Happy Valentine's Day everyone! This chapter will be focusing on Canada!
PS: My f key is acting screwy, so I might be missing some fs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter.
As the first years entered the Great Hall, Canada smiled. Everything was the same as the last time he'd been there. The ceiling was enchanted to reflect the night sky, and enchanted floating candles were scattered across the Hall. The older students were already seated at the four long tables. When the first years entered, Hall broke out in whispers. Canada noted the new faces at the staff table warily. He recognized Dumbledore; however the man wearing a turban on his head was definitely new.
Professor McGonagall stood beside the stool the sorting hat was placed on. Eagerly he strained his ears. Suddenly the hat burst into song. When the sorting hat was finished, McGonagall announced, "When I call your name, you come forward and I will place the sorting hat on your head. You will then take a seat at your new house. Remember, your house is like family; your house common room is where you spend all of your free time. Now, let the sorting begin!"
"Bones, Susan." Names were called and students were sorted.
Hermione was called Gryffindor, and then it was America's turn. He approached the stool, and sat down. When the sorting hat was placed on his head, the look of bewilderment on his face almost made Canada giggle. After a couple minutes of tense silence, the hat shouted Gryffindor!" and Alfred joined the Gryffindor table.
Japan was sorted into Ravenclaw , with the same expression on his face. Harry was Gryffindor, and so were Ron and Neville. When it was finally Canada's turn to be sorted most of the other students were already sorted. "Williams, Matthew."
Canada made his way to the stool and sat down. The sorting hat was placed on his head, and a familiar voice resounded in his mind. 'Well, if it isn't Canada again.'
'Hello sorting hat. Same as usual?' The reply came and Canada sighed. Same as usual.
The sorting hat opened his mouth and called out, "This student cannot be sorted. He will stay in whatever house he feels like, however he will have entrance to all of the house common rooms."
The Hall erupted into sound, everyone protesting the event. How was it possible he couldn't be sorted? Canada knew, however no one else did. Standing up, he wandered over to his brother's table Gryffindor. Sitting down beside his brother and Harry, Canada thought about the act that everyone would probably forget about him, even with the unusual sorting experience.
Professor Dumbledore stood up clearing his throat. "Now, I have a few things to mention. The third floor corridor is out of bound to anyone who does not wish to die a painful death. The forbidden forest is, forbidden. No magic in the corridors between classes. Now, let the feast begin."
Plates appeared on the tables, piled high with a variety of foods. Alfred immediately began stuffing his face. Harry turned to Canada and asked, "Hey, Mat, is it usual not to be sorted?"
Matthew shook his head, "It has never happened to anyone else in all of history."
Looking confused, Harry turned back to the food, piling his plate high.
After the feast was over, Canada walked over to the staff table. He approached Dumbledore, and stated, "Professor Dumbledore, I think I will stay in Gryffindor, for now. Due to, 'circumstances' I think it is best I stay with my brother." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled knowingly.
"Yes, I think that is for the best. Your dorm will be prepared by the time you enter the common room."
Canada nodded, "Thank you Professor Dumbledore."
Following Percy, the current Gryffindor prefect, Canada headed to the Gryffindor common room. He stepped through the portrait hole, and looked around. Not much had changed. Everything was still in crimson and gold. Comfortable armchairs were scattered across the room, surrounding the fireplace. Worn tapestries and faded yet cozy rugs decorated the walls and floor. Ignoring everyone else, he headed up to the first year dorms. Curling up by the window, he stroked Kumajirou, the animal companion he had chosen.
I'm not satisfied by this chapter, but oh well I'm in a rush. Ahh! I love Canada!