Summary: (Harry Potter / Hetalia Axis Powers Crossover) England decides to teach at Hogwarts to keep an eye on the Boy Who Lived. But the famous Trio (Harry, Ron, Hermione) are becoming suspicious of their new professor... Can England keep his status as a country a secret? And what does Voldemort want with him?

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Hetalia belong to their rightful owners. I do not own either.

England

England opened the door to his accommodations, ready to get a good night's sleep after an exhausting day. England had eaten rather light at the feast, but all that delicious food inside of him still was making him drowsy... What he needed was some blissful rest before he began teaching tomorrow.

Inside the door was his new office, a simple room with blank white walls, equipped with an oak desk, a few padded chairs, some curtain-less windows looking out towards the lake, a fireplace, and two large, empty bookshelves. On the right wall there was another door leading to his private, living quarters.

"Not bad, not bad..." England commented to himself quietly, admiring his new office. Sure, it would need some spicing up, and he would need to provide curtains for the windows and books for the shelves to make it less empty-looking, but overall, this was better than he had expected.

England moved on to the next room. Like his office, the bedroom was simple, but practical and cosey. The walls were bare, so he would need to fix that, and against the far wall was a four poster bed made of dark wood, and with dark gray sheets, covers and curtains. There was another door in the bedroom that was open, leading to a goodly-sized bathroom with a bath and shower and toilet.

Yawning, England deposited his trunk and suitcases on the ground beside his bed. He would have to put off unpacking until tomorrow... right now he just needed some sleep...

Glorious morning sunlight pierced through the windows and danced gently on England's irritated face, making his eyes sting from the brightness. With sigh he pulled himself upright and threw back the plain gray covers, running a hand through his untidy hair and across his face tiredly.

It was the first day of classes. England's first day of teaching. He had fought in countless wars, been in almost every dangerous situation imaginable, but that still didn't stop him from feeling uneasy at the prospect of teaching...

He had History of Magic first with the 5th year Griffyndors. Potter would be amongst them. ...And England had barely prepared a lesson to teach them.

Crap, just crap.

"In hindsight, going straight to bed might have been a bad idea," England muttered, cross at himself. England was not usually much of a procrastinator, but he had just been so tired...

Ah, well, he probably wouldn't have to do much anyways. Since it was the first day, he would be able to get away with a simple introduction to their curriculum, what they would be learning that year with him and what-not...

Damn, he was going to be late if he didn't get a move on.

With frantic haste England threw on some ridiculous black wizard robes and discarded his more practical and professional suit. England was not a fan of the traditional wizarding garb. Although he had many capes and cloaks that he donned when participating in magical ceremonies, these items of clothing were loose and were adorned over his every-day clothing, so it was less uncomfortable and didn't make England feel as silly... But he had to remember that clothing like this was the norm for wizards nowadays, so with gritted teeth he would just have to deal with it.

He doubted that he had time to run down to the Great Hall or the Kitchens to grab a bite to eat, so instead England just yelled out "house elf!", and a Hogwarts-employed house elf immediately appeared.

"S-sir!" squeaked the house elf excitedly. "How may I be of s-service!"

"Could I have something to eat please? Something mellow... like porridge?" he hurriedly asked, though careful to maintain an air of politeness and to not rush the creature.

"Of course sir! We'll bring it right up!" with a pop, the elf vanished, and three seconds later a bowl of deliciously-smelling oat porridge with a glass of orange juice stood waiting for him on his desk in his office.

"They work fast," England stated appreciatively.

Harry

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast in the great hall, discussing Hagrid's lack of appearance, and the Sorting Hat's warning about the houses needing to unify the previous night before the sorting.

"Us? Get along with the Slytherins?" Ron asked incredulously. "Fat chance. That old hat is off its rocker. It's mad if it thinks the Slytherins will ever 'unify' with the rest of us, or that anyone else from the other houses will even want to be united with those jerks." Ron snorted.

Hermione immediately scolded Ron for his attitude, and for "not giving the Slytherins a chance" and "not taking the Sorting Hat's wisdom and advice into account." Harry, however, had to agree with Ron a bit with this... He found it hard to believe the Slytherins would ever get along with the other three houses...

In their morning conversation, the trio of friends had also concluded that Hagrid must still be on a mission for the Order, and that that was the reason why Dumbledore had not drawn attention to his absence during the start-of-year-speech.

Mrs. Mcgonagall soon made her yearly rounds handing out new time-tables at the Griffyndor table.

"What do we have today?" Harry asked, pausing from eating his breakfast to peer over Ron's shoulder at the time-table he was holding.

Ron tossed the schedule down on the table childishly. "What a day! Look at this rubbish! History of Magic, Double potions, Divinition, and Double Defence Against the Dark Arts with that toad... all in one day!"

Hermione looked over her Daily Prophet to glare disapprovingly at Ron. "There's no need to throw a tantrum, Ron." she scolded lightly. "Besides, I'm looking forward to History of Magic first. I wonder how that'll be..."

"Probably as boring as ever."

"But that new Professor might be teaching."

"Oh right! I'd forgotten about that." said Ron, his eyes suddenly more hopeful and less gloomy. "Anyone is better than Binns..."

Hermione lightly smacked Ron up the side of his head, admonishing him for his rudeness.

After breakfast, the three friends packed up their things and headed to the History of Magic classroom, helping out some confused first-years along the way by giving them directions through the ever-changing labyrinth of Hogwart's halls. To their disappointment, when they got there, Kirkland was no where to be seen, and Binns was already present, floating on thin air with a bored expression on his face.

"I guess he won't be teaching today," Hermione noted quietly, sitting down in a desk near the front and pulling out her books and notes from her bag. Harry and Ron reluctantly followed suit.

"I didn't see him at breakfast," Harry commented.

Just then the door slammed open, and when Harry turned with the rest of the class to investigate the noise, the sight that met their eyes was Professor Kirkland, panting slightly and in black wizarding robes rather than the muggle clothes he had been wearing yesterday.

After his entrance, Kirkland seemed to regain his bearings and strode forward to the front of the room, turning to face the class.

"Good morning," he said politely, his forest-green eyes surveying the class and coming to rest on Harry for a moment. "I am Arthur Kirkland, your new Assistant Professor here at Hogwarts. I will be teaching some of your History lessons on request of both Professor Binns and Professor Dumbledore." Professor Kirkland went to a desk that Binns never used next to the podium at the front of the classroom where Binns liked to drone out his speeches. He then proceeded to take the class' attendance, his eyes never leaving the registry. Once he had completed that, he went to stand next to the ghost of Professor Binns.

"Dumbledore has asked me to bring something new to this class, erm. Apparently, it has come to Dumbledore's attention that some very repetitive subjects have been taught, for example, werewolf revolts, giant wars... the goblin rebellions..." he began.

"Fascinating subjects," Binns commented dully.

"Yes, I quite agree," said Arthur. "However, lately Professor Binns here has developed a desire for... a vacation of sorts. For these reasons, both Binns and I will be sharing the load here in History of Magic. Sort of a... teaching collaboration. Understood?"

There were murmurs of "yes" throughout the classroom.

After a pause, Binns spoke in his dull, unemotionless voice. "Well then, Mr. Kipling, I'll leave them in your capable hands," he said, drifting out through the blackboard. "Good luck." were his parting words.

Professor Kirkland didn't seem to let it bother him that Professor Binns had got his name wrong.

"Right, now, how many of you have your books with you?" he inquired, leaning against the speaking podium.

Three people tentatively raised their hands, Hermione among them, though she was more eager than the others. Kirkland nodded gruffly, storing the new information away for future reference. "I'll expect those with books to bring them to my class, as they can be very beneficial if used correctly. However, for my classes, they will not be as necessary." Hermione looked a little horrified at that. Books? Not as necessary? This was obviously blasphemy in Hermione's mind.

"It is to my understanding, that this past four years you have been taught in a dominantly lecture-style?"

There were a few nods. Harry was shocked, so far this was the longest the entire class had been awake in a History of Magic class.

"Right," said Professor Kirkland, nodding himself. He suddenly stood straight and erect, looking suddenly important and imposing. "History is not to be taken lightly!" he announced in a bold but calm voice, shocking the unexpecting class slightly and causing Harry to jump a bit in his seat. "There are some who say that the past is not important, that it should be forgotten... But history is what makes us ourselves. It's what makes us who we are and the world we live in today. History is connected to your own stories, for you are the present, and do not forget, that one day you yourselves will be a part of history. But what you must decide for yourself is whether you want to be remembered or not... and what you want to be remembered for. What I will teach you this year is the story of you..." England's eyes roved the attentive classroom, his voice and eyes challenging. "You just have to be clever enough to see it..." England paused, his eyes suddenly taking on a sorrowful, reminiscing quality about them. "We also need to remember history, so that we do not forget the sacrifices of others, and so that we do not repeat the mistakes of our past..."

Moved and awed by passion of Kirkland's speech, the class fell silent, deeply considering his words. ...Harry had never thought of history that way before... when you thought of it that way, it made things much more personal and interesting. It was clear now that the class was inspired and eager to engage in the lessons, more so than they had been in the past four years of taking the class.

"It has come to my attention that your current history texts and sources are severely lacking... biased towards magical history... What many do not realize, is that magical history is so intimately connected to "Muggle" history, that the world you live in today would not exist without the influence of non-magical folk. I know that some of you may hate me now for saying this, but non-magical history is just as important as... petty goblin rebellions, or any chapter in our proud magical history and heritage. Please, for those who may be prejudiced and opposed to this idea, I invite you to open your minds, and who knows, you may learn something new and interesting..." Many students seemed shocked at England's words, but just as enthralled in what he was saying. "This year we will be focusing on the "World Wars"," said England, walking over to the chalk-board and writing down the dates "1914-1918" and "1939-1945" in neat, crisp writing...

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"That was amazing," Hermione sighed. "His introduction was spectacular! The way he spoke about history... and the way he describes the battles... like he was really there! I don't know, I just, I just feel like he has such charisma."

"Don't tell me you fancy him now," Ron sniffed.

Hermione blushed, her eyes suddenly fierce and defensive. "I am just appreciative of his teaching methods!" she defended vehemently.

"Yea, you and every other girl in the school," Harry teasingly joked as they passed a pack of giggling Ravenclaws, hovering outside of the History of Magic classroom and whispering things like: "Did you see him? He's so handsome... and I hear he's smart, too!" Hermione shook her head with hopeless disgust at the love-struck girls.

"I'm just grateful he didn't give us any homework the first day. I have a feeling Snape isn't going to be so merciful in Potions... He'll probably assign us some difficult essay..." Ron shuddered.

"You're probably right," Harry agreed, his mood suddenly dark at the reminder of spending two whole blocks with Snape and the Slytherins.

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It was lunch, and Harry was doing his very best to drown out the grating sound of Draco Malfoy's voice.

"Did you hear him? As if events in the muggle world even had a little influence on us... hmn, pathetic," Malfoy snorted contemptuously to Crabbe and Goyle from across the room at the Slytherin table. Malfoy's goon's nodded stupidly. It was obvious that Draco wasn't as impressed by Professor Kirkland's intro to History of Magic as the Griffyndors had been at first period. "I mean, as if History of Magic couldn't get even worse, now we have to learn about muggles too? My father is definitely going to hear about this..."

Ron groaned, placing his hands over his head. "Does that pratt ever shut up?" he complained loudly.

"And did you see him last night at the feast? Wearing muggle clothing of all things... Bet he's a mudblood..."

Hermione suddenly growled, standing swiftly upright with her hands on the table. "He's gone far enough," she said, and Harry and Ron watched with bemused amazement as she stormed over to the Slytherin table. Malfoy ceased speaking and looked up in surprise, before quickly composing himself and retaining his typical arrogant, self-important expression.

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?" he drawled boredly.

"Professor Kirkland is a great Professor. You're just too pig-headed to see it." she stated, her eyes blazing, before turning on her heel, her bushy brown hair flying behind her.

England

Smiling, England stepped back into his office with a satisfied air about him. He had managed to teach all his classes that day without embarrassing himself, despite his initial worries. Not bad, he congratulated himself. Perhaps he would be able to teach these young witches and wizards something new after all.

With the day almost over and nothing else left to do, the ancient Nation resorted to unpacking his things. He pulled out some of his favourite novels and texts from his trunk and placed them on the empty bookshelves in his office. By the time he was done unloading all the books, the shelves looked far less sparse. Next he unpacked his clothing from his briefcase and distributed all of his other personal belongings throughout the room. The rooms looked a bit more "homey" now... but he would still need to paint the walls and add curtains at a later date. But it was a start...

Now that he was settled, England found himself bored again. He decided he'd better go out and socialize with the other teachers, get to know his co-workers better. So with this thought in mind he walked down to the staff room lounge.

In front of the entrance to the staff room were two stone gargoyles that flanked the door. Their carved faces were fierce and repulsive, obviously designed to repel any unauthorized students from entering.

"New teacher, eh?" said one of the gargoyles, his words less of a question and more of a statement. "Go right on in."

The staff room had many brown chairs, varying in size, design, and material, that were scattered throughout the room at random, often in clusters. The room was long, and on the far end there was a large clock hung on the wall above a roaring fireplace, indicating the time to be seven o'clock. Mrs. Mcgonagall, the Ministry-hag Umbridge, a short and squat Witch covered in dirt that England did not recognize, and an even shorter wizard with intelligent and playful eyes. To England's relief Professor Snape was no where in sight. He was not entirely in the mood to deal with him. The four Professors looked up as England stepped through the door, giving him welcoming smiles (although Umbridge's smile seemed too fake and falsely sweet to be genuine).

"Professor Kirkland, how good it is to see you," said Mcgonagall, her usual strict, no-nonsense-manner slightly reduced and not as potent now that she was no longer in the presence of her students.

England walked deeper into the room and seated himself in a fuzzy brown armchair by the extremely small wizard, whom England was begining to suspect may be part goblin.

"It's nice to see you again as well, Professor." he greeted.

"Please, call me Minerva."

England blinked slightly in surprise but smiled. "Only if you call me Arthur."

"Very well, Arthur. I don't believe you've formally met the others? Allow me to introduce you to them. This is Pomona Sprout," she said, gesturing to the witch covered in dirt. Arthur gathered that she taught herbology. "And this," she continued, nodding at the smaller wizard. "Is Fillius Flitwick." Mrs. Mcgonagall's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, not enough for most people to notice, but still enough to display her discomfort. "And this is Dolores Umbridge," she grit out, formally introducing the toad-like woman in a fuzzy pink cardigan. England nodded politely at each of the teachers in turn.

The other three teachers seem uncomfortable with Umbridge here, England noticed.

For the next hour England wasted time by talking with his fellow teachers. He found that he got along rather well with Sprout, Flitwick, and Mcgonagall, but although Umbridge was rather civil in their conversation, there was something about her that made England uneasy... England found a kindred spirit in Mcgonagall, who approved of similar teaching styles and ideologies to his own. He had a fascinating time discussing the techniques of tending to Devil's Snare and Snargaluff with Professor Sprout, who seemed delighted that someone else had an interest in Herbology. He also had a good time conversing with Flitwick, who England found to be rather intelligent and fun to talk with, and England later discovered that both he and Sprout were the heads of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff houses.

When England finally bid his co-workers goodnight, he felt like he had gained some friends amongst the teachers here, or at least they were fond of him. But he wasn't so sure about that Umbridge woman... he would keep an eye on her, but then again, lately England had difficulty trusting anyone from the Ministry.

Review please! Next chapter is when things begin to pick up a bit! Just bear with me!

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