignity, he didn't drown.


The students arrived at Hogwarts Castle in no time and everyone was taken aback by the splendour of the school, it was truly magnificent. They didn't have long to gawk, however, as they were quickly ushered in by Professor McGonagall. They were led to the hallway entrance and McGonagall turned to them. "Alright, you are all going to be sorted into your houses now. First years will go first."

The anxious first years were taken into the hall and sorted and soon after it was their turn. "Come along then, it's your turn to be sorted. Dumbledore's already informed the students that you are all joining us. We'll go in alphabetical order, you sit on the chair, put the hat on and it will tell you what house you will be in."

McGonagall led them into the hall and pulled out a scroll, she began to read out their names one by one.

"Beilschmidt, Gilbert"

Prussia sauntered towards the chair and placed the hat on his head." So, what house is my awesomeness in?" The hat seemed to be taking a while, deliberating between the same two choices a certain Harry Potter had faced: Gryffindor or Slytherin? "Come on you stupid hat, decide already."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Beilschmidt, Ludwig"

Germany freed himself from Italy's grasp (yet again) and walked over to the chair. He placed the hat on his head. "Please don't put me in the same house in Mein Bruder…"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Germany smiled at took his place at the table where they appeared to be wearing red.

"Bondevik, Lukas"

Norway strode to the chair and yanked the hat on his head. "I really don't care…"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Bonnefoy, Francis"

France yanked on the hat and frowned. "This hat makes my hair look ugly…"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Braginski, Ivan"

Russia was smiling as he crossed the room to the chair. He placed the hat on his head and swung his legs in the air as he waited for the hat to make a decision. "I don't really mind what you choose."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Carriedo Fernandez, Antonio"

Spain skipped across the room to the chair and pulled the hat on. "I want to be in the friendly house!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Edelstein, Roderich"

Austria, still dripping wet, stomped across the room to the chair and forcibly yanked on the hat. "If you put me in the same house as that demon douche then I swear-"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Héderváry, Elizaveta"

Hungary walked over and placed the hat on her head. "Can you put me in a different house to Austria and Prussia? I'd hate to cause an argument."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Honda, Kiku"

Japan sat in the chair and gently pulled the hat on his head. "How do you talk? It is very different."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Jones, Alfred F."

America practically sped across the room in his haste to be sorted. He yanked the hat on his head. "Can I be in the hero house? Pleeeease?" The hat actually sighed.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Kirkland, Arthur"

England sighed as he headed towards the chair. Being sorted felt like he was immediately being labelled, he didn't like that. He just knew he was going to be placed in Slytherin, he had a dark past and he could definitely be classed as cunning and ambitious. He pulled the hat on. "Let's just get this straight; I'm not evil, alright?"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

England practically leapt out of his seat and ran to join America and the Gryffindor table.

"Kohler, Matthias"

Denmark waltzed over to the chair and placed the hat on his head. "Am I gonna be in the same house as Norge?"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Oxenstierna, Berwald"

Sweden walked over to the chair and grunted at the hat.

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Steilsson, Emil"

Iceland sat in the chair and plopped the hat on his head. "Whatever."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Väinämöinen, Tino"

Finland merrily walked over to the chair and placed the hat on his head. "Hello, talking hat! I am very looking forward to magic school."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Vargas, Feliciano"

Italy bounced over to the chair and put the hat on. "Can I be in a nice house, please?"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Vargas, Lovino"

Romano marched over and grabbed the hat, yanking it on his head. He knew he wasn't going to be in the same house as Spain or his brother. "Fuck you, fuck this, fuck it."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Oh." He went over to the Hufflepuff table and sat in between Spain and Italy, silently content with his house.

"Wang, Yao"

China walked to the chair and placed on the hat. He was fed up of this school already. "Just hurry up and choose."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Williams, Matthew"

Canada walked to the chair timidly, not wanting to cause a fuss. He placed the hat on his head and waited for the hat to make a decision. "Hm… You're a tricky one, Matthew…" Canada practically jumped out of his seat, "Wait, you know who I am?" The hat laughed. "Yes, of course, I know who you are Canada… Hmm, you are tricky, you have many different traits."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Canada walked over to the Ravenclaw table, still slightly shocked that he had been recognised.

Everyone had been sorted and the typical applause broke out. England looked around and noticed all of his fellow friends. He was pretty pleased with his sorting. He was in the house known for its bravery and courage, he felt complimented. The hall went quiet and England saw that Dumbledore, the headmaster, was about to give a speech. He turned to America and smiled, they would be sharing a dorm for the entire year. Maybe Hogwarts wouldn't be so bad after all.


A/N: So, that's the sorting! What did you guys think of their houses?

I think that they work…

Also, I'm thinking of running a little Canada X Luna fluff ship during this, thoughts?

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