Hey~ Today is my third anniversary on this site, so to celebrate I am updating everything! A little while back, I edited the previous chapters. Nothing big, but I removed some characters since there was way too many. I will likely go back and edit it even further, probably removing even more characters.

As the previous three chapters were written in 2013, I pray that you notice improved writing in this chapter.

I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter, two very wonderful people by the names of Hidekaz Himaruya and JK Rowling do. I am neither of those people.

Chapter 4

News travelled fast in Hogwarts, they were soon to learn. No more than five hours passed before all of the nations attending Hogwarts knew of Prussia and Hungary's date in Hogsmeade. This was a source of great irritation to them, but at the same time it was a breath of relief for them as they no longer had to pussyfoot around everybody. They were free to be open with their relationship and so far no one had voiced any snide remarks about it, so all was well.

Hungary had joined Prussia at the Slytherin table for breakfast, prompting a knowing smirk from England and a sullen look from Austria. They didn't act how one would expect a typical couple to act- at least, those who didn't know them were astonished. They bickered and shot rude insults at each other, mocking and taunting one another but doing it all with smiles on their faces. Prussia pecked her on the cheek after she called him a self-absorbed asshole and then he called her a psychotic bitch. They certainly were interesting to observe, if not a bit odd.

Besides this, the nations were delivered with some more strange news that morning. China was exasperated to find that Korea had left late the previous night for reasons unknown to anyone. China however suspected that he had gotten caught groping some poor student and his playful behavior had been mistaken as something perverted by a professor. The poor country had likely been sent home.

Another student had left last night, and England was pleased to hear that it was his older brother Scotland. He figured Scotland had become bored and left of his own free will, and England guessed that his brother would probably return later, most likely after exams.

New developments aside, the twenty seven nations remaining at Hogwarts were eager to start their first day of classes. So naturally, as the Heads of Houses walked amongst the tables distributing their class schedules, the nations awaited them anxiously and with bated breath. As soon as the schedules were given to them, the nations ran through the Great Hall hunting down their friends to excitedly compare their classes. To England's dismay and France's delight, all of their classes were the same and even worse for England yet better for France, Prussia and Spain were also in them. America was excited to see that he had all but a few classes with England- while England was taking Arithmancy, America was not and he had a free period. After further comparison between Slytherin and Gryffindor schedules, it was discovered that they had almost all of the required classes together. Elective classes were mixed between the four Houses. Slytherins shared Herbology with the Ravenclaws and Astronomy with the Hufflepuffs.

Their first class of the day was History of Magic, much to everyone else's chagrin but to England's delight. He knew everything about that subject! He had lived through it all, after all. It had been nearly two centuries since he had last attended Hogwarts, but from what he remembered that class had been a blast for everyone and all four Houses loved it. Professor Hicks was quirky and had made the class fun, and England had been his star pupil. He'd almost felt bad lying to the guy and saying that no, he had not in fact seen it all with his own eyes. He hoped that whatever professor they had now was just as good.

He was sorely disappointed. He first suspected it when he received odd looks from everyone else in the class as he walked in with a beaming smile on his face. He confirmed his suspicions when Professor Binns, a ghost, drifted through the chalkboard and immediately launched into a droning spiel on giant wars. Within seconds, his hopes for an interesting History of Magic class were dashed and within minutes Binns's monotonous voice had lulled him to sleep.

"Hey Arthur, wake up!" He was being prodded quite forcefully. He grumbled and twitched, brows furrowing as he tried to block out the unwelcome disturbance. Couldn't they see he was trying to sleep?

"Kesese, just leave him there Alfred. Poor little grumpy Brows is tired." Came Prussia's teasing voice. "He'll be woken up by the next class that comes in. Oh look, that should be any minute now. And we have to find the Potions classroom, so we really should get going."

"Heh?" England lifted his head and glared at them. "Ugh, I can't believe I fell asleep! C'mon then, I'll show you where Potions is." He hurriedly grabbed his things and led out of the empty History of Magic classroom and through the complex maze of hallways and staircases, all the way to the dank dungeons where they would be learning Potions.

"You don't have to feel bad, Arthur. Everyone fell asleep! Even the hero!" America assured him. England scoffed and pushed the door open. Professor Snape was standing coolly at his desk, waiting for them with an impassive look on his sallow face.

"You're late."

"Only by a minute!" Prussia cried out in protest. One of Snape's eyebrows raised and Prussia fell silent. He didn't know why, but this man had a rather intimidating aura.

Even England had fallen silent and was regarding him with an odd look on his face. This man... yes, this was him. Severus Snape, a former Death Eater and now a spy for the Order of the Pheonix. England adopted a look of respect, something that clearly caught Snape off guard. A look of dawning recognition passed over Snape's face but was swiftly suppressed.

"Very well. Take your seats."

Some of the students murmured in surprise. No doubt it was an uncommon occurrence for Snape not to give detention to kids who showed up late. England smirked to himself. Thank Merlin for his connections. Just as everyone had their secrets, he had his own fair share of skeletons in the closet. Sometimes, such as now, they sure worked to his advantage.

Okay, so we have the first hint of an actual plot peeking in here! Yay