A/N I'm trying to keep to one chapter a week, but I can't help it! I just have to write this story! I think I'm diseased! I have 'can't stop writing syndrome'! Oh... And save the turtles!

Harry Potter perspective

"Harry went back into the corridor with Madam Pomfrey, who left for the hospital wing. He had to only wait a few minutes; then Hermione emerged looking very happy with herself, followed by Professor McGonagall and the three of them made their way back down the marble staircase to the Great Hall.

There was a sea of pointed black hats; each of the long tables was lined with students. Professor Flitwick was carrying an ancient hat and a three legged stool out of the hall.
"Oh," murmured Hermione softly, "we've missed the sorting." Professor McGonagall made her way to the staff table, Harry and Hermione set off for the Griffindor table. People looked around at them as they passed along the back of the hall, and a few of them pointed at Harry.

He and Hermione sat down next to Ron, Jenna and the american Alfred, who had saved them seats. Harry suddenly hungry, filled his plate with everything in view. Alfred was tentatively poking and prodding the chicken on his plate.
"Alfred, the food isn't going to kill you. It's not nearly as bad as what I've had to eat this summer holiday." Jenna informed the blond.

"Where did you go on holiday then, Jenna?" Asked Hermione.

"My brother's house, you don't want to know what happens when putting two Irish, one Scottish, one English, one Welsh, one Cornish and a Sealander in the same house..." Jenna answered. "My older brothers kept pulling pranks on everyone. When they pulled one on Professor Kirkland... let's just say that there was a hell lot of swearing that you could have heard it from Japan." Alfred laughed.

"Hey Jenna! Remember that time Artie got that star stuck in his head? Hahahahahaha!" He carried on laughing.
"Alfred, it wasn't really THAT funny. He complained to me for a week, do you know how much that cost on the phone bill? I was only calling to ask if we were inviting Francis over for Christmas!" Jenna complained.

Dumbledore clapped his hand, the quietened down.
"Now that we are all watered and fed, it's time for some-" he was interrupted by a short-toed eagle carrying a red envelope. Whispers and murmurs started between the students. Who could have received a howler before school even started?

Romano perspective

Romano watched the confused eagle fly around in circles, before heading towards his table. It flew towards him and dropped the letter on his lap. The letter opened.

"ROMA! WHERE ARE YOU?! I CAME TO THE WORLD MEETING TODAY AND FRANCE TOLD ME YOU'D LEFT FOR SOME MAGIC SCHOOL OF ENGLAND'S! WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T EAT HIS FOOD! YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED TO PRUSSIA RIGHT? I'M COMING TO RESCUE YOU! DON'T MOVE!" Then the letter exploded.

"Aww! You got a letter from Spa- Antonio!" Italy exclaimed. "Are you going to send him one back?"
"Of course not Stupid! What do I care about that jerk!" Romano snapped. Over on the Slytherin table Romano could hear Prussia talking about one of his friends coming and mischief making.

"Hear zat vest? Looks like zis year von't be so boring after all!"

Prussia was right there.

A/N this chapter is just filler, so it's short. I said I had an idea for SpaMano, didn't I. Spain will probably arrive next chapter. But I'm going to concentrate on school... I CAN'T DO IIIITTTT! White flag! Whiiiiittteee flaaaaag!