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Answers: Maybe Russia does have teleportation, maybe not. ;3 Or he could've ran across the countries, caught a plane, ans skydived (with a parachute this time) right in front of his house and hid the parachute. Canada... who's that again? He might be the person America's dragging along... Oh, and Russia's pipe may come sooner than you think! Yes Umbridge is in this story, but I'm going to make her as miserable as possible. let's see how she can handle the rest of the countries, heh heh heh~

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except the AU-ish plot!

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and Neville were all sitting in one compartment as the train was already on the move to Hogwarts. "Who do you think will be the DADA professor this year?" Harry asked.

"Ah, who knows? Maybe this person will actually be good at teaching," Ron responded as he bit into a chocolate frog. The six then simply relaxed until the train reached Hogwarts. The group then heard the compartment door across from them open. A very tall man in a beige trench coat and a long scarf stepped out and placed two trunks on the rack.

"Arthur you don't need anything else, da?" The group heard the Russian accent easily.

"It's not my fault that I'm short Ivan, and, no, I don't need anything el- Bollocks! Ivan get in here and take your bloody vodka!" A very English accent shouted from inside the room.

"You didn't spill any of my vodka did you, kolkolkol..." the guy asked as he walked back inside with a dark aura that made the group of students shiver. They couldn't hear or see anything else since the two closed the door, but they were afraid for the man who might have spilled the vodka.

"Who do you think were those two?" Hermione wondered out loud.

"Who cares? Look we're almost at Hogwarts anyway," Ron responded.

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And so the group entered the carriages to go to the main entrance. They parted ways with Luna as they headed to their respected tables.

"Look it's that Russian guy we saw earlier on the train!" Harry told the others. They all glanced at the three new teachers that were sitting at the head table. The woman in a pink sweater seemed to be alone and was smiling towards the student body, who was mostly whispering about the two men.

They were conversing with each other. The tall man had silver hair and, strangely, violet eyes. He was facing the other with a very creepy smile and nodding at the hush voice of his partner. Most Slytherins were whispering about the muggle trench coat and slightly pink scarf.

However most were staring at the little bit shorter than average man. Almost everyone that originated from the United Kingdom felt something towards the man even though they just saw him. He was in, what appeared to be a green war uniform and had humongous eyebrows. His ash blonde hair looked like it hadn't been combed in weeks. The two teachers seemed to be very deep into their conversation, for they didn't notice the students' or teachers' looks at them.

Soon the men turned from their chat to watch the first year sorting proceed, and dug into their dinner. Well the one in the uniform did, but the other cautiously poked the food and asked something to the blonde haired man. Apparently it was really offensive to him because he started getting a dark aura around him and stared at the other with blank eyes. Everyone got a chill up there spine when they all his murmur of, "What do you bloody mean my country's cooking is poisonous..."

After that was over Dumbledore finally announced the presence of the three new professors. "The Ministry has decided that history of magic is now a requirement years five and up," there were numerous groans at this statement. "However, Professor Binns has finally found a hobby in his life, or should I say afterlife? He is now traveling the world to understand more of the different nations' magical communities. So I now present the new History of Magic professor, Arthur Kirkland, or Professor Kirkland." There was a pleasant applause from the students, except the Slytherins, to the gentleman that waved towards the student body.

"Also here is his assistant, Ivan Braginski, or Professor Braginski," and once again the student body applauded. "We are delighted to introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Umbridge." This teacher gave a sickening sweet smile that could have given most of the student body at least three cavities. "Tryout for the House Quidditch teams will be-"

Sadly, the headmaster was interrupted by a soft "hem, hem" from the pink toad that would have made Poland maul her for making the color look disgusting. Her speech was so horrible that England was scowling at how corrupted his magical government was. Finally it was time to go back into the dorms and teacher quarters to sleep for the first day of the official school year.

"See you tomorrow, da, Arthur?"

"Yes, good night Ivan."

Everyone was in the Great Hall for breakfast as everyone was getting their schedules and were peacefully preparing for their first day. Unfortunately for Arthur the peace do not last. Ivan was carefully eating the English food when a red envelope landed in front of him. Everyone was prepared to hear what the teacher had already done to get a Howler.

"Ivan , wait-!" but the nation was too late because the Howler opened.

"YO COMMIE BASTARD, WHERE'D YOU GO DUDE! I BET YOU TOOK IGGY WITH YOU, WHERE EVER YOU ARE! WAIT TILL I FIND OUT WHERE YOU ARE COMMIE! I'M TOTALLY GOING TO GATECRASH WHEN I FIND YOU! COME ON MATTIE, WE'RE GOING TO FIND ARTHUR!" a loud American accented voice burst through.

"A HON HON HON~ OH ARTHUR WHY DID YOU LEAVE DEAR ME WITH ALL THESE IMBECILES! YOU KNOW I CANNOT DEAL WITH ALL OF THEM! WAIT I KNOW! I CAN JUST GO TO WHERE EVER YOU ARE! WAIT FOR ME ALFRED, I MUST PACK MY BAGS!" a French accent followed, and for some reason Professor Kirkland wanted to kill something.

"CIAO ARTHUR~ I OVER HEARD ALFRED YELLING AT A PIECE OF PAPER, SO I DECIDED TO JOIN IN TOO~! I CAN'T WAIT TILL WE ALL COME AND VISIT! MAYBE I CAN COOK SOME PASTA FOR WHOEVER IS ALMOST DEAD BY YOUR COOKING! I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME BRINGING LUWIG AND KIKU, WELL MAYBE NOT KIKU BECAUSE YAO SAID THAT HE WAS BRINGING HIM TO SEE YOU INSTEAD! EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE SCARY ARTHUR, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU!" an Italian voice once again followed after the last message.

After that message had finished the envelope finally burst into flames. Everyone that was staring at the Howler had turned to the professor who scooped up the letter and fled the Great Hall, and soon enough Professor Braginski had followed. 'Oh, the first bloody days always started with pissing me off,' Arthur thought to himself as he grabbed a bottle of rum.

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