I'm going to be honest. I hate this chapter. It feels rushed despite the fact that I've written it at least three times and spent the longest on this one than any other posted.

Also, yes, I am using Basch for Switzerland and not Vash. If you don't like that then either pretend or don't read it.

Also also, I'm thinking about making a Superhuman/mutant Hetalia Au story, so if that sounds cool, look out for it sometime in May, probably.

In which things actually start happening.

Harry Potter was on his was to Platform nine and three quarters. He was listening into muggles' conversations, though they weren't nearly as interesting as where he was off to. That was, however, before a blond man with thick (and noticeably darker) eyebrows led six teenagers through King's Cross towards the ninth platform. One of the boys, who was somewhat taller than most of his friends, caught sight of Sirius, or Snuffles, by Harry's side. The boy smiled a bit, before turning to talk to a white haired boy next to him.

"Yes, I see it Gilbert."

"But it's so big Ludwig! Do you think he'd let me pet it?"

"If you want to, then why don't you ask?"

Before the white haired boy could ask, though, Harry called out to them, "He's friendly, you can pet him if you want."

Both boy's faces lit up, they jogged over and the blonde one gingerly placed a hand on Sirius' head. Sirius, obviously enjoying the attention, wagged his tail. Then, the blonde man that was leading the group told them to hurry up. They thanked Harry, patted Sirius goodbye, and jogged back over to their friends. Harry decided this was a good time to go through the barrier, and pushed his way onto the platform. He met up with Hermione and Ron, and started saying goodbye to the Order.

When everyone was done saying their goodbyes, Harry and his friends boarded the train. As usual, many of the cabins were full. They went to the very back of the train, where they passed the cabin the boys from earlier had settled in. It didn't occur to him that he hadn't seen those people before, as they found a nearly empty cabin and took their seats.

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Prussia did not realize the boy with the large black dog was Harry Potter. Really, he didn't. He just liked dogs.

Of course, England did not appreciate the fact that he had dragged West to see said dog (though West definitely did appreciate it). England not so gently pushed him through the wall, to the amazement of the group, onto platform nine and three quarters. The scarlet train shone back at them, but they didn't have time to stare at it, because England quickly pushed them onto the train and told them to find a cabin. They found one at the back, and sat with Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Hungary on one side and West, himself, and Austria on the other.

They were talking for some time before Harry passed by their cabin windows. Shortly after he passed, the snack cart came around, leading to all sorts of fun in the forms of chocolate frogs, and of course, every flavoured jelly beans.

(Prussia did see a blond boy walking past his cabin at some point, flanked by two gorilla like boys, but didn't pay him much mind).

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Harry sat in the Great Hall, waiting for the first years to be sorted so that he could eat. The sorting hat began to sing. It wasn't it's usual song about the houses, though. This time, it was a warning. Not thinking much of it, he was ready for the first years to come into the Hall. After they were all sorted, with the last one being in Hufflepuff, Dumbledore stood and walked behind the podium in front of the staff table.

"I know you all are hungry, but I will have to ask you to wait a little while longer. We have a few more students to sort. These students are from a wizarding school in Germany, whose name escapes me. Hogwarts has the pleasure to host six students from that school while it is being repaired. They will be going into their fifth year. I am aware this is unusual, but I ask for your patience until they are sorted."

And with that McGonagall, who had exited the room after the first years had taken their seats, led the six foreign students into the Great Hall. Harry let out a small gasp.

The two boys that had pet Sirius were with them! In fact, it was that whole group from earlier, the one with the man with the eyebrows. Harry didn't have anymore time to contemplate this, however, as the first name was announced.

"Beilschmidt, Gilbert"

The boy with the white hair who had pet Sirius now walked up to the sorting hat. Upon closer inspection, he had red eyes and was rather pale. He heard Ron ask Hermione about the boy's appearance, and she told him he must be some sort of albino. The sorting hat opened its...mouth? folds?... whatever, the hat declared "GRYFFINDOR" and the boy, Gilbert, walked toward the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ginny.

"Beilschmidt, Ludwig"

The other boy that had pet Sirius now walked toward the sorting hat, much like Gilbert had. Harry briefly wondered if they were related at all, because their last names were the same. He didn't have to wonder for long, because Gilbert quietly announced that they were, in fact, brothers (Gilbert made sure to mention that he was the older of the two). The hat yelled "HUFFLEPUFF" and Ludwig sat down near Hannah Abbott.

"Edelstein, Roderich"

A tall boy with glasses, and brown hair (as well as a piece of hair that seemed as though it wouldn't stay down) sat on the stool and had the hat placed on his head. It didn't take long for the sorting hat to declare "RAVENCLAW". Roderich sat near Padma Patil and Luna Lovegood and struck up polite conversation with them as the next name was called out.

"Héderváry, Elizabeta"

This time, it was a girl that walked across the Great Hall. She had long brown hair and a smile on her face. When the hat touched her head, it immediately announced she was a "GRYFFINDOR". She sat near Neville and Gilbert and looked at the next at the next girl called up.

"Zwingli, Lilli"

A small girl with shoulder length blonde hair and an adorable face strode upto the stool. She was almost immediately place in "HUFFLEPUFF" to no one's surprise. Then, the last name was called forward.

"Zwingli, Basch"

A boy with similar hair to the previous girl marched forward. His eyes were intense, but he looked around with amusement while the sorting hat decided on his house. Harry heard Gilbert saying that he and the girl before, Lilli, were siblings, and that he was very protective of her. After "SLYTHERIN" was announced, Dumbledore finally allowed the students to eat.

Dumbledore stood up again after everyone had finished eating, and started to talk,

"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices. First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students-and a few of our older students ought to know by now too. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind you all magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door.

"We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased ti welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the-"

"Hem Hem" The pink woman, Professor Umbridge, Harry assumed, stood and took Dumbledore's place at the podium. "Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome."

Harry tuned her out, and looked around the Great Hall. No one seemed to be paying Umbridge any attention except Hermione. Gilbert and Elizabeta were conversing quietly to Neville and Ginny. Ludwig was trying to listen, but was ultimately failing in favor of talking to Lilli. Roderich had his eyes closed. Basch was looking at her, but his eyes were glazed.

She finished as suddenly as she started, and sat back down, allowing Dumbledore to take centre stage again. Harry asked Hermione what she had heard, since he didn't catch a word of it.

"The Ministry is interfering at Hogwarts, Harry. " She looked worried as she said this.

Finally, they were allowed to leave. Nearly everyone stood at once, and rushed to their common rooms. They waited for Ginny and Neville, though, so they avoided most of the chaos. It was then that Harry noticed Basch had suddenly joined Gilbert and Elizabeta, and they were speaking in hushed voices is what Harry could only think was German.

"What's he doing here if he's a Slytherin?" Ron asked loudly.

Gilbert looked over to Ron and Harry. He must have been a bit confused, because next asked back "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, he's a Slytherin, and Slytherins are our enemies."

"Oh, well then, I guess I should just stop being friends with people just because a hat told them something, right?"

Ron turned red and spluttered, "W-what? N-no, not that's not what I meant! You see... usually..."

"Relax, kid, I'm only joking with you. We're friends, and we were told by our guardian to stick together. A silly hat isn't going to keep us from talking." Gilbert smirked.

Ron seemed satisfied with this answer, and when Gilbert was done talking to Basch, the Gryffindors walked off to their common room. Of course, Ron and Hermione, as prefects, had to show the wonder filled first years how to get to said common room. Harry, Gilbert, Ginny, Elizabeta, and Neville went ahead. Neville gave the Fat Lady the password, and they all walked into the room.

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The first thing Gilbert noticed about the Gryffindor common room was that it was very homely. It was warm in colour and in temperature, with a fireplace to one side and staircases on the wall opposite the entrance. It was a place Gilbert wanted to enjoy before he went to bed, but he was just too tired.

Elizabeta went straight to the right staircase, and Gilbert went to the one on the left. So much had happened today that it was no surprise he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the (very soft) pillow.

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Meanwhile, England had the most restless night in a while.