Hi everyone. Before you all start flaming and everything I would like to say that I'm really really sorry.I never realised how tough high school was until I started it as a freshman. This is the first time in months I've been able to sit down and just type. I have SO many chapters written out in a notebook, I had to start a second one one for what happens after the boggart I'm typing this out at the library so I don't have much time. The laptop my family shares is a piece of crap so I don't even bother trying to open up a word doc. I'm going to get to typing out the story now so, sorry for the long explanation but I felt like I owed it to you all.

The Allies, the Axis, and Spain[1] were confused. They had been at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry for nearly two weeks and England was acting weirder and weirder[2].

He didn't fight with France or America anywhere near as much as he usually did, he seemed to curl in on himself with his shoulders hunched and his arms hanging by his sides plus he flinched if someone touched him. It didn't matter who it was either.

America had snuck up on him once after everyone had gone to bed and England jumped and started yelling. No one except France was paying enough attention to what he was doing to make out what he said. He just kept repeating 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,' over and over again. He didn't seem to realise that no one was listening to him.

America apologized and went back to what he was doing before, and after a while so did everyone else, except England. He just sat there curled up in a little ball, staring at nothing and muttering the same exact words over and over again 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry'

Now, they had to take lessons with Prof. Lupin to catch up to the other students who had two more years of schooling than they did, and today they had to face a boggart.

England was particularly scared, but only because he was the only one who knew what a boggart was.

The other nations knew a boggart was a magical creature, but they didn't know why everyone was so afraid of them.

Germany, China, Japan, and Canada had tried to research what it was but they were always interrupted before they could find anything usefull.

The others hadn't even bothered to try and figure out what a boggart was because they figured that since they were nations whatever it was couldn't hurt them very much. The people running this place were having twelve year olds face them, it couldn't be that bad.

As they entered the classroom, Japan noticed England stiffen slightly. He wasn't sure why but he took this as a bad sign.

Prof. Lupin and the student he was talking to looked up. England stiffened even more as he looked at the pair standing next to a large wardrobe.

Prof. Lupin looked at England for a moment before he blinked and seemed to focus. "Good afternoon everyone. Most of you seem a bit confused, mind telling me why?"[3]

"Hey Prof. what are we going to be up against exactly?" asked America. England sighed just loud enough to be heard by the others.

"We're going to be facing a boggart, Alfred[4]. Did you even try to find out what that is?" asked England

"Maybe," said America evasively.

"No you didn't. You still can't lie to me can you? Either way, a boggart is a shape-shifter. When you first see one, it will change into your worst fear. Like for me it would turn into S-s, anyway I highly doubt that it will hurt you but really, almost anything can happen when magic is involved." said England gaining a slight stutter before putting up a mask of indifference.

"Very good Mr... Kirkland" said Prof. Lupin. "That is very true, especially that last part."

The nations looked at each other, slightly more nervous than before.

"Now, the spell you use against a boggart is Riddikulus. The pronunciation is rih-Di-Kyu-luss. When you say the spell you must have a way to make the boggart harmless.[5] Do try and point your wand at the target, however if you have a powerful enough thought it doesn't really matter what movement you use. Now, would anyone like to volunteer to go first"Asked the professor.

The nations looked at each other for a few moments before Germany spoke up.

"I vill go first, if only to get this over vith."

Lupin looked slightly surprised but quickly turned back to a look of calm indifference.

"Alright Mr.-Beilschmidt. You merely have to walk past the line around the wardrobe and the door will open, good luck."

Germany nodded to the professor and walked forward thinking 'I will defeat this beast, I have been to war I won't be beaten by some creature. But what will it turn into? What am I afraid of?'

As he contemplated this, the door to the wardrobe opened. Out of the wardrobe stepped, Italy?

The boggart Italy walked a little closer to Germany, humming what sounded like a funeral march.

"Hello Germany," said the boggart."What's wrong, you look pale. You're not scared of me are you? It's just me, pathetic little one who can't do anything for himself, the one who would rather surrender than have to fight. Do any of you know why 'I' don't want to fight you? Well, let's see if any of you can guess." he said walking forward. There was some sort of demented smile on the boggarts face. Germany shuddered, that smile was a sick and twisted version of Italy's real smile, it was cold and calculating, everything that Italy's wasn't. As Germany watched, the boggart pulled a knife from it's sleeve. "I never go anywhere without one, you see sometimes I get this, urge to hurt someone. Or something, it doesn't really matter what, I just want to see something die. I know what you're thinking, 'this can't possibly be my sweet innocent little Italy' but I'm afraid you're wrong. I am Italy, or at least a part of him, and it's your brothers fault I exist."

Germany must have looked pretty shocked because the boggart Italy laughed.

"Well not just him, but he is partially at fault, along with Austria, Hungary, Rome, the Holy Roman Empire, Spain, France, and Romano. They don't know how much anguish they caused us. How it felt when we finally realised that he was never coming back, that we would never see him again. We were shocked that so many people we cared about where lying to us. Now, I'm sure you're confused so I'll explain. When we were little, Holy Roman Empire used to stay with us at 'Mr. Austria's' house. Italy really scared of him at first, but I could tell that he was someone you didn't want to mess with. I took to him instantly, Italy warmed up to him soon enough. He would leave every now and then, but he would always be back after a while. Then, he went off to fight 'Big Brother France'. Holy Rome promised that he would come back to us, because by that time he had become quite smitten with Italy. We waited for decades, centuries, all the while having our supposed friends saying he would be back. We always hoped he would come back. Than one day, we heard France gloating to Prussia and Spain about how quickly he had beaten Holy Rome. We listened for a long time, hearing how badly he had hurt Holy Rome before he finally killed him. He tortured Holy Rome for days, beating him, whipping him. The only reason I didn't kill him where he stood was because of what Prussia did when France finally stopped gloating. Apparently France forgot that Holy Rome was Prussia's little brother too. Prussia beat the crap out of France for doing such a horrible thing to his little brother, but that wasn't enough. Ironically they made up after Prussia found you, apparently finding a replacement of Holy Rome was enough to send him crawling back to France begging to be friends again. That night was the first night we contemplated suicide, the only reason we didn't go through with it was because I wanted revenge. I wanted to make France pay for taking the only person I've ever considered a friend away from us, but Italy wasn't willing. Even after all they did to us he still forgave them, but I didn't, and I needed to take my anger at France out on something. So, the next time we went into battle, I broke loose. I slaughtered every person on that battlefield, I didn't care if they were innocent, there's no such thing as innocent. I didn't even care if they were our men or not. I had to kill something, I didn't care who or what as long I could see the light fading from their eyes. I loved hearing them screaming for mercy, I was unstoppable, a whirlwind of death and destruction. Soon enough they were all dead, the field littered with the bodies of the supposedly innocent. Italy couldn't see that I had done them a favor, they didn't have to suffer anymore, no more pain, no more sadness, no more tears. After I got away from him he refused to go out on the battlefield again, knowing I would try and take over, to set them all free. He hasn't gone into battle since, he got more and more useless as time went on. He was depressed because of Holy Rome, he was scared that I would take over while he slept. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he didn't go out, but he still put in a show for the liar's benefit, saying that he didn't want to make them sad or guilty or some other bullshit like that. We both knew he didn't care what they thought, but he had to keep up with routine, because otherwise his facade would start to crack, he would start slipping, and I would get free. But then he met you, and he started to get better, he started talking more, he started eating again, he got stronger. At that point even if he did go into battle I wouldn't have been able to get loose if you were there. But he doubted himself, he didn't me to hurt his new friends, to drive them away. So, he stayed out of it, sure he was your alley but he thought of himself first and foremost as your friend Japan's too, because you never lied to him, never lead him astray. Then he had to betray you, it broke his fragile heart all over again. It wasn't much of a choice, either betray you and stay away from battle, losing you two in the process, or stay by your side and risk getting you all killed. Suffice to say he made the right choice in the long run, but at the time it was killing him. Everyone he ever cared about either had lied to him, was dead, or he had had to betray them. After betraying you he started having nightmares, saying that it was his fault everyone he cared about always ended up dead. Rome and then Holy Rome soon after, and that so soon after being separated from his brother. Soon enough he was contemplating suicide again but this time, I didn't notice until it was almost too late. He was careful to hide his thoughts from me, but at the time I thought nothing of it. I thought he was depressed because he had to betray you. I was wrong."

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I'm sorry it's so short but I'm typing this at school when I should be working on my career's portfolio. I'm so sorry I haven't updated, but somehow time has just flown by. I'll try and update soon but I won't make any promises because I don't want to disappoint you all again. When summer starts I'll have time to write much longer chapters. I have at the very least the next 45 chapters written out depending on how long they are. I will try and write if I can find the time, but I doubt that's going to happen because end of the year exams are coming up along with conferences and CBA's and all that wonderful stuff *note the sarcasm* I hope to see you soon, sorry again, thanks for reading. Read & Review if you can because I love reviews, and criticism, and flames which are used to roast Steve the monster of HetaOni over an open again, this time for such a long author's note. Thank you all for your lovely reviews and constructive criticism.

[1] I have no idea what Spain was doing during WW2, if anyone else does please tell me so I can edit this.

[2] England is going to be very very OOC in this story, you will find out why once you see who his boggart(note: It's not going to be America, France, Canada, Germany, or Rome) And now that I mention it I still need a boggart for China, I have asked everyone I know and no one has any ideas. Please PM me if you have an idea, I would like it to be funny but at this point I will take anything.

[3] Remus is going to be very OOC to but that's because I'm not good at writing people like him, he is shy but is willing to speak in front of crowds, I'm shy but I have no idea how to speak in front of crowds, I get nervous and then I start to stutter and I basically freeze up.

[4] The nations will be calling each other by their human names in public because no one except Dumbledore knows that they're personifications yet.

[5] I know it's supposed to be that they have to make it funny but I can't think of anything.