Disclaimer: I do not own neither Hetalia nor Harry Potter.
3rd person POV
"Dude, stand back, I'm going to enter the train like a hero," America backed up and ran towards the train, and then he jumped and landed on two feet into the train. "HAHA," he laughed loudly," I DID IT!" "I thought super heroes flew?" England asked. "Spiderman doesn't, and neither does Batman," America replied with a laugh. "...You wanker, Let's go find the Frog and the others,"
England finally managed to find the other hetalians (but not before getting a huge headache, thanks to America). England briefly wondered how eleven people managed to fit into such a small compartment. America managed to squeeze next to Canada, after apologizing for not seeing him. And England squeezed next to China and Japan.
"Now," England said after a minute of much needed silence, "No one say a word until we get there, okay?" Of course, just then, Russia smiled creepily at Lithuania, which caused him to shake uncontrollably. Then Poland noticed.
"Like, don't make me enforce the Poland Rule on you and make Warsaw your capital," He threatened. Then Italy wanted pasta, which made him talk to Germany, which caused Romano to cuss Germany out. Britain and France somehow started strangling each other, with America laughing his 'hero laugh' in the background. Japan was trying to calm everyone down while China yelled, "Aiyaaaah, you western countries stress me out, aru!" And, of course, Canada just sat there with Kumojiro in his lap, unnoticed.
Harry POV
"So that's where You-Know-Who..." "Yes," said Harry, "but I can't remember it," "Nothing?" said Ron eagerly. "Well - I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else," "Wow," said Ron. Just then, a loud crash was heard a few compartments down.
"What do you think that was?" Ron asked Harry, who shook his head and shrugged, "Let's go check it out," The duo stuck their heads out of the compartment, where they could se other kids' heads sticking out as well. Harry stepped out into the corridor. Suddenly, a door a few compartments away flung open, and the chinese kid with the panda on his back stormed out screaming something like, "You western countries stress me out, aru!" And was followed by another asian, possibly Japanese, who told the chinese boy, "Yao-san, calm down, people are staring,"
The chinese finally seemed to notice the rather large audience. He blushed sheepishly. In the room, a sudden pounding was heard and a loud, very thick German accent, "DOESN'T ANYONE KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS? WHAT PART OF 'NO ONE SAY A WORD UNTIL WE GET THERE DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? NOW SHUT UP, AND IF ANYONE SAYS ONE MORE WORD, I WILL BEAT THEM WITH MEIN SCHTICKY FRUEND! GOT IT?"
After that loud and slightly funny outburst the whole train got quiet, as if, if they said a word, they would get beaten by the german's 'schticky fruend' also, even if he wasn't talking to them. The asians went back into the compartment and everyone quietly went back to there business. The train seemed a whole lot quieter now.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?" Harry, who hadn't had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor. He had never had any money for candy with the Dursleys, and now that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver, he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry - but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, ChocolateFrogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. Not wanting to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts. Just before he could go back into his compartment, the compartment door a few doors away slammed open and a very hungry american came running at the cart, drooling and yelled, "FOOD!", while an English accent yelled, "Bloody Hell, Alfred, you just ate twenty hamburgers!"
Alfred reached the cart and took out a small sack. He, like Harry, bought multiple of everything, only, Alfred ate his as soon as his hand touched it. Man, that boy can eat.
"Hey, Harry," Alfred said through a chocolate frog. He turned and left.
Ron stared as Harry brought it all back in to the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat. "Hungry, are you?" "Starving," said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty, "But not as much as that American fellow a few compartments back. His friend said he had already eaten 20 hamburgers!"
"Wow," Ron said,"Where does he keep all that food? And how is he not fat?" Harry just shrugged.
Later, as Ron was explaining Quidditch to Harry, the compartment door entered and three boys entered, and Harry recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley. "Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment... and something about foreigners. So it's you, is it?" "Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking."And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snicker. Draco Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford," He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly. Draco Malfoy looked enraged. Just then, the compartment door slid open.
"Hey, Harry, got any more food? Iggy said I couldn't-" The American stopped, noticing everyone's enraged faces. "Who are you?" Malfoy asked him. "Alfred F. Jones, the Hero!" again with the weird pose. "I've never heard of a Jones. Are you a Pureblood?" Malfoy asked. Alfred just laughed heartily,"Dude, I don't even know what that is! Are you bothering them?" He asked Malfoy, suddenly turning serious. Malfoy sneered. "And what if I am? Crabbe, Goyle, teach this boodly american a lesson,"
Hero POV
The two buffoons guffawed and pounded their fist against their other hand. Was that supposed to scare him? The great hero? As if! Alfred outwardly laughed, which confused the two idiots. "Bring it! You can never defeat the hero!" The one called Goyle swung a meaty fist which Alfred easily dodged. Alfred grabbed Goyle's arm and flipped him onto his back, then punched him square in the nose, though not as hard as he would have liked, though hard enough to break his nose. Next, Crabbe swung his fist at him, and again, Alfred dodged. He punched this bonehead in the stomach hard enough to send him flying into the window. He turned his attention to Malfoy, who looked terrified. He scurried away and yelled, "My father will hear about this!" and which Alfred screamed back, "Who cares?"
Harry and the red-head were staring in wonder at Alfred, who turned back to Harry. "So, as I was saying, do you have any extra food? Cause Iggy said we won't be eating for a while and I ran out of hamburgers so..." Harry gave him a couple boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and a a few Chocolate frogs (as that was all he had left). America left them and went to his own compartment.
"What took you so long?" England asked. America laughed and recounted the story. England sighed and shook his head. "You'll be expelled before we get there,"
Harry POV
"You've met Malfoy before?" Ron asked. Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley. "I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side," He turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?" "You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even getthere!""Scabbers has been fighting, not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?" "All right - I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors, and some of them look foreign," said Hermione in a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?" Ron glared at her as she left.
Harry peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down. He and Ron took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them. A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately," Harry's stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They joined the crowd thronging the corridor. The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform.