Chapter 25: Suspicion (Duh. Who Wouldn't Be?)

Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table after the chaos that is the countries. She had missed the entire thing. The Great Hall was buzzing about the entire thing. She sat the Imperialism book in front of Harry and Ron and pulled out several pictures.

"Remember that Alaska and Axis picture? I've been going through this book and found more." she informed them before setting more pictures in front of them.

The first one was a fairly recent one in color of a young man and young woman. The man looked a lot like the one in the Alaska picture. He had blond hair with a cowlick that seemed to defy gravity. From what they could tell, his eyes were blue. He wore a pair of glasses that only had the bottom wire on the frames and a 1940's era American bomber jacket that looked identical to the one that Alfred wore. The woman had blonde hair and indigo eyes. She wore a navy blue dress with a white apron over it and a white bow in her hair. She looked almost like Professor Braginski's sister. Both looked to be around nineteen. "A.F.J. and N.A. Minsk, Belarus." it read on the back.

The next was a black and white photo of two men. One had shaggy hair and large eyebrows. He looked like Professor Kirkland and appeared to be in his early twenties. He was glaring daggers at the other man. He had shoulder length, wavy hair and stubble. He too looked to be in his early twenties. The first man looked almost like he was expecting the other man to do something inappropriate. Both were in 20's era clothing. On the back was written "A.K. and F.B. 1925. Paris, France."

And the last one was of two teenagers that looked exactly the same with a few minor differences. The older looking of the two had hair that was a shade darker and eyes that were wide open. He wore a displeased look on his face. The other one had lighter hair, closed eyes, and an excited look on his face. Both of them had curls that defied gravity, only they were going in different directions. They wore military uniforms of some sort. Turning it over, they saw written in loopy writing was "L.R.V. and F.V.V. Rome, Italy. Italian Unification. 1861." The one teenager actually looked like Feliciano.

"See that man?" Hermione asked while pointing to the Belarus photo. "Shave five or six years off him and he'd look exactly like Alfred. He even has the same initials as him and the man from the photograph of Alaska."

"What are these three pictures doing in an Imperialism book?" Harry asked.

"I have a theory." she replied. "Whoever put these in this book was thinking no one would ever find it. I mean, think about it. Exactly how many wizards are going to go looking for a book over Imperialism?"

"Not one in their right mind." Ron answered.

"Precisely. They were trying to hide it. Which means they are familiar with Hogwarts and they know who these people are." she concluded. "And they look like they came from a muggle camera. This can't be a coincidence."

"But you can't bloody confront Alfred about it, 'Mione." Ron pointed out. "You'll sound mad if you say 'Hey Alfred you look exactly like this bloke in an ancient picture from 1868 and one that looks like it's from the 80's.'"

America sent New Mexico and Massachuettes home as Germany got the other countries under control. When everyone was settled, Arthur started ranting.

"Do you gits realize how serious this is?" England demanded. "If this-this..."

"Fucking nosy bitch?" America suggested.

"Not how I would have put if, but thank you Alfred." Arthur replied. "If she finds out, then we're..."

"Royally fucked?" Alfred supplied.

"Yes again."

"Looks like Amérique is Angleterre's petite colony after all." France smirked.

This caused both to go red with anger. America yelled "I'm a free country, Frenchy!" while England growled "Shove it frog!" Italy looked between the three and put a hand in the air.

"PASTA!~" he cried in order to prevent a fight.

Fortunately, Germany understood what he was trying to do, even if he didn't approve of the method. "Danke Italien."

"Ve~ Prego." Feli replied.

"Now, you dummkopfs need to stop coming here." Ludwig scolded. "No doubt they're suspicious now, vith Gilbert coming und getting all lovey dovey vith Canada und now this."

"Vhat are hyu talking kleiner bruder? Can't the awesome me see mein awesome Birdie?" Prussia asked.

"Nein Preußen!" the German growled. "Though you don't act it, you're physically a twenty-something und it's suspicious zat a twenty-something claims to be an eleven year-old's boyfriend. If you vant to see Canada, zen vait until the summer."

"The awesome me vait? I think nein. I cannot live vithout Birdie's awesome pancakes." the Prussian replied.

Germany face palmed and mumbled something no one could understand. "Gilbert, you are a complete dummkopf. How you've survived so long is beyond me."

"How is he even still alive, dude? I'm pretty sure we dissolved his country after World War II and what was his country is now part of Poland." America stated.

"Don't mention zat unawesome person in my awesome presence." Prussia ordered darkly, still bitter about the Pole claiming his land.

Austria decided to change the subject. "Deutschland is right. Ve should stay avay from here. Kommen Slowenien und Ungarn, let's go home."

"Ve~ Ciao!" Italy cried as the three left. "I'll see-a you later and I'll write-a too!"

"Vamos Roma y Mexi. You can check in with your brothers whenever." Spain declared as he grabbed one of their wrists and dragged them out the door.

"See you-a later Fratello!" Feli called.

France huffed and grabbed Prussia by the wrist, muttering something about killing him. America grabbed Belarus and showed her to the door because he knew she wouldn't leave Russia any other way. Switzerland mutter something about Leichenstein and Seborga and dissappeared. And China said something to Japan about westerners and their immaturity before sulking off. Kiku sighed, bid goodbye to Feliciano and Ludwig, and followed the older nation.

America returned a moment later and slammed his hands down on a desk, accidentally breaking it. He pulled out his wand. "Oops. Sometimes I forget my own strength. What was that spell again? Oh yeah, Reparo." He turned to England. "Did ya see that Iggy? Anyway, what are we gonna do now? The others are probably suspicious."

"I could always erase their memories." England suggested. "Of course that spell is extremely tricky and I could do more harm than good."

"I could always bash their heads in with my pipe." Russia offered. He pulled out his pipe which was oddly clean. "I cleaned it specially for leetle Amerika, but I can always clean it again, da?"

"Nein!" Germany yelled.

"Pick axe?"

"No!" England snapped. "That's worse than the pipe."

"Oh well. I'll just use it on South Korea or something then I will clean it and use it on Amerika." Ivan said cheerfully.

"I just remembered, I have to write to South Korea about stuff." Alfred stated before hurrying off.

I haven't really been active due to school work. Sorry. On top of that I have two other fanfictions I'm working on, so my updates aren't going to be as frequent as they were at Christmas. Thank you to my reviewers and followers. I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia.