The Meeting

So firstly I am so, so sorry that this took so long to upload, please forgive me. So the winners of the poll was basically all of them apart from Latvia, so in this chapter we have Sweden and Poland (with a few special guests) and the two characters my friends picked out which are Austria and Hungary. Spain did get high votes on the poll but thanks to the inspiration from Kage kitsune of light Spain will be featuring in another chapter (hopefully the next one). I think that's everything so on with the show.

"Now then students," Dumbledore addressed the Great Hall. "Later on in the day Hogwarts will be hosting a meeting for the United Nations. The meeting will take place in the Great Hall so please let the representatives get on with their business in peace. And on another note, when the representatives get here please treat them all with respect. And Mr and Mr Weasley," The headmaster turned to Fred and George. "No welcoming parties please."

Harry looked over to Hermione and saw a inquisitive look in her eyes. "I wonder why the meeting is at Hogwarts." She said.
Ron shrugged, shovelling eggs into his mouth at the same time.
"Maybe the meeting has something to do with Voldemort?" Harry suggested.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Hermione sighed and stood up. "Come on we've got DADA next."

Approaching the classroom Harry knew something was wrong, it was far too quiet inside the classroom. Normally some degree of sound could be heard from outside the door, sometimes music and even one of the two professors could be heard singing along. But today it was far too quiet. Opening the door Harry was met with neither Professor Bondevik or Professor Popescu but instead...

"Professor Snape?"
"Yes, I'm afraid both of your Professors are unavailable at the moment, so I'm stuck with teaching you."
"Where are they Professor?" Hermione bravely asked.
"I'm afraid that is none of your business Miss Granger. Now, if you will please sit down and turn your books to page 163. Today we will be learning about Vampires."
"Professor?" Hermione raised her hand, again bravely (or at least in Harry's opinion). "We've already been taught about Vampires."
Professor Snape's face held a look of surprise, but he quickly recovered. "Very well, today we will be learning about Centaurs."

The next lesson had a similar fashion, Professor Kirkland was also gone so Hagrid was teaching instead. And while Harry enjoyed the lesson he couldn't help but wonder where the Brit had gone.
Hermione was clearly thinking the same thing because she had immediately gone over to Hagrid after the lesson to ask him.
"Excuse me Hagrid, but do you happen to know where Professor Kirkland is?"
"'Fraid not Hermione. Said he had business to 'tend to."
"Do you think Professor Popescu and Professor Bondevik are with him?" Harry asked the smart one of the trio (aka Hermione).
"I'm not sure, it is a bit of a coincidence that even though their all from different countries they still know each other. And that Dumbledore just happened to let them teach DADA when they were just visiting." She answered.
"Yeah, yeah, come on Hermione your just over thinking stuff." Ron said. "Now come on, we're gonna miss lunch."
Hermione sighed. "You really do think with your stomach don't you."

The trio made they're way back to the castle, Ron in the lead, being propelled by his hunger. Harry second, walking at a slight jog to keep up with his best friend. And finally Hermione who was trailing behind slightly, lost in thought.
Harry was looking forward to lunch, he hadn't really realised it but he was actually quite hungry, and by the looks of it Ron was too. Maybe if Ron had been paying more attention to where he was going he wouldn't have bumped into her.

But he did.
"Umph."
Ron quickly stumbled off the woman he had collided with, his face going red with embarrassment (and also partially from the look the woman's companion was giving him).
While the man was helping the lady up Harry got a good look at both of them.

The man had dark brown hair that was slightly brushed back with a long curl in front of his head. He was wearing a fancy looking purple coat with an extremely posh cravat. Glasses covered the prissy look he had on his face.
The woman looked a lot more... normal.
She was wearing a green dress with what looked like an apron over it. She had a flower in her long brown hair and unlike the man she had a cheery look on her face.

"Sorry." Ron apologised sheepishly.
"It's quite alright." The woman said elbowing her friend. The man sighed, but he stopped glaring at Ron.
"You go to school here correct?" The man's voice was as posh as his clothes, but Harry couldn't place his accent. Maybe German?
"Yes sir." Harry wondered why Hermione was being so polite, but apparently it payed off when the man slightly smiled.
"So they do teach you manners here. I suppose Arthur is the gentleman he makes out to be."
"Roderich! Sorry about him he's... him. But you don't happen to know where the Great Hall is do you? We're lost."
"Uhm, mind me asking why your here."
"Sorry, I'm Elizaveta Héderváry and this is Roderich Edelstein. We're here for the UN meeting."
Now this defiantly sparked Hermione's interest. "Really?! Right this way, to the Great Hall I mean."

Elizaveta immediately went to follow Hermione, leaving Harry, Ron and Roderich to follow behind- the latter mumbling about how they didn't need directions.
"So which countries do you represent?" Hermione asked the two representatives.
"I'm Hungary and Roderich is Austria."
"Cool." Ron spoke up from the back. "So what exactly do you do as a representative?"
This time Roderich spoke up. "We have to go to meetings with other representatives where we are supposed to talk about subjects like the environment and the like. But instead everyone just fights."
"Really?" Hermione looked shocked, probably because these guys were part of the government and they didn't even do anything.
"That's not true Roderich."
"Oh come on Elizaveta, how many times do you get into a fight with Vladimir, and don't even get me started on Gilbert."
"Okay fine, but what about..." Elizaveta trailed off when she saw the look on Roderich's face.
"So who actually does the work in the government if you don't?" Ron saw the look he got from Hermione and Harry. "What?! Dad's into Muggle politics."
"That would be our bosses." The Hungarian answered. "You know, Kings, Queens, Presidents, people like that. My boss is Gyula Horn. But I'm pretty sure Arthur's- he represents England, boss is John Major."
Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's Prime Minister." The group stopped outside the doors of the Great Hall. "Here we are."
Harry figured out that the two Germanics must have been early, but already he could hear quite a commotion from inside. Was that a chair breaking? How could that be possible? They sat on benches!
Roderich nodded in thanks and Elizaveta waved them a cheery goodbye before they made their way inside. But just before the doors fully closed something made it's way through the gap, almost hitting Harry in the head.
"Is that a knife?!"

The meeting hadn't even started yet but the nations had already started arguing. Or fighting. England was there (obviously) as well as Norway and Romania (much to Hungary's distaste). America was there too, talking to Denmark, and arguing with England at the same time- who was also fighting with France. Russia was running around the room trying to escape form Belarus- which was where the knife had come from.
"Well this is just like every other meeting we've ever had." Austria sighed exasperated.
"Austria! Well, at least Prussia isn't here, even if Romania is." Hungary replied.
But (as if this was a story) Hungary's statement was badly timed, because in that moment...

"THE AWESOMENESS HAS ARRIVED!"
Prussia strutted into the Great Hall with a massive smirk on his face. Unlike his younger brother who followed behind him, face palming.
"Vould you sit down and shut up!" Hungary shouted.
"Come on Frau!" Prussia slid into the seat next to her. "You know you love the awesome me."
"Please go and annoy someone else." Austria sighed, the meeting hadn't even started yet and he was already fed up.
"Come on Aussie." Prussia said, swinging his arm around the Austrian's shoulder.
"Please don't call me that, I hate getting mistaken for that idiotic surfer boy."
"Hey!" A faraway shout echoed around the hall.
"Fine then, vhat about Roddy?"
"Germany please control your brother."
"You know I'm older then Vest."
"Ha!" Hungary laughed. "You certainly don't act like it."
"Austria's right, sit down Bruder and we can finally get this meeting started." Germany sat down near the front of the table. "I'm presuming you'll vant to start Scotland."
"Hm?" Scotland looked up from where he was in the middle of lighting a cigarette. "I'll just leave everything to m' wee brother."
England stood up, shaking his head at his brother. "I'm glad you came prepared Scotland." He replied sarcastically.
The Scottish man just shrugged in response. "You're the one who's making me host the meeting. You're expecting too much if you want me to say stuff too."
England sighed but the only response he got in return was Scotland taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"Fine. Anyway the reason the meeting is being hosted here is because I want to talk to you about You Know Who, or..."
"Wait, who?" China asked.
"You Know Who or..."
"I'm afraid I don't know who." South Korea stated.
"Would you please let me finish my sentence!" England shouted. "You Know Who. Don't say anything America! Or as he is also known Lord Voldemort."
"What the hell Eyebrows!" Why didn't you tell anyone that one of your psychos is back." Romano shouted.
"I'm telling you now! And don't look at me like that, it's not my fault Italians like to shave!" England ignored the look he was getting from the older Italy sibling. "Anyway where was I? Yes, so to all of those who believe that I'm trying to take over the world, I'm not. Voldemort is."
"I'm pretty sure that's what you said last time you tried to take over the world." Ireland shouted at her brother.
"No Émeraude, he blamed that on Jack the Ripper."
"Would you stop calling me that France!"
"Yeah Frog, get your bloody hands off my sister!" England shouted from the other side of the table.
"Stay out of my business."
"But I'm your brother." England whined. "I need to look out for my only sister."
"Like hell you do." Ireland pointed to Scotland, who was slowly falling asleep. "That alcohol drinking, cigarette smoking idiot is more of a brother to me!"
"I did hear that you know."
"Come on." France forced Ireland to sit back down in her seat. "Calm down Émeraude."
"Will you stop calling me that!"

However unbeknownst to the nations, two students were eavesdropping on the meeting (and no it was not Hermione and Harry), the Weasley Twins.
"What do you think they're talking about Forge?" Fred asked his counterpart.
"No ideas Gred, you think they're speaking in code? They're not exactly making any sense."
But Fred just shrugged. "Look we're not Hermione, we're not here to spy. We're here to sell! If we can get one of those guys to buy Skiving Snackboxes we could go worldwide."
"Yeah!" The twins exchanged a high five.
"Quick, they're coming outside."
Just as the doors opened the twins managed to hide behind one of the statues. The plan? Wait for the last people to come out of the doors and start advertising.

And they didn't have to wait long, as the last two people exited the room the twins managed to see their new potential buyers.
The taller of the two had shoulder length brown hair, he was wearing what looked like a green army uniform- a stack of papers were clutched in his hands.
The other, shorter man seemed to be dragging him from the Great Hall. He, wait was it a he? Fred frowned trying to figure out the persons gender. Yeah, it's a he. The very feminine man had extremely glossy looking blonde, he was also wearing a green uniform, but his had a cape.

Fred shared a look with George, were these really the guys who were gonna help them go worldwide? George just shrugged; it would be a challenge.
"Excuse me gentlemen." Both twins said, emerging from behind the statue. The brunette looked quite surprised but the blonde just smiled back.
"We are Misters Fred and George Weasley." Fred introduced themselves.
"And we are the proud makers of Weasley's Wizard Weezes." George finished.
"Cześć, I'm Pol-" But the blonde was interrupted by the brunette.
"Don't listen to him, I'm Toris Laurinaitus and this is Feliks Łukasiewicz."
"Nice to meet you. Now then as I mentioned before we make the products from Weasley's Wizard Weezes, which just so happens to be a joke shop."
"Our newest product," Fred continued from his brother. "Is Skiving Snackboxes."
George pulled one of the magical sweets from his pocket and showed it to the two watching men. "One side of the sweet makes you sick, the other cures you."
"But why would you want to be sick? I might ruin my fabulous clothes." Feliks asked.
"To get you out of class, or in your case the meeting."
Toris didn't look fully convinced, but Feliks did.
"I'll take 100!"
"Feliks, you do realise you won't be able to afford that don't you." Toris told his friend.
"Fine. I'll take 99."
Toris sighed and face palmed but he didn't say anything else so the twins took that as a sale.
"Sold!"

"What on earth are your brothers trying to do." Hermione asked her boyfriend, O mean regular friend.
The Golden Trio were sat around the corner, similarly to the twins, but like Fred said they were here to spy.
"How the bloody hell should I know." Her boyfriend, I mean Ron replied. "I don't even know why we're here."
"I already told you! We're here to learn about the government. And to see if this has something to do with Professor Kirkland's secret, I'm sure that was him shouting." Hermione said, a slight insane look in her eye.
"Okay... where do you think they went?" Harry spoke up.
Ron shrugged. "Lunch maybe?"
But Hermione just shook her head. "They're not as hungry as you Ron."

Ignoring the two arguing Harry decided to look around a bit, maybe see if the representatives came back.
He wished he didn't.
"Ahhh!"
Staring back at him- incredibly close to Harry's face I might add, was an extremely scary looking blonde man. He had electric blue eyes and his face was set in a glare.
"Wh't 're y'u d'ing?"
"Um, nothing sir."
"Berwald, what are you doing?"
That was when Harry noticed the man behind him. He too had blonde hair, but his eyes were lavender and he looked a lot more cheery then the man who Harry presumed was Berwald.
The cheery man seemed to see the Golden Trio too. "Hei, I'm Tino, this is Berwald."
"I'm Harry, this is Ron and Hermione." Harry tried to keep a straight face, Berwald was seriously freaking him out.
The intimidating blonde continued to stare into Harry's soul. "Wh't 're y'u d'ing?"
"What?" Ron asked, not understanding the mans accent.
Luckily Tino decided to translate. "He asked you what you were doing."
"We are... checking the vents." Harry told him, this is why Hermione normally came up with the plans.
But Tino seemed to believe them, for some reason. "Oh, I hope there's nothing seriously wrong with them."
"No, we're just double checking that the heat if flowing correctly." Hermione added.
"Well, good work." Tino finished, skipping (well not exactly skipping) back into the great hall, Berwald however continued to stare into the souls of the Golden Trio.
"Come on Berwald! The meeting is about to restart." Tino shouted, but Berwald still continued to stare at them.
"Oi Berwald! Your wife wants you!" A familiar voice shouted from the Great Hall.
At this Berwald promptly stood up, gave them one final glare and walked into the Great Hall.
"Well that was scary." Harry described.
"Was that Mathias?"

And Mathias it was, or Denmark in this case. Norway sighed looking at the man sitting next to him, the Dane was slumped in his chair, a beer in one hand and he was using the other one to poke Sweden in the arm.
"Would you at least try to pay attention to England." Norway asked his friend, using his tie to knock his head into the table.
"Come on Norgie, it's not like Iggybrows knows what he's talking about. He doesn't even know what this guys name is."
"It's Voldemort." Iceland butted in.
"You know stuff about magic?" A slight look of surprise crossed Norway's face.
"I guess, I read a lot alright." The youngest Nordic replied.
"Call me big brother."
"What?! No."
This argument may go on for a while, so we'll come back to it.

Meanwhile on the other side of the table two other brothers were also arguing.
"It's a skirt!" England shouted at his elder brother.
"It's called a kilt. Thank you very much."
"I'm pretty sure the definition of a skirt is, and I quote 'an outer garment fastened around the waist and hangs around the legs' that is exactly the same as a kilt." England replied, a smug tone in his voice.
"Will you two please stop arguing, how many times have you had this fight?" Ireland interuppted.
"The only reason we continue to have this argument is because Scotty refuses to believe that it is in fact a skirt!" England replied.
"Look, the only reason I created the kilt in the first place is because I was drunk." Scotland said.
"I'm pretty sure that's what Norgie said when he came up with The Fox." Denmark shouted from across the room."
"West said the same thing with German Sparkle Party." Prussia called out.
"Ja bruder, but you verge the one who got me und Austria drunk in the first place." The younger German pointed out.
"Details, details."

"Okay." England interrupted the soon to be argument. "We don't have much time left so let's get this over with. With the threat of Voldemort lumming over us all..."
"Wait Eyebrows." Romano said from where Spain was fussing over him. "What do you mean 'us'."
"Well if Voldemort does try to take over the world we would have to join forces to stop him."
"So you want our help?" Prussia asked.
"Yes."
The room burst into laughter, which by the offended look on England's face he defiantly didn't expect.
"You want our help?! That's ridiculous! Keseseses!" Prussia managed to get out through his laughter.
"So, I'm going to take that as a no." England replied quite loudly too, because everyone was still laughing. "Fine then, if your not going to help then get out."
There wasn't much disagreement with the Brits statement so all the other nations made their way out of the Great Hall, England followed them out so he could get back to his lessons.

"And what exactly are you three doing here?" Professor Kirkland asked the Golden Trio who were still hiding behind the corner.
"Don't worry Arthur." Tino came to the Trio's aid. "Their checking the vents."
"Of course they are." Professor Kirkland said sarcastically. "Well I don't particularly like spy's so all three of you can report to my office for detention."
The Golden Trio groaned in response, particularly Hermione.
"Are the vents working?" The Finnish man asked.
"Of course, there wasn't anything wrong with them actually." Hermione replied.
Tino ran off to follow his husband- and the rest of the Nordic 5. So the Trio were left with their Care of Magical Creatures Professor staring at them.
They had been caught.

"Well that went well." Ron said sarcastically afterwards.
"At least it was productive." Hermione retaliated.
"Yeah, we found out that his friends really are wackjobs."

That was one of the longest chapters yet. Yay! (That's my excuse for why it took so long). But so many red lines, why spell check why? Apparently Tino isn't a word.
And on another note earlier on I mention the Prime Ministers of both England and Hungary, now I'm British and I do know who the Prime Minister is, I said John Major because remember Harry Potter is set in the 90's (even though according to this story Twilight has already been written) so if anyone was confused that explains that. And the second to last paragraph is in Iggy's POV, it just says Professor Kirkland because the Golden Trio are there. And if you find the Sweeney Todd reference you can get a digital cookie, or any baked food of your choice.

So I think that's anything, any questions just ask and if you enjoyed it leave a review. And if you like this be sure to check out my other story which has the nations reacting to songs from around the world, so far we have The Fox, German Sparkle Party, Gangam Style and many more. It's called Music Around the World and it can be found on my profile. Hopefully I'll speak to you again soon, the next chapter should be up a lot quicker then this one was. : )