Hello again, world! Literally, world. People from all over have read the first chapter, from the USA to France to Macau and beyond! Quite honestly I got a bit overexcited about it, hence the second chapter in two days. But I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to DarkDramaLady and Zantetsuken Reverse for reviewing and favoriting this and them plus betsybugaboo for following. I still unfortunately don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter etc., because if I owned Harry Potter Neville would be as important a character as Harry, Ron, or Hermione. Just saying.

Rewrite posted: 4/21/13

Chapter 2

"…So that would be Hogwarts. I really would be honored to have Liechtenstein and Iceland attend. I'm sure Scotland would agree, but he's gone and got himself drunk again. Don't worry; he'll stay away," Britain adds, catching Switzerland's concerned look. "I'll make sure of that."

Iceland rolls his eyes, eager for the meeting to be over. Orchestrating the entirety of his and Liechtenstein's magical educations was taking too long. Liechtenstein, sitting across the room next to her brother, takes another sip of her tea and locks eyes with him, smiling warmly. Distracted, she shivers and loses her grip on her teacup, dropping it and spilling tea all over Britain's rug. She jumps up and apologizes, pleading for a towel she could clean the rug with, but Britain just laughs.

"Oh, no, my dear girl. If you are going to use magic, then you should see some magic." He pulls a wand a little more than a foot long out of his blazer. "Here, watch. Scourgify!" The tea-stains on the rug fade as the onlookers watch. Britain grins. "I have been waiting to do that for years. So, what do you think? Are you two coming to Hogwarts?"

"If it means I'm not going to Durmstrang," Iceland sighs. Norway nods his approval.

Liechtenstein smiles at Britain. "Oh, thank you, I'd love-"

"No," Switzerland cuts in. "She means we'd love to."

All eyes turn on him. "Pardon?" Britain asks. "Switzerland, I'm sorry, but you don't have magic. It won't work."

Switzerland arches his eyebrows. "Do you think I'll let my little sister go to some weird magic school alone? She could get hurt with all those spells bouncing around! I don't need a frog for a sister. And all of those hormonal teenage boys... never mind. But if she's going, I am going as well. I don't care how you get me in. Just do it," he orders, sitting back down on the chair he didn't notice himself standing up from in a huff.

Britain blinks. "There is a spell I could try, maybe, to give you some power. It will probably be temporary, but it should last the school year. It will take me some time to find it, though, and I'll need to adjust it since you're a country, but… it might work," he explains hesitantly.

"Then do it!"

"Fine… I'll cast the spell tomorrow, alright? I need some time to revise the spell and the like."

"As long as it's done," Switzerland answers gruffly, and Liechtenstein gives Britain a sympathetic look. Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and so Britain goes to open the door.

"Austria? Hungary? What are you doing here?"

Austria just stands there looking uncomfortable, so Hungary answers for him. "We thought we would come early for the Conference, but there's a big storm over Ireland right now keeping the planes out. We heard Switz and Liech were already here, so we thought we'd drop by."

"Um… okay," Britain agrees hesitantly. "Would you like to come in for some tea? We were just finishing our little meeting."

"We're going to go now; I have some things I need to take care of before the Conference," Norway states. "I'll be back tomorrow." He pulls Iceland out the front door and they walk to their car. Iceland would later swear he hears something in the bushes, but doesn't bother to check.

-/|\-

"Shut up, they'll hear you!"

"Mi amigo, they're inside. No pueden oír."

"Well, shut up anyway! Hungary and that prissy aristocrat will be here anytime now."

"How did you find that out again…?"

"…You don't need to know. Now be quiet! They're here." Prussia pushes Spain further down into the bushes in front of Britain's house, happy that they are so thick. Austria gets out of his car in the driveway, going around to the passenger's side to open the door for Hungary. They walk up to the door holding hands. As soon as they enter the house, Norway and Iceland exit.

"What are they doing here?" Spain wonders aloud, and Prussia slaps him. Iceland pauses as if he had heard, but shrugs and moves on after a second.

Prussia breathes a sigh of relief. "You're going to ruin my awesome eavesdropping strategy like that! Why did I even bring you?"

At first, Spain is too busy laughing to answer. When he recovers, he looks up at Prussia with sparkling eyes and grins. "You're not giving up on her, are you, Prusia?"

"Huh?" Prussia had been too busy listening to Hungary, ear pressed to the wall, to hear him.

Spain just laughs.

-/|\-

Germany is ticked.

At least a week before every World Conference, Germany always starts getting ready. His list of things he does includes, but is not limited to, cleaning the house, finding someone to walk his dogs, filing paperwork early, filing paperwork to allow early filing of paperwork, writing his presentation, editing and often entirely writing Italy's presentation, stopping the mail and newspaper, compiling a list of Prussia's chores, and baking a Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte to bribe Prussia to do said chores. He had done all but bake the cake… and Prussia is nowhere to be found.

After calling his cell phone thirty-two times, sending eight texts, and calling every bar in the Berlin area and still not finding him, Germany is not only ticked, but concerned. Suddenly, a horrifying thought crosses his mind: what if Prussia is crashing the World Conference again? Within a second, Germany is back on the phone, ordering one of his agents to prepare an airplane.

"What do you mean, I can't get to Dublin? There's a storm? Who cares? Prussia is probably planning to crash the World Conference! …WHY THE HELL DID YOU FLY HIM TO LONDON? Don't give me that he's-a-nation stuff. I'm Germany, not him. Ja, I know he was East Germany… fine. Get the plane ready anyway; I'm going to London… no, don't worry, you won't be fired. See you in a few minutes."

-/|\-

"GERMANY! Help me help me help MEEEEEEEEEE!" Italy screams as he races down the street. He pants to a stop, dashing behind a tree in some citizen's lawn to rest, and tries to analyze his situation the way Germany taught him to. He knows five things: France is chasing him and Romano, Romano is somewhere behind him, there's a cat in the tree he's hiding behind, he really needs some pasta right now, and Germany called ten minutes ago to say he was about to fly to England.

Wait. Germany's flying to England. Italy can use that! He sees Romano catching up and pulls out a convenient white flag to signal him. Sure enough, Romano slows to a stop, fury in his eyes. "What are you surrendering to?! Surely not the wine b******! Come on, idiot, keep going!"

"Ve, but Romano, Germany's flying to England!"

"WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT THE POTATO FREAK?!"

"He'll protect us! Please, fratello?"

Romano rolls his eyes. Where's Spain the one time I actually need him? "Fine. But only because the meeting's in Ireland anyway."

-/|\-

Denmark taps the desk anxiously as he waits for his brothers to appear on the screen. Well, he considers them brothers, younger brothers. But that's for another time.

Finally, Iceland's name gets a little green dot next to it instead of a gray one. Ha! Denmark thinks triumphantly as he opens a new chat window with his adoptive brother. He asks the silver-haired country where he and Norway are, since they obviously aren't there for dinner like they were supposed to be tonight. Iceland evades the answer and tells him to shut up. It repeats, and they play this game for almost an hour before Iceland breaks down and mentions London. Denmark is dialing up Finland before the message even finishes loading.

"Hi, Tanska!" Finland calls into the phone. "Sorry, I'm using the speakerphone because Sve and I are working on something. Even Sve can't figure out how to build IKEA furniture, and he lives in the store!"

"It's not m' f'lt."

"That's okay, guys. Hey, how would you two like to rage-quit the IKEA stuff for a sec and go to London?"

-/|\-

Lithuania and Latvia are at Estonia's house for dinner, Poland tagging along, when Estonia receives a call from Finland, who wants to know if the Estonian wants to go to London. "Sve and Denmark and I are going anyway, and there's a huge festival coming up nearby! Care to observe?"

Estonia glances back to the others that are sitting at his table. "When would we be leaving, Fin?"

"Right about now. Sorry about the short notice, but some crazy stuff came up. You know Denmark."

Yes, Estonia does know Denmark. The two have shared some… interesting history. "I'll be right there, if you don't mind me bringing some friends. See you at the Tallinn airport, then?"

"Why Tallinn?"

"It's going to take a while for Poland to pack. No sense wasting time."

"M-hm. See you!"

-/|\-

China decides to go to Dublin early in order to be prompt for the meeting, but due to that storm, only manages to get as far as London.

Russia follows him. It is simple as that, da?

-/|\-

"Big Brother is no longer in Beijing," Belarus announces flatly, snapping closed her phone. "He is going to Britain now."

America blinks. "Do I want to know how you know that? Do I even want to know why he was in Beijing in the first place? Eh, probably not. But if he's going to England, your commie brother better not try to screw up Iggy and his economic system!" He shifts to the side to avoid the knife thrown at him. "Okay, okay, geez. But do you want to go look for him? I've been meaning to prank Iggy anyway." He proceeds to stuff his unfinished meeting agenda into his briefcase and throw said briefcase onto his chair. "Come on, ladies," he says, offering an arm each to Ukraine and Belarus. "We're going to London."

No one really notices Canada, who trails close behind even as they board the plane, observing his brother and the girls at his side, especially one of them. Others may think of his pseudo-stalking as creepy, but hey, it isn't his fault he's practically invisible even to his brother and the girl he sort of loves.

-/|\-

Due to some very amusing emails about Prussia from Spain, France jumped at the chance to drop in on the two nations while they eavesdropped on Hungary and Austria. It's not that France has anything against either of the victim nations, but Hungary has hit him too much and Austria opposed him in too many wars to let a golden opportunity for getting blackmail material with the other two members of the Bad Touch Trio pass him by.

-/|\-

Egypt had everything planned out beautifully: go to London (such a nice, neutral site, and still celebrating some level of international peace from the Olympics too!) before the next World Conference, get Turkey and Greece to sit and talk out some problems, get away from his own political issues for a while. As if it isn't enough of a headache for countries to be in revolution, he had been forced to mediate some nasty debates. Egypt is actually very good at mediation… just not of his own problems.

Their conference actually started out pretty well. Egypt successfully managed to push the topic away from the European Union, and after that, they shockingly got things done. That is, until a certain Japanese man was spotted in the street. Sadly, the conversation quickly turned to the same old argument. Egypt just buries his head in his hands. He should have known Japan would be visiting one of his best friends before the Conference…

Sorry for the big PoV switches... with thirty nations involved, well, they're not all going to be in the same place at the same time. Usually it'll just be a PoV jump and time will continue; it'll pretty much say it outright should there be two simultaneous events written with a break between. Regardless, I'm so glad you're enjoying this! Feel free to ask me about any part of the story. They should get to Hogwarts itself around chapter 7 or 8. This chapter ends some weeks before term starts. But believe me, you'll want to see Diagon Alley. I guarantee wands by chapter 5.

I'm not watching Beautiful World until it's out in dub, so if I make any canon errors for it, please tell me and I'll fix it.

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Diolch yn fawr! Welwn ni chi yn nes ymlaen!

Translations:
mi amigo - my friend, Spanish
no pueden oír - they can't hear, Spanish
Prusia - Prussia, Spanish
Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte - black forest cake, German
fratello - brother, Italian
Tanska - Denmark, Finnish
Diolch yn fawr! Welwn ni chi yn nes ymlaen! - Thank you! See you later! Welsh