Chapter 5: America's New Enemies and England Butts Heads
The four nations were heading to detention with England. He had somehow convinced Umbridge to transfer their detentions to him, saying lines wouldn't get the message across to them and he knew the perfect way to do that. Of course she couldn't tell him that she was planing on making them carve their skin open, so she couldn't refuse. Not that she knew it, but England knew her plan all along and knew that would reveal their secret.
Of course that meant having to watch them along with Malfoy, but it was a nescessary sacrifice. He couldn't risk letting that woman discover their secret, because then that meant the Ministry and Voldemort would find out. He'd become one with Mother Russia before he let that happen. By the time the four nations and Malfoy got there, Arthur had everything ready.
"Feliciano, you'll be helping me with paperwork. Alfred, Matthew, Draco, you'll be cleaning the classroom without magic. And Ludwig, you'll be double checking Feliciano's work and making sure he didn't slip into Italian. I'm afraid my boss doesn't read Italian." Arthur told them.
He summoned two chairs, a mop, a broom, a dustpan, a bucket of water, disinfectant, and a rag. He handed the mop to America, the broom to Malfoy, and the rag to Canada.
"My father will hear about this." Malfoy grumbled.
"Oh shut up and start sweeping so I can mop." Alfred snapped. "I can't do anything until all the junk is swept up."
"Don't tell me what to do, Mudblood."
"Iggy, this pale weirdo called me a 'Mudblood.' I don't know what that means, but it sounds like one of those words that would make Oliver wash Allen's mouth out with soap."
"Mr. Malfoy, I've told you three bloody times not to use language like that. You're a fifth year, so I shouldn't have to repeat myself to you. I'll see you in detention for the rest of the week." Arthur told him. "Now Alfred, unless you want to answer that bloody frog's letters, I suggest you not disturb me. Bloody wanker. I'll give him a 'black sheep of Europe' next time I see him."
"Ve~ does that mean you're going to strangle big brother Francis?" Italy asked.
"Get back to paperwork, Feliciano."
It was relatively quiet. Only Germany was speaking to occasionally remind the Italian to not write "Ve~" or to keep writing in English.
"Hey Mattie, want to play baseball tomorrow?" America asked.
"Only if you play hockey with me in the winter, eh." Canada replied.
"Sure dude! Iggy, want to play?"
"No thank you, Alfred. You turn intensely competitive when you play baseball and American football. And Matthew's personality turns around whenever he so much as holds a hockey stick." England replied. "Don't even ask Feliciano or Ludwig. I'm afraid Matthew is the only one that can play with you and you're the only one that can play hockey with Matthew."
"God you're sickening, Yank." Malfoy said. "Playing Muggle sports. Any self respecting wizard would be playing Quiditich."
"Don't call me 'Yank.'" the American spat. "And baseball's one of the awesomest sports ever! So don't you dare diss anything that comes from my country, you racist asshole."
"Alfred!" England growled.
"I don't care if Oliver comes here right now and shoves the lye soap in my mouth, I will not let this jerk get away with insulting me."
"And what exactly are you going to do about it, Mudblood?" Malfoy asked.
America lunged but Canada and Germany pulled him back. He lashed out against the other two nations and swore as they refused to loosen their grip. They made sure he couldn't reach his concealed gun and start shooting. If Germany and Canada were humans, they'd be extremely injured from the American's super strength. Luckily they were nations and Canada was used to restraining his younger twin.
"Enough!" England yelled at the younger nations. He picked up his younger brother with ease because the American was now an eleven year old. "Alfred F. Jones, that is enough."
Matthew and Ludwig picked themselves up. The German went to walk back to a cowering Feliciano, but stopped when he heard a crunching noise.
"Texas! You broke Texas!" Alfred cried. "This means war, dammit!"
"Alfred, it was an accident and you're partially at fault. Besides, I can fix Texas." England said picking up the broke glasses and pulled out his wand. "Reparo." The glass flew back into the lenses and repaired itself. He stuck them on the younger nation's nose. "There, good as new. Now I'll see you in detention tomorrow. All of you can leave."
The Gryffindors headed back to the tower and Malfoy headed to the dungeons. Alfred was pointedly avoiding his twin and the German and was instead talking to Italy about if Poland was going to reply or not and if he'd help them get back at Umbridge.
The next morning, America was chatting with his fellow countries about sports. He had forgiven Germany and Canada and also scared them in the process because of how quickly his mood changed. Suddenly they saw the mail come.
"Sweet! Look at all those owls." America exclaimed as one landed beside him. "I wonder if I can train one of my eagles to do that. Hey Feli dude, look. Felicks sent us an answer."
"Dear Alfie and Feli, First off, tell Luddy, Artie, and, uh, Mattie that Liet and me totally say hi. And second, that woman did what? She is so like totally dead. How dare she ruin pink. She must be like a crime against nature or something. I'm so going to totally embarrass her. What was that thing called again? A howler? I'm totally going to ask Artie how to send one. Maybe include Natalya to scare the living shit out of her? What you think? Anyway, Francis is totally demanding Artie to send him an explaination on Mattie's (that's his name right?) disappearance. Write to us soon. Love, Feliks and Liet." Alfred read to his three companions.
"Ve~ we should tell En- I mean, Arthur." Feli exclaimed.
"Hem, hem." an annoying cough came. They turned around and saw that toad. "And what exactly do you have to tell Professor Kirkland?"
America opened his mouth but Canada cut him off. "That our friends Feliks and Toris say hello and that mon frére, Francis, and our other friends want us to write, eh."
"Can I see this letter?" she asked.
"Hell no. It's none of your damn business what Feliks had to say." Alfred snapped. He turned to his friends. "I'm going to write Francypants and that little fort before I gotta go to class. Feli, you should write Lovino before he shows up and starts swearing at everybody. And Ludwig you should write your 'awesome' brother. Also Mattie, you should write Francypants too and let him know that Iggy hasn't sacrificed you to that Commie Bastard or poisoned you with his cooking."
"Alfred, how many times do you have to be told that Ivan's not Communist anymore and the Soviet Union is split up, eh?" Canada asked.
"Until Ivan stops carrying around that water pipe and offering to beat me to death with it." he replied.
"Vhatever. Just don't start Vorld Var III." Ludwig said.
"I might go talk to Iggy first though."
The American raced off with his letter leaving his fellow nations and that toad. There was no way in hell he was letting that bitch find out their plan. Umbridge walked to the teachers' table, knowing who's mail she was going through first.
Arthur was sitting at his desk listening to his younger brother ramble about what Poland had to say when Umbridge walked in.
"Anyway, Francypants wants you to write and explain Mattie's disappearance. But at least Gilbert's not demanding you write about Ludwig. Then again, I have a feeling our 'awesome' friend would come see you in person." America rambled. England was thankful he was remembering to use human names or at least nicknames. "I think Francypants thinks you posioned Mattie or sacrificed him to the Commie Bastard. Not that I'd let that Commie ever come near my brother. And what kind of hero would I be if I let you poison my brother?"
"Alfred, you git, Ivan's not bloody Communist anymore." Arthur reminded him. "Did you forget his sisters lived in your house for awhile and Gilbert started living in Ludwig's basement after the Soviet Union broke up?"
"Of course I didn't dude! Natalya's gotten clingy to me. It's starting to creep me out!" the American exclaimed. "And is that why we don't see Gilbert anymore?"
"He's taken to draining his brother's beer supply and bothering Rodreich, Vash, and Elizabeta." the island nation replied. "Of course he usually ends up getting shot by Vash and having his head bashed in with that Hungarian's frying pan. As the frog would put it, Gilbert and Elizabeta have unresolved sexual tension."
"Dude, if you tell Lizzy that she'll beat you to death with her frying pan." America laughed. "And Feli's not the only one Swissy uses for target practice. Then again, that's his fault for streaking through Vash's yard in the middle of the night to get to Ludwig's house.
"Hem, hem."
"What do you need, Dolores?" England asked sounding annoyed.
"It's just that this is not related to the history of magic and I don't think the Minister would approve." she said in her annoying voice.
"Well, my little brother and I were having a private conversation that's none of your business and he doesn't need any help with the subject I'm teaching." he replied.
"And why would you assume that?"
"Alfred, explain the Salem Witch Trials."
"The Salem Witch Trails took place in 1693 in Salem, Massachusetts. Several women were accused of being witches and punished for that crime. Contrary to popular belief, they were hung, not burned at the stake like they were in France. Today, Salem is supposedly haunted and several people like to play Ouija there to speak with the witches' spirits. The women were pardoned in 1993 by the U.S. government along with a formal apology." America explained.
"See? He really doesn't need my help." England said.
He knew America would know that because he was actually there when the witches were hung. Believe it or not, but when America was a young colony, he believed in magic. You could not be the little brother of England and not believe in magic. But what happened in Salem was part of the reason the younger nation was wary when it came to magic. His colonist had instilled that doubt and fear when he was young.
"And if he needs help, I'll help him or Feliciano Vargas will help him." the older nation added. "But don't you bloody tell me what my brother and I can and cannot talk about."
"That's only one thing he knows. That doesn't prove he knows what the Ministry recommends." she snarled.
"Alfred, the origin of vampires." England ordered.
"Vampires originated in Romania with Vlad the Impaler. It is said that Vlad ran a stake through his own citizens bodies, drank their blood, and put them on display to scare away his enemies." Alfred said lazily.
Arthur turned to Umbridge, proud of his former colony for helping him. He knew America wasn't stupid. He just acted stupid and silly half the time. But when it came down to it, America could be serious.
"Don't you ever come in here and tell me what the Ministry wants. You will not praise the damn Ministry to me nor will you shove Ministry propaganda down my throat. I don't give a fuck what that bastard of a Minister has to say. And if you think I'm scared of the Minister, you have another thing coming. If you bloody think you can get me in trouble, well then you are sadly mistaken. I have ties that go above your precious Minister's head." he snarled. "Now leave."
"Mr. Kirkland, you've made a huge mistake. I will not stand for disloyalty-" she started before America cut her off.
"Disloyalty? Please lady, you don't know shit about disloyalty. How about being figuratively split apart because half of your family wants to leave and the other half wants to make them stay? How about being burned by the two people you trusted most in the world? How about having someone you love dearly be attacked by someone you thought was your friend? How about having an ally stab you in the back and threaten to destroy you? You know nothing. So don't you fucking talk about disloyalty in front of me!" he growled before stalking out of the room to his first class.
My longest chapter ever! Anyway, I was referencing the Civil War. In my mind, the states are personified and none of the other nations, save Canada and Mexico, are supposed to know about them. The War of 1812, when Canada and England burned Washington D.C. Pearl Harbor, because Japan and America were on relatively good terms before that. And the Cold War, Russia used to be America's ally and the Cold War nearly turned hot several times (ex: Vietnam and Korea.) Anyway, please correct any mistakes you see. And did I portray Poland correctly? Also, can somebody tell me how to spell his name, please? I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter. And thank you to my reviewers and followers.