Chapter 9: Discoveries

Alfred and Feliciano carried a rather large stack of books to the history of magic classroom. It was every book that even mentioned the possibility of nations existing plus a few World War and Cold War books just in case someone's picture was in there. It wasn't good that Harry Potter and his friends were on to them, but it'd be worse if Umbridge went snooping.

"Ve~ Alfred." Feli said.

"Yes, Feli?"

"Why don't you go-a to Defense Against the Dark Arts anymore?" the Italian asked.

America thought for a second before answering. "I don't like the way she talks and the way she treats us. I rebelled when Iggy was treating me like a child and not recognizing that I could stand on my own and if I didn't put up with that, I sure as hell ain't gonna take it from her."

"Oh. But you and Arthur get along now." Italy pointed out.

"I know we do, dude. But that's because I've grown up since then. And besides, you and me used to be enemies but now we get along okay and Kiku is a good friend." Alfred replied. "But that Umbridge toad isn't Iggy, Kiku, Ludwig, or you. She's a random stranger who's taken the role of dictator and I hate those types of people. It's why one of my neighbors and me don't get along."

"Ve~ By dittatore you mean like Ludwig's, Kiku's, Antonio's, Ivan's, and my old bosses?" Feliciano asked.

"Yes. Now let's get these things to Iggy. How much you wanna bet he flipped his lid when Mattie and Ludwig told him?"

"Ve~ niente. You'll-a win and I'll-a be out of pasta money."

"Pasta? Really dude?" Alfred asked.

"Ve~ sì. I love pasta and if I don't-a have any money, I can't-a get the ingredienti." Feli replied.

The two continued in silence before coming to the room. Arthur, Matthew, and Ludwig were nowhere to be found, so they just set the books on England's desk before leaving. He'd get why they were there when he returned.

Meanwhile at America's house, a young woman stood outside the door waiting for him to answer. Her long brown hair was tied back and her warm, brown eyes were hidden behind her dark shades. She wore a red t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and worn, leather cowboy boots with a gun strapped at her waist.

She pounded loudly on the door. "Estados Unidos, get your gringo ass out here now or I'll break down the fucking door."

Mexico, or Rosa Fernandez, is America's and Canada's older sister. She was raised by Spain, who she refers to as Papa España. She gets along fairly decent with Canada, but she and America fight about as bad as England and France. Don't let that fool you, though. If anybody hurts either of her little brothers, there'll be hell to pay.

It's similar to how Romano treats Italy. Speaking of, she inherited his colorful language. It must be a thing about Spain's colonies because most of South America is the same way.

"Fine, gringo. Don't answer me. Because that means I don't have to hear about the boarder problems or the Alamo. I'll just go see Canadá." she growled before storming off.

Hermione was looking in the library for books over nations, but she wasn't finding anything. She tried Muggle history books, but discovered somebody already checked most them out. All that was left was a book over Imperialism from the 15th to the early 20th centuries.

She flipped through it, reading about Italy, Canada, Mexico, America, Austraila, India, etc. It was quiet boring actually. It quoted a couple of people with the initals "G.B.," "A.K.," and "F.B." but she couldn't find their actual names, only that they were from Prussia, England, and France respectively.

Frustrated, she slammed the book shut, causing a paper to fall out. She bent over and picked it up, noticing it was an ancient black and white photograph with loopy writing on the back that said "A. Jones and I. Brangski in the Alaska territory, 1868."

Turning it over, she saw two men standing in a snow covered land she guessed was Alaska. The first man was at least seven feet tall and was wearing a long coat and scarf. He had an innocent looking face. The other man was at least a foot shorter than the first. His hair was neat looking with a stubborn cowlick. His eyes were hidden behind no underwire glasses.

Both men looked eerily familiar, but it was in too bad of a condition to make out their faces. Hermione picked up the book and went to check it out. There were probably more photographs like this within it.

Mexico was standing outside Canada's house, tapping her foot impatiently. She was starting to regret not bringing a jacket. She had forgotten how chilly her brothers' places got in the fall.

But she was more worried about her brothers. She'd been standing outside Canada's house for ten minutes and he wasn't answering. It looked like he hadn't even been home for a couple of weeks. Sighing, Mexico pulled out her cell phone and dialed a familiar number.

"¿Hola?" a male voice on the other end asked.

"Papa, soy México. Have you heard from mis hermanos lately?" she asked.

"¿Tus hermanos? ¿Como se llaman?"

"Canadá y Estados Unidos." she replied. "Have you seen them?"

"No pero they were with Inglaterra. But nobody can reach him. Try Francia." Spain suggested.

In the background, somebody yelled, "Hey Tomato Bastard, has Tea Bastard or Potato Bastard called about mio idiota fratello?"

"Un momento." he told Mexico before responding to Romano. "No mi tomate pequeño." He returned to talking with Mexico. "Lo siento, Mexi, but I have to go. Romano wants answers too. Apparently, Inglaterra took Italia y Alemania too. Hasta luego."

"Hasta la vista, Papa." Rosa said before hanging up.

How dare England take her brothers and not tell her. Romano was right, he was a bastard. She got in her rental car and went to the nearest airport to purchase a ticket to France. She was going to get their location from the Frenchman, even if she had to torture him.

Sorry I didn't update yesterday but I had a ton of Algebra to make up. This is just a filler chapter with an introduction to Mexico, whose going to play a bigger role later. My friend and I were talking about this during lunch today and she gave me some ideas. She suggested I involve South Africa, but I settle with Mexico instead. I also got another idea, I can't say much, but one Hetalia character's going to be kind of picked on later, and by that, I mean kind of tortured. And another's going to snap. The idea on how they snap goes to my friend who suggested it, she knows who she is. I would've never thought of it, but it's genius! Neither will happen, though, until much later. Anyway, I don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter. If you see any mistakes, please let me know. Thanks to my reviewers and followers.