Chapter 3: Somebody's Obviously Going Insane Here
In an instant Lucino, Oliver, Allen, Lutz, and Matt were in their world. Umbridge was using magic against them, despite being told magic wouldn't work on the 2Ps, and it was only making them madder. Matt was the sanest one in the group, and he looked about ready to bash her head in with his hockey stick. That was bad. Arthur grabbed Oliver and hissed something into his ear. He handed his crazy counterpart something and the 2P's eyes widened in shock.
Olivef hissed something in Lucino's ear and the Italian's already deranged smile turned even more deranged. As if it was possible.
"Stop, idiotas." he ordered, a murderous edge to his voice. "It will be suspicious of we kill her."
"But ve can't let her go." Lutz said. "She's seen too much."
"Oliver has has a plan." 2P Italy replied. "She will never remember tonight, because if she does, she's dead. Oliver, is it ready?" His lip curled upward further. "Good."
He put his knife to her throat and hissed something in her ear. She opened her mouth and Oliver shoved a cupcake in her mouth. If anybody had to guess, it was a super extra special one. She tried to spit it out, but Matt clamped her mouth shut.
"Swallow." Lucino ordered. "Matt, you are going to let Lutz borrow your hockey stick to knock her unconscious. Don't agrue. I said we weren't killing her. That's why he's doing it instead."
Matt grudgingly obliged and handed his hockey stick to the German. Lucino knelt next to the witch's ear.
"If you ever go snooping again, you will die." he hissed. "You're lucky this time."
He signaled the German and Lutz brought it down on her head before handing it back to the 2P Canadian. Oliver used a spell and sent her to her chambers.
"Now get back into the mirror." Arthur ordered. "Or I'll summon this world's Belarus."
The five 2Ps climbed through the mirror before the Englishman pulled out a heavy, black curtain. He pulled out his wand and hung it magically. He muttered a few spells under his breath before putting his wand away.
"That should keep them umder control." he sighed before turning to his attention to the other nations. "She won't remember a thing. What I had Oliver put in that cupcake, along with a non deadly poison, should erase her memories of the 2Ps. But after Alfred's bloody outburst, the whole school is suspicious."
"I'm sorry, Iggy!" America cried. "It's just the 2Ps! They're scary!"
"Vhat iz vrong vith Amerika? He's been acting like a coward und clinging to you." Germany stated.
"I have a theory or two." England replied absent-mindedly.
"Und vhy vas Italy sorted into zhe house of zhe brave?"
"I-I don't know." England replied before sighing. "I'll have to ask someone who knew him as a child. Do you know, Italy?"
But the Italian was fast asleep.
"Look, it'll be revealed eventually. But it's bed time. I'll take you lot to the Gryffidor Tower."
He lead the five to the dormitory before returning to his own room and going to sleep. He had to teach fifth year Gryffidors and Slytherins in the first class of the year. He just hoped that his spell kept what was behind the mirror where it belonged. Maybe he'd have Norwat and Romania strengthen it.
"Mattie!" America screamed in his brother's ear. "Wake up! We gots to go to class!"
"And this is why Arthur yells at you." Canada muttered as he put his pillow over his head to block out his twin's yells.
"Quiet, saukerl." Ludwig snarled.
Feliciano continued to sleep. America ran over and jumped on the Italian. He started singing "The Star Spangled Banner" as loud as possible. Italy woke up and started screaming in Italian and desperately tried to get the younger nation off. Eventually Germany pulled the American off but his pajama shirt and pinned him against the wall.
"Vhat part of 'quiet' don't you understand, arschloch?" he growled, pointing his knofe at Alfred's throat.
"Hey!" Canada yelled, pointing his hockey stick at the two. "Enough fighting or I'll get Arthur. Feliciano, settle down."
The Italian stop yelling out of confusion, took one look at the pissed off Canadian, and started screaming in a mixture of Italian and English. America and Germany were practically choking each other while Matthew was swinging at their heads and grabbing Italy's shirt when he tried to escape.
"ENOUGH!" a certain Englishman's voice roared. "Matthew, Alfred, Ludwig, put those weapons away. Feliciano, settle down and put that bloody flag away." The four complied. "Get dressed and be down at breakfast in five minutes."
He stalked out the door and went down to the Great Hall. The four startled nations quickly put on their robes and ran after him.
Saying Arthur was angry was an understatement. He was completely and utterly pissed. He couldn't believe the other countries were fighting in less than twenty-four hours. Actually he could, but he wasn't expecting Canada to join in. He expected the soft spoken boy to break up fights peacefully, not whack those involved with his hockey stick.
The four filed in as quietly as possible and took their seats at Gryffindor table. McGonagall gave them their schedules. They had DADA, History of Magic, a free period, and potions. Lovely. Umbridge, Arthur, and that creepy, hook nose man named Snape.
The four grabbed breakfast and ran to grab their books. Arthur sighed and went to prepare his lesson for the fifth years. If he was correct, they were very behind on their history. Goblin riots? Giant wars? Really? What the hell did that have to do with the history of magic?
No, no, no. Arthur would have to re-teach everything. Dumbledore should have honestly gotten rid of that ghost ages ago.
"Please, what does some Mudblood know about the history of magic? My father will hear about this." Malfoy said loudly.
"Oh, I'm sure he already knows, Mr. Malfoy." a cool voice replied. "Five points from Syltherin for your foul language and I advise you not to swear in this classroom again."
The blond man in a green, Muggle suit walked to the front of the class. He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote "Professor Kirkland" in loopy writing. He turned around revealing emerald eyes and bushy eyebrows.
"Before we begin, I have a few rules for your safety. First, and most important, do not touch or move this curtain for any reason or you will die a very painful death and I really don't want to find your organs in a cupcake and your blood in pasta sauce." he said while gesturing to a large black curtain. "Second, do not cuss in this class. An, ah, acquaintance of mine is not fond of it and he's, unfortunately, always watching. So if you wish to keep your tongue and not have it force fed to you, I advise you to obey that rule."
He clapped his hands together. "On that happy note, you don't ever need to bring your books to this class, because they are lacking terribly. Your historical education is far below standard, so I'll be re-teaching everything. We will be starting with Rome."
Hermione, needless to say, looked like he just slapped her. There was no way that Professor Binns hadn't taught them the right stuff. This year was going to be a long year.
I figured out how to do a page break. Finally! Good news, I don't have to have surgery, so the only thing keeping me from updating is school. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. Hetalia and Harry Potter aren't mine.