A/N before we start the chap i have something to say.
LET'S GO BACK IN A TIME MACHINE! TIME MAAAACHIIIINEEEE! Tiiiimmmmmee MMAAACHIIIIIINEEEE!
Don't own Hetalia or Harry Potter.
Spain perspective
Spain turned his head towards the familiar laugh.
"No one mentioned that Gilbert was here!" Antonio exclaimed. "Tomatoes for everyone!" In that minute there was a bang and thousands of tomatoes rained down from the roof.
Everyone clapped, apart from Romano who was still pissed off at Spain for no apparent reason. Spain rushed over to the green table, where Prussia was talking to a platinum blond.
"Gilbert! Mi amigo! You shrunk too! You look like a... What did Ja- Kiku call them? Ah! You look like a Chibi!" Spain pulled Gilbert into a bear hug.
"Hey 'Tonio! Zis guy doesn't know vhat Disney is!" Gilbert laughed. "I knew England vas old-fashioned, but not zis much!"
"Ha! That's another thing to tease him about!" Spain joined in the laughter.
The old man sitting at the head of the adult's table stood up.
"Well, I think it's time you all went off to your lessons." The children and the adults, apart from Gilbert and the old guy, left. The old dude walked over to Spain and Prussia.
"Good morning Mr Beillschimdt. Don't you have a class to go to?" The old man said to Gilbert. Prussia nodded, waved at Antonio and left.
"Hola! I am Antonio! You must be Albus Dumbwhore!" The Spaniard held out his hand.
Harry potter perspective
The journey through the castle to the North Tower was a long one.
"There's-got-to-be-a-short-cut." Ron panted, as they climbed their seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar floor, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
"Dudes it's totally that way!" Alfred shouted pointing down a corridor to the right.
"No, you stupid yank! That's south! My compass says we go left!" Jenna argued.
"Nu-uh! My hero senses say its right!"
"No! Left!"
"Right!"
"Left!"
A short, squat knight had clanked into the picture followed by a fat pony. By the look of the giant grass stains on his knees, he had just fallen off.
"Aha!" He yelled seeing the the arguing duo. "'Tis the evil villains from long ago! The angry wench and the loud yank who threw badly made scones at me!"
Alfred and Jenna turned towards the painting. Alfred had a red mark on his right cheek.
"Oh yeah, I remember that day, it was when Artie was at this school! I thought he'd been kidnapped or something, and I persuaded Jenna and Mattie to come along with me! We were investigating this eerie corridor and-!" THWACK! Jenna had hit him on the head with a... Frying pan. Alfred rubbed the back of his head. "You have totally gotta stop hanging around with Eliza."
Jenna ignored him, and turned to the knight in the portrait.
"Look, can you put the past behind you and tell us how to get to Diviniation?"
Cornwall perspective
The two nations and the golden trio climbed the last few steps and appeared on a tiny landing where the rest of the class were waiting.
America and Cornwall ran over to join Sealand and Canadia.
"First ever Kirkland to get into Griffindor, huh?" Sealand grinned at Cornwall. "By the way, why did Arthur sign us up for divination?"
"Maybe it's so we can predict future wars, eh." Canadiana shrugged.
"AH! MATTIE WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!" America yelled. "Your like a ninja! A Naruto ninja!"
"You watch Naruto? That's lame." Jenna commented. "The abridged version of Naruto is MUCH better. Off subject, how are we getting into the classroom?" Matthew pointed upwards, Cornwall's eyes followed his finger, it led to a trap door on the ceiling, on the trap door was a brass plaque.
"Sybil Trelawney, Diviniation teacher, Huh." She read. "I'm pretty sure Eng- Arthur used to go drinking with someone under that name."
"Yeah, I remember that too! That was... In the 60's or was it the 70's?" Sealand agreed. "Where'd Canada go? He was here a minute ago!"
"I'm still here, eh." Matthew said.
"Ah!" Shouted Sealand and America. "You could be an international jewellery thief or something, hey! Where's your bear?"
"He went to go make some pancakes, I think..." Canada answered.
The trap door suddenly opened, and a ladder descended right at their feet.
"AHAHAHA! The hero will go first!" America started climbing the ladder, Cornwall and Canada followed with Sealand bringing up the back of the group.
They appeared in the strangest room ever, even stranger than England's one direction obsession, well, maybe not THAT strange. Twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by armchairs and fat little pouffes. Everything was lit with a dim, red light; the curtains were closed, and the lamps were draped with red scarves. It was really warm and the fire burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly smell as it heated a large kettle. The shelves were crammed with dusty feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of playing cards, hundreds of crystal balls and a huge amount of teacups.
~half an hour later~
Professor Trelawney was weirder than the rainbow coloured tap dancing squirrel wearing Prussia's pink pyjamas and fairy wings at Sealand's last birthday party. She had predicted Harry's death AND had said that Sealand was going to be a panda when he grew up. Cornwall couldn't really be bothered about her brother being a cute black and white bear, I was the Harry dying part that kinda irked her. See, Harry's mum, Lily Evans, had been of Cornish descent, so that kinda made Harry her citizen too. Furthermore she was worried about his wellbeing, HIS DEATH WAS JUST PREDICTED! OF COURSE SHE WAS WORRIED WHO WOULDN'T BE?!
Anyways, Cornwall was heading to England's class, and was really dreading a story of 'and then France tried to rape me!' Again. No one wants to hear that story first or fifty-sixth time. Back to the subject, Cornwall was walking to History of Magic, with the so-called 'golden trio' , America 'the hero' and 'I am a country!' Sealand.
The took a left and reached the HoM classroom, where the rest of the class were waiting outside, too scared to go in. Well, after the two years of bad new teachers, you'd be a bit nervous too.
"HEY IGGY! ARE YA IN THERE?! FRANCIS IS TRYING TO HUG JENNA!" America yelled, that got England out of the classroom in no time.
"WHERE'S THAT FROG?! Oh, you were joking. Should've realised that. Morning class, do come in." With that England strode back into the classroom, the students tentatively following.
Harry potter perspective
The History of Magic classroom was certainly different, there were various world maps on the wall, plus some pictures of what Harry figured was Professor Kirkland's family, and a lovely photo of the Queen with her corgis.
"Now, before I start teaching you, I want to tell you to never go to France." Professor Kirkland explained, "Also I'd like to tell you a bit about myself: I have five brothers and one sister, I have friends all over the world and the Russian is very creepy, no one appreciates my cooking or my country, I hate nicknames and if anyone so much as giggles at my eyebrows, I'll give you a months detention."
Malfoy raised his hand, it was obvious what he was going to ask.
"No Mr Malfoy, I am neither pureblood, halfblood, or muggle born. That was your question wasn't it? I'd rather listen to an argument over whether Beethoven was Austrian or German than become a death eater if you were wondering, Mr Weasley." Professor Kirkland spotted Hermione's hand up. "Yes Miss Granger?"
"Why don't we have books? If you don't mind me asking Professor." Hermione asked. Professor Kirkland tapped his nose.
"Well, I guess it's because I have all the information on this subject in my brain." When Professor Kirkland said brain, a loud and musical noise rang through the classroom.
'Baby you light up my world like nobody else,
The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed,
The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell,
You don't know, uh oh, you don't know you're beautiful.'
Professor Kirkland went pink and his left hand dived into his pocket, Harry realised that the Professor wore a suit instead of robes. Professor Kirkland pulled out a phone (how did his work in Hogwarts?) and answered it.
"Hello? Alistair? Why are you calling? I thought I told you I was teaching, what is so important that you, had to call me? FRANCIS READ WHAT AT THE MEETING?! WHO GAVE HIM MY DIARY?! Oh god bless us all... Yes, yes. I get it! There is nothing wrong with liking One Direction! Yes, love you too." Professor Kirkland stuffed the phone back into his pocket, turning to the class, he blushed. "Sorry about that, class. Now, we're going to be starting a topic that... Has to be my favourite part of all history; the magical war between France and England over America."
A/N and there is your chapter! Hope you enjoyed the England/1D thing! Truly, I hate One Direction, but I thought it would be funny! In other news, I got my friend to watch Hetalia! Woot woot! I'm also a Sherlock fan now. I've also been watching Jim Carey bloopers, TIIIMMMEE MAAACHIIINEEE!