Chapter 1: Iggy's Long Journey
"Ugh, Iggy!" America whined. "Why do we have to be little kids and you don't?"
England sighed. "Alfred, for the last time it's Arthur, not 'Iggy.' Besides, I'm a professor and you're students."
"Ve~ It's not so bad." Italy said in his high pitched eleven year old voice. If they didn't know any better, they'd say he was a cross-dressing girl.
England had taken the liberty of getting their supplies before they arrived. Wales and Ireland had found wands for the four of them. Going to Ollivander's would have been too risky considering none of the wands would've worked for the de-aged nations.
Now England was leading Germany, Italy, America, and Canada to Platform 9 and 3/4. He had the second largest nation walking beside him because of Canada's ability to vanish into the background. It made him the perfect candidate for this misson as long as he didn't have his hockey stick. Then he was the most noticeable person in the room.
England had packed the 2P mirror and the tome to summon everyone's favorite Russian. He had spoken with his counterpart and arranged to have their nation work sent via the mirror. Summoning Ivan was his backup plan if something went wrong. He also packed hamburgers, pasta, wurst, and maple syrup for his charges. He was well aware of their opinions of English food and decided to prevent having to listen to their whining by packing their favorite foods.
America had packed his bomber jacket and several guns. Arthur put his foot down when his little brother tried to pack a bazooka. The compromise was a Swiss Army knife and a hand gun that Alfred could keep on his person at all times. The obnoxious country also packed his baseball and American football equipment. Though the American was upset that England wouldn't let him bring that alien of his or his whale friend.
Canada had packed treats for his bear, who was sitting on his trunk. He also packed his hockey stick. Not only was it sports equipment, but it could double as a weapon. Never cross Canada.
Germany packed his guns and some knives. He also had a way to contact Japan in case of an emergency. He was still mad because England wouldn't let him bring beer. At least it gave him an excuse to be away from his "awesome" big brother.
Italy had, of course, packed white flags (Arthur limited him to three.) He also packed paints and a sketch pad. And Germany forced him to pack a hand gun that wasn't Italian made around World War I and a pocket knife. He also smuggled in his pasta recipe that he came up with a long time ago. He also had his cat.
The island nation ushered the four through the wall between platforms 9 and 10 before going through himself. He helped them get the luggage on the train and sent the ahead to find an empty compartment. He knew they were rather early so they four shouldn't have too much trouble. But you never know with America and Italy.
England was glad to be away from that bloody frog and Sealand. Though that meant putting up with Alfred, but the sacrifice was worth it. Sealand was with Sweden and his wife, Finland. Romano would bother Spain. And France would bother both Spain and Prussia. Speaking of, the "awesome" ex-nation would bother Hungary and Austria. So the five of them didn't have to worry about the others.
"Artie! We have a compartment. Hurry!" Alfred announced.
Arthur rolled his eyes at the nickname but didn't say anything. It was better than "Iggy." He followed the hyperactive boy., dragging his trunk in tow. He wasn't about to leave the 2P mirror and the "Russia Spell" lying around where some human could mess with them and get themselves killed. The nation had forgotten how rambunctious his younger brother could be.
He put his trunk next to Canada's and sat next to Italy, who was playing with his cat. At least he knew they couldn't get in trouble with him there. Sighing, he took out an ancient spell book to look for a spell to try, emphasis on "try," to keep their psychotic counterparts from going through the mirror. It didn't guarantee it would work and whatever he found would work better if the other 2/3 of the magic trio were there to help.
They sat for awhile before the train started moving. As soon as it moved, Feliciano clung to England and started crying about being too young to die. It was about twenty minutes before America and Germany pried him off. It really didn't help that Canada tended to go unnoticed and freak people out when he spoke.
"For the love of God, Matthew. You need to be bloody louder." Arthur scolded.
"Sorry, eh." Canada mumbled.
Alfred choose that moment to talk with his twin about guns and sports. It was mostly a one sided conversation because the American tended to talk too fast and too loud for the Canadian to get a word in. England had to tell him several times to lower his voice, but his volume was permentely stuck at as loud as a normal person's voice could reach.
About halfway through the journey, Feliciano dug out his sketch pad while Ludwig joined America's and Canada's conversation, which was now about horror movies. Italy-Cat purred happily in his master's lap, occasionally batting at the Italian's pencil. England eventually pulled out his needlepoint and worked on that.
"You lot better get changed." the Englishman told them as the sun started to set. "We'll be there soon."
"Aren't you going to change too?" America asked gesturing to the nation's usual green suit.
He furrowed his eyebrows but sighed in defeat. He knew the younger nation wouldn't do anything until the older nation set the example. He pulled out his teaching robes and slid them over his suit. He sat down and resumed his needlepoint.
"There, your turn."
The American grumbled while the four boys pulled out their robes. America made a face but left with Canada and Germany to go change. Italy on the other hand, striped down to his boxers and put on the black robes. He put the cat in its carrier and went back to drawing. He had a detailed sketch of Venice done by the time the other three countries came back.
Finally, the train stopped at the Hogsmead Station. Arthur drug his trunk with him, still not wanting to risk leaving it behind, and went to the carriages pulled buy threstles. Italy-Cat had escaped his carrier and England picked him up, knowing Italy would be extremely upset if anything happened to the damn thing.
The four young nations went towards a woman calling for first years while a certain famous wizard and his friends climbed into Arthur's carriage. Alfred, Matthew, Ludwig, and Feliciano climbed into their own boat and went across the lake. Admittedly, the first sight of the castle took their breath away. America had been certain that England had nothing nice to offer, but this proved him wrong.
England rode up to the castle and drug his trunk over to a spot at the end of the staff table. He set it against the wall, out of sight, and let the Italian's cat lay in his lap until he could return it to his fellow nation. He watched as students filed in and made small talk with his new coworkers, that were frankly more tolerable than half the world. Especially a certain French frog.
Meanwhile, the nervous first years were greeted by a stern looking woman. She explained that they were going to be sorted into their house. She lead them in, set down a stool in front of the teachers, and set a dusty old hat on top of it. Said hat burst out in song, which was warning them they needed to unite.
The witch got ready to call the first name, but a certain Italian noticed his cat laying in England's lap.
"Ve~ You naughty kitty!" he scolded the cat rather loudly before rushing up to take it. "How did you escape? I must have taught you better than I thought. Gratzie E- I mean Arthur!"
The Englishman smiled akwardly before gesturing him back. Feli's outburst had caused the Great Hall to erupt in laughter. Dumbledore gestured for everybody to settle down before the witch called the first name.
I'm not going to recount every last detail from the book nor am I going to rewrite the scenes that aren't going to involve Hetalia. Please correct any mistakes you see. Hetalia and Harry Potter don't belong to me.