The moment he sent the letter to the headmaster of Hogwarts, England pulled out his address book and began to scroll through names, immediately encountering another problem. There were not many countries on his list that would be willing to help him, and there were even fewer who accepted magic to begin with. They would feel that it wasn't their problem if Voldemort returned. Most of them probably wouldn't even know who Voldemort was.

England sighed, continuing to read the many names. There was Egypt, but he had his own governmental problems even with magic. England wasn't sure that involving him was the best idea.

He remembered his older brothers, and instantly shot that idea down. The three of them hated his very existence, and would probably enjoy seeing him crumble. It was bad enough England was going to Scotland's school without telling him, but the man would never let him if he asked.

England then remembered the rest of the magic trio, Romania and Norway. Of course! Why didn't he think of them before? They would love to help him.

He flipped to Romania's number and dialed it into the phone. To his utter disappointment, it went straight to voicemail.

-Hey, this is Romania! I am currently unavailable, so please leave a message after the beep! *BEEP*-

England sighed in annoyance. He forgot that this man never bothered to turn on his phone, or even charge it for that matter. He probably had over a hundred unanswered messages.

"Hey, Romania, it's England. I could use your help with something important. If you're interested, call me."

He hung up, and deciding that he wasn't going to wait for Romania to respond, dialed Norway's number. It took a couple of rings for anyone to pick up, and when they did, England was greeted with a crash.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! Hey, Britain, what's up man?" Denmark spoke loudly through the receiver, forcing England to have to hold the phone away from his ear.

"Hello, Denmark. Is Norway there?" He asked.

"Hang on...NORGE! THERE IS A CERTAIN BRIT WITH TERRIBLE COOKING WAITING ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!"

"Stop screaming Danmark. You'll wake the neighbors." Norway growled. "Hello England. What is it that you need? As you can see I am dealing with a certain problem at the moment." He didn't seem like he was in the best mood at the moment. England couldn't blame him - Denmark was almost as bad as America.

"You know how Voldemort has returned?" His voice fell into a low whisper.

"...Yes."

"Well…" He began to explain his situation and what he planned to do. All the while, Norway was silent on the other line, except for the occasional confirmation that he was still listening. When England finished, Norway sighed.

"I would love to, but my loyalty and priority is my country. I need to help keep them safe should Voldemort make his way over here. Sorry."

England's heart dropped. There wasn't anyone else that was willing to help - no one that he knew of.

"That's alright, I understand. Well, you have a nice night." He muttered dejectedly. He was about to end the call when Norway spoke up.

"...Wait. I know someone who might be willing to help. If I remember correctly, she speaks rather highly of you and your brothers' school. I'm sure she would love to visit that place. I could give you their number if you don't already have it." He spoke slowly, as if he wasn't sure he should be telling this information to England.

"Really? Who is it?"

Norway's voice grew even quieter than it was before. "Greenland."

The instant he said this, England heard a loud yell on the other line. From what he could tell, Denmark had yanked away the phone from Norway.

"NORGE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"I am only trying to help a friend."

"THAT WAS NOT HELPING!" Denmark screamed before directing his words to England. His voice was instantly murderous.

"Listen here, caterpillar eyes. You are not allowed to involve Greenland in this, not after that stunt you pulled in World War two. I don't care if you hang out or are friends, but you are not allowed to involve her in another war. If you have so much as mention Voldemort to her, I WILL CRUSH YOU."

The line went dead.

England sat in in shock for a moment. He completely forgot that Greenland had magic. She didn't have a great amount, as she mostly spent her time in more spiritual practices, but she had magic nonetheless. To find out that she had an interest in a magical school that wasn't even hers was even more shocking. He wondered if she really would be willing to help….

There was also Denmark's threat. Knowing him, he would try to crush him. England was running out of options. He was going to have to take a risk.


Greenland sat in her office, watching the phone ring. It was England. She knew his number well. She was tempted to answer the noisy device, but there was one thing stopping her - Denmark.

Ten minutes before, she got a call from her older brother. He warned her that she should ignore any calls that she might get from the island nation in the next few days. That was all he said before he hung up, and it made her wonder if he and England had a falling out. This was rather likely, because although the two of them were usually on good terms, their views differed quite a bit. A few minutes after, Norway called and explained England's problem, and why Denmark didn't want her to answer England's calls. In her opinion, he was sometimes a bit overprotective.

As it was going to voicemail, Greenland got up to answer the phone. She was too nice to leave him to wait, and she was rather interested in his to-be offer.

"Haluu England. What can I do for you?" She spoke softly into the phone, not wanting to startle him.

"Ah- Greenland, Hello! H-how are you?" England spoke quickly, causing himself to stumble over his words. Greenland laughed at this. What was his hurry?

"I'm fine, and you? You're not worried that my brother will catch you talking to me, are you?"

"Good, good - wait, Denmark is that fast at making calls?" He was quiet for a moment, most likely rethinking his actions. He continued a minute later.

"Look, I need your help with something. As you may or may not have heard, Voldemort returned a month ago." His words were careful, and they came out in a slow manner. He must have been afraid of putting her in shock.

Greenland sighed. "Yeah. Word travels fast, even faster when magic is involved." She could hear her friend take a breath before he began speaking again.

"Well, I have this problem-"

"Norge already told me about what you plan on doing. Honestly I was worried that you weren't going to call."

"He told you?"

"Well, he didn't exactly give a speech, but I got most of the important details. To save us both time, I will just give you my answer now; When do we start?" She couldn't help but smirk. She was disobeying her big brother, and getting to visit a magical school all in one go. What could be more fun?