What up! So I realized that I didn't give an author's note or anything on the last chapter so I'm going to eat a giant slab of cake while you are all tied up being forced to watch me it...oh wait, my grandma ate the last piece last night :O...oh well...

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter...bummer

Harry POV

Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. "C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!" Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Mostly only the foreigners. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. "Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder,"jus' round this bend here," There was a loud "Oooooh!" The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take.

Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers. "No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione. "Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!" And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. A couple of times, the boat that held the two North Americans, the british one, and the french one nearly toppled over. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood. "Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face.

They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them. "Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. "And you, American! I think you dropped a couple o' hamburgers 'ere!" the american laughed and grabbed them, "I knew I still had some somewhere!" And he bit into one. The french one looked disgusted, "Alfred you should not eat something so dirty!" He said in a heavy french accent. Alfred just shook it off and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. They then clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door. "Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?" Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

Hero Pov

After the big dude knocked on the door, this old strict looking woman answered it. She had black hair and was wearing emerald green robes. "Hey, Iggy, I reckon she's older than me," Alfred said as quietly as he could to England. England shot him a death glare. "She doesn't look that old. Wait till you see the headmaster,"
The woman led them into the Entrance Hall. Every crowded, everyone closer to each other than they would have liked. Something lightly pushed into Alfred's back. He looked back, but saw no one. "I-Iggy," Alfred nervously, "You don't think there are ghost do you?" England sighed heavily, "Whatever it was that made you think that it was probably your brother...um..." "Matthew?" Alfred suggested. "Yes, him," Alfred turned around and squinted. Sure enough, Alfred's lesser known twin was there. "Oh hey, Mattie, didn't see you there," Alfred chuckled nervously and turned to face the professor, who was talking.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, (AN:At this point, Alfred was salivating) but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend freetime in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting, " she glared pointedly at the dude who kept losing his toad and the red-head who was with Harry on the train. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly,"She left the chamber.

"Dude, Iggy, do you think they will sort us by how awesome and heroic we are? On a scale from one to ten you'd be zero!" Alfred laughed. "Or maybe they will sort us on how well we cook!" France said. "Angleterre, you would be in the negatives," "My cooking isn't that bad!" "Dude, we were hospitalized for days! Yao cooks much better than you!" "His cooking is nothing compared to mine!" "That is the worst insult ever said,"

"My brother told me it was some kind of test or something. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking,"
"Well, I hope it's not a test on intelligence, for Alfred's sake," "I also hope that for my stupid fratello's sake!" Romano said. "I hope it's not a test on cleaning abilities, for your sake," America shot back. Suddenly, several people screamed. Alfred turned around, but instantly regretted it.

Twenty or so ghost floated through the wall. Alfred tried to hold back a scream and hid-I mean protected England from behind. But the ghost hardly seemed to notice the first years at all. They simply floated above their heads, talking amongst themselves. "My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. "New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?" A few people nodded mutely, while Alfred (Alfred: Heroiclly!) coward behind England's back. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know," "Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start,"Professor McGonagall (the hero's hero) had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years," and follow me,"

Alfred had returned to his normal, smiling self after the ghost left. They walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. Alfred had to admit he was amazed. He could hear the others' gasps of awe, too. Even Russia.

It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another longtable where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Oh, boy. Good luck getting France and Poland to wear that. As if on que, both France and Poland gasped. "Oh non, non, non, non," France said," They want moi to wear that?" "Liet! Their are like, totally make me wear that ugly, dirty thing?" Lithuania simply nodded. They both looked ready to set that hat to flames. Probably would too, if no one held them back.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black

Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat bowed to each of the four tables and became still again. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,"

"Abbot, Hannah," "Hufflepuff!"
"Beilschmidt, Ludwig" "Gryffindor"
"Bones, Susan!" "hufflepuff!"
"Bonnefoy, Francis!" France hesitated, so England grabbed his cloak and dragged him to the stool. "NO! NO! ANGLETERRE! YOU'RE SO MEAN! THAT HAT IS DIRTY!" "Oh, shut up, stupid frog!" England forced him to sit on the stool. France sat stiffly, while England still had a good grip on his arm. "Slytherin!" As soon as the hat was off, France bolted down the steps back into the crowd.
"Boot, Terry!" "Ravenclaw!"
"Braginsky, Ivan!" "Slytherin!"
"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" "Ravenclaw!"
"Brown, Lavender," "Gryffindor!"
"Bulstode,Millecent," "Slytherin!"
"Flinch-Fletchley, Justin," "Hufflepuff!"
"Finnigan, Seamus" "Gryffindor!"
"Granger, Hermione!" "Gryffindor!"
"Honda, Kiku!" "Ravenclaw!"
"Jones, Alfred F.!" "Gryffindor!" Alfred jumped up yelling, "Obviously! Cause I'm the hero!" and ran to his table, who cheered and clapped him on the back.
"Kirkland, Arthur!" "Gryffindor!" Alfred cheered the loudest, "Yay! Iggy's with me!"
"Laurinaitis, Toris!" "hufflepuff!"
"Longbottom, Neville!" The boy fell over the stool. After the hat finally decided (Gryffindor!) the boy ran off wearing, and had to jog back to give back the hat.
"Lu...lu...lu-oh how do you pronounce that?! Feliks?" "It's pronounced 'Wook-a-shye-veech," Poland said, then hid behind Lithuania's back.
"Lukasiewics, Feliks!" "Hufflepuff!" He skipped down the stairs saying," Yay~ I'm in the same house as Liet~"
"Macdougal, Morag" "slytherin!"
"Malfoy, Draco" "slytherin!"
A few names later, the professor hesitated before calling out,"Potter, Harry," A few gasp sounded and England had to hold America back and cover his mouth to prevent him from making an outburst and interupting the process. The hat took a long time to decide before shouting "Gryffindor!" The gryffindor table burst into the loudest applause and America grew very jealous. After all, HE was the Hero, not some scrawny kid! The red-headed twins kept screaming,"We got Potter! We got Potter!"
Next came "Thomas, Dean" (Gryffindor!) then a "Turpin, Lisa," (Ravenclaw!) "Feliciano Vargas!" "Veh~" Italy bounded up the steps and plopped down on the stool. McGonagall placed the hat on Italy's head and was immediantly placed in Hufflepuff, much to his disappointment, as he wanted to be placed into the same house as Ludwig. He burst in tears and made his way to the Hufflepuff table.
"Lovino Vargas!" the sour-faced italian walked up to the stool and sat down stiffly. He was also placed in Hufflepuff. "Fratello!~" Italy said happily. "Shut up, stupid Fratello!" he responded.
"Wang, Yao," Yao put his basket with the panda down and made his way to the stool ,"Panda, stay," he told the panda. "Gryffindor!" he picked back up his panda and made his way towards Alfred and Arthur. "Weasley, Ron" (gryffindor!) and finally...McGonagall rolled up the paper and was about to put the stoll away when Alfred stood up and yelled," HEY, YOU FORGOT MY LESS AWESOME BUT STILL AWESOME TWIN!" McGonagall looked at him confused for a second. "I said all names on the list, Mr. Jones," Italy stood up, "You forgot Alfred #2...um...what was his name?"

Canada first person POV

I waited quietly as she called a "Weasley, Ron," I started getting excited. I was next! Name's couldn't be invisible could they? After Ron got sorted, I waited patiently for my name to be called...but it never came. McGonagall rolled the parchment she had been holding and started putting up the stool and the sorting hat. I started tearing up and buried my face into Kumocheerio. Then my brother stood up and screamed, "HEY, YOU FORGOT MY LESS AWESOME BUT STILL AWESOME TWIN!" McGonagall looked at him confused for a second. "I said all names on the list, Mr. Jones," Italy stood up, "You forgot Alfred #2...um...what was his name?" "Matthew," I said into Kumotiroh. As usual it went unnoticed. "I think it was Matthew, aru!" China said. "Yeah, Matthew Williams! That's it!" Alfred smiled proudly. McGonagall opened her scroll and squinted. Oh come on! Names couldn't POSSIBLY be invisible, could they? Now they were just being mean. Sudden realization dawned the Professor's face.
"Williams, Matthew!" I hugged Kumokiro closer and ascended the steps and sat on the stool. The professor placed the hat on my head and it covered my eyes. 'Hrmm...'it said,'Your smart, and quiet, so you might do well in Ravenclaw. hmm? What's this? You have a lot of inner bravery so my choice is..' "Gryffindor!" Everyone clapped, though there were alot of "Huh?"'s from the other countries. Alfred was, by far, the loudest and joined him half-way to the table.

Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Woah, no kidding, Iggy. He looks older than China!" Alfred whispered to Arthur. "Shut up you git!" "Welcome, " Dumbledore said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Alfred laughed loudly. "Dude, Iggy, is he insane?" England held his thumb and forefinger apart as if to say, "A little bit," Food suddenly filled the empty platter and bowls on the table. Alfred jumped up screaming, "This is BRITISH food! Dude, where are the hamburgers?" I looked around. All the other countries (Other than England, obviously) were eyeing the food warily. We had all tasted England's food and most of us were hospitalized...it wasn't a pleasant experience. Man...I really want some pancakes right about now. Kumohiro grabbed a piece of chicken and dug into it before I could stop him. The last thing I needed was a sick Polar Bear. But he seemed to enjoy it. I tugged on Alfred's sleeve and showed him Kumoroto. Now feeling a bit braver, he picked up a turkey and bit into. Deciding it half edible he started devouring massive amounts a food, which encouraged the other countries to at least try it. I had some... mashed potatoes...

After everyone was full (except Alfred, as it is impossible for him to be full) the food cleared away and the headmaster stood up. "Ahern - just a few more words now that we are al fed and watered (Alfred: Dude, we are not animals!), I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well. "Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their houseteams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death. On much happier note, this we year we have some students who are participating in a 'Cultural Exchange Program' and they all are first years. Please stand up!"All of the countries stood up and and Dumbledore intruced us all. "From America, Alfred F. Jones" "The hero!" America added.
His Twin from Canada, Matthew Williams!" There were a lot of confused faces in the crowd. Alfred simply laughed and said," We were raised in different countries!" Alot of the confused looks disappeared.
"From France, Francis Bonnefoy!" France winked seductively to a group of Hufflepuff girls, who squeeled in responce.
"From Russia, Ivan Braginsky!" Russia simply smiled creepily and said "All will become one with Mother Russia in the end," Which creeped alot of kids out.
"From China, Yao Wang!" china just bowed his head in response but then unexpectedly yelled, "PANDAAAA!"
"From Japan, Kiku Honda!" "Konnechiwa, I enjoy sensing the mood and refraining from speaking,"
"From Germany, Ludwig Beilshmidt!" Germany just nodded his head.
"From North Italy, Feliciano Vargas!" "Veh~ Bella, bella, ciao, ciao,"
"From South Italy, Lovino Vargas!" He just mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like, "Damn Potato bastard,"
"From Lithuania, Toris Laurinaitis!" He mumbled a quick hello.
"And last but not least, Feliks Lukasiewics!" He blushed and hid behind Toris.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words. "Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" I decided to do the Canadian National Anthem "O Canada" and I think all the countries did their "Maru kaite Chikyuu" (Of course I don't have an official one)And the school bellowed:

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot, just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes, "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

Ugh...I stayed up late to do this. You better feel special. I was tearing up when I wrote about the part where Canada was forgotten...yeah I might have gotten too into it... -.-