(The girl in the chapter is just for exposition and probably wont be mentioned again unless in passing or for more exposition. Also, I will probably update every 3 to 5 days unless I decide to type extra fast or other reason for which I would update sooner. I'll most likely know before hand if I won't update for a while, so if anyone actually reads this, then they will know. And because I forgot to put it, I don't own Harry Potter, Hetalia or any of the other shows/anime/books/etc. or any of the characters form them. Much would be different if I did. Also, some of the Hetalia characters didn't have human names so I just looked up names for the region.)

Chapter 2: The Common Rooms

The soon-to-be-first-years were hustled into the Great Hall by a stern looking gray haired woman. The first in the long line stopped abruptly at the foot of some stairs, which lead up to a stool with a ragged hat sat upon it. The woman called out for silence and an uneasy hush settled among the young boys and girls in the less than orderly line.

At the table towards the right of the hall where the cloth on it was red and gold sat a pair of fiery headed, identical third years. Next to them sat a second year girl they didn't know much at all who looked at the newest crew of students with curiosity and sympathy. She too could vividly recall the nervousness she felt as her name was called and she had to be judged by a hat, the likes of which she had never seen before, and placed into a group of strangers.

Soon enough, the names had started to be called. They were simple enough, a few weird ones thrown in, probably foreigners. Hogwarts had started to allow magic children of all countries to their school only about ten years ago. The names that really got to her though were the ones that were one-word names like Fire, Crow, and Squirrel? She turned towards the boy seated next to her and opened her mouth to ask them a question.

"Fred, George, do you guys know what's up with that whole section of weird as hell names?"

The twin closest to her (she had to admit, she couldn't tell the difference between them) replied " They're all probably from the Hunter Islands."

The other red head cut in with "It's a small place and the people all know each other. They also have these really naturey names that make no sense if you ask me!"

The girl nodded, though she had even more questions then she had started with. Oh well, she thought, some of them were placed in Gryffindor so I can just ask them later.

She claps the last new student, a boy with the same bright eyes as the rest of his year, is placed into Slytherin and the Sorting is finally over. She eats in silence for the beginning of the meal, until her friend from Ravenclaw had dared to dart over to the other House's table to talk to her.

The Gryffindor common room was bustling with the first years that were bursting with a ton of emotions that were pulsing through them and the second and up year students, who were happy to be back in the dorms with their friends and classmates. But first, the Head Boy, Michael Novak, had felt introductions of the new students.

"All you have to do is say your first and last name! Now don't complain, just do it!" He took a step back and the first years (who looked wary of Michael, to say the least) were standing in a crowd awkwardly, some shuffling their feet and looking anywhere but the older students faces. Suddenly, one popped out of the crowd, his bright blonde hair ruffled up.

" I'm Peter Kirkland!My older brothers in Gryffindor too, and I'm gonna be just as cool as him and his friends!"

A groan could be heard from the back of the Common Room, and many heads turned to look at a blond third year, who had his hand running through his hair as he turned away from his younger brother. His friend Alfred, who was sitting on the beanbag next to the boy, leaned over and pulled his hands away form his face.

"C'mon Arthur, look at the little guy! He's gonna be great. And as a bonus, he's new to the school so you can have fun by sending him on wild goose chases for a while!" The American looked at his older friend, a pleading smile on his face.

Arthur again groaned but conceded. "Fine, fine. Congratulations little brother. Whoop-dee-doo. Happy now," he asked his boisterous friend, "or does there need to be more?"

"Very happy."

Michael looked at the pair for a minute before raising his head and calling to all the students. "Next up, and be quick about it!"

And were they quick. While the new kids were speedy and at times barely comprehensible, Arthur was pretty sure he had caught all of their names. He later got a look at Michaels list that was pointedly titled "New Gryffindor Students" and got a chance to double check. The list read:

Samuel Winchester

Mei Chang

Jessica Moore

Reiner Braun

Joanna Harvelle

Samandriel Novak

Peter Kirkland

Eren Jaeger

Mikoshiba Momotarou

Jean Kirschstein

Connie Springer

Mei Yasumura

Sayu Yagami

Sasha Blouse

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Cherry

Dawn Summers

Berthold Hoover

(AN: And many more but they are irrelevant. Cherry is Cherryfall from the Warrior Cat series)

Wow, he thought, quite a collection. About forty-five over all. Hope they aren't too annoying.

He strode over to Alfred, who had been talking to Ludwig, Nagisa and Buffy Summers. He pulled over a chair and listened to find out what exactly they had been talking about.

Slytherin Head Girl Karen Vick looked across the dungeon common room, looking specifically for her unofficial second-in-command Carlton. Ugh, probably arguing with Spencer again. Immature idiots.

She turned her focus back to the list in her hands. She had gotten instructions over the summer that she would get the list during dinner in the Great Hall (which she did) and to check that all the students were there (which she was now doing).

"Annie Leonhart?"

"Here."

"Armin Arlert?"

"Ciel Phantomhive?"

"Here, of course"

"Ymir?"

"Yeah."

"Ivy?"

"Yes? Oh, here!"

A wave of ripples murmured throughout the room at her little stumble. Vick read the rest of the names, and though there was one case of a missing student, she was soon located and the rest of the night went without problem. Right before lights out, Carlton came back with bruised knuckles and a bloody nose.

Phoebe Buffay was not where she was meant to be. She was supposed to be doing roll call with the new first years. She wasn't doing so. And Ross had to take responsibility. Again.

"Alright, you little rookies. You should all just sit down and stand up or speak or just make sure I know you're here once I call your name. M'kay? Then here we go.

"Charlotte Bradbury?"

"Here sir!"

Primrose Everdeen?"

"Yes!"

"Kevin Tran?"

"Here!"

"Haruhi Fujioka?"

"Oh, I'm here."

Ross went on for the next fifteen or so students but then Phoebe reappeared. She took the list from his hand, did a strange and quirky little dance, and then read the remaining names.

The Hufflepuff common room was warm and cozy and the new students felt right at home. They sat amongst the older students and would lazily call out "Present!" once they heard their name for the roll call that the intimidating Head Boy, Clint Barton, was reading out.

This list read:

Mikasa Ackermann

Hanni Zwingli (AN: Liechtenstein)

Marco Bodt

Alphonse Elric

Dove

Krista Lenz

(Same gist as the others; there are more but not important ones)

The students of Hogwarts settled down in their dorm, their bodies and minds worn out from the long train trip, the delicious meal and the reacquainting with friends at dinner and the excitement of the first year introductions and the lulling warmth od the familiar (and not so familiar) common rooms.