A/N THE HERO IS BACK! AHAHAHA! Just joking, it's only me! Randomgirl40 with your totally epic chapter! Oh, and if you don't review, I shall send my BFF Russia out to murder you. X3 I should do a disclaimer... I don't own J.K Rowling's Harry Potter, or Hetalia. BTW, this chapter is happening at the same time as the last.

Poland perspective

Poland found England sitting at a table in the library. He dove behind a bookshelf as England's head moved side to side, cracking that no one was there. England reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he dialled a number and held it to his ear.

"Hello? Is this the Daily Prophet? Ah, good. I'd like to complain about the article you did on Arthur Kirkland."

"What would I like to complain about? A lot of things actually! I haven't 'gone missing' as you put it! No! I will not do an interview for the Daily Prophet! Oh, and another thing! Who let you use pictures of my family and my... Alfred?!"

Poland winced at the unfabulous volume of Britain's ranting.

"Hello? Hello?" England held the phone to his ear. "They hung up on me!" Arthur turned to where Poland was fabulously hiding. "Feliks, I can tell you're there." Poland walked out from behind his hiding place.

"You're like, really good at hide and seek." Poland commented.
"Why thank you," England smiled. "It was pretty hard trying to get America to bathe when he was just a colony. So I had practise."

Harry Potter perspective

Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing outside the History of Magic classroom, there was no one in it.
"Harry, are you sure this is a good idea?" Asked Hermione nervously.
"Of course it is, I just want to take a closer look at the inscriptions on the paintings, and a peek at the photo on the professor's desk." Harry answered boldly.

Harry and Ron moved into the room, Hermione following cautiously.
Harry looked up at the family portrait, then he read the inscription.

The United Kingdom.

"What ye be looking a' laddie?" Said a deep Scottish voice. Harry jumped and looked up, the red headed man with a beard was speaking. "Are ye gonna answer, or just stare a' me?" The man crossed his arms.

"Bloody hell! I thought this was only a muggle painting!" Ron exclaimed. The girl who looked like an older Jenna spoke.

"As if! Iggy just asked us to be on our best behaviour whenever he has a class! You're the famous Harry Potter then? Not much of a looker, is he ROI?" She had a heavy Cornish accent, similar to Jenna's.

"I don't know why you're asking me. Arthur's more into 'heroes' than me." The other female giggled in an Irish accent, she looked around. "Where is Arthur anyway?" It was now the turn of the bored male sitting on a chair to answer.

"He's in Alfred's painting. I can't see what Arthur likes about that guy. He's way too happy for my likes." He had a welsh accent. "So, we know four-eyes is the 'extraordinary' Harry Potter. Who are the other two?" The boy, who was most likely Peter, jumped up and down.
"I know! Jerk England said that they're Harry's sidekicks! Hermione and Ron!" He grinned. "I'm right aren't I! Point one to Sealand!" The person who hasn't spoken yet, growled, and slapped the back of 'Peter's' head.

"No country names! You know what ARTHUR said. We wouldn't want ARTHUR to find out, would we?" He smirked when saying the last bit.
"Oh don' be so hard on the lad! He's only for- twelve!" The scot replied.

Suddenly, the door opened. Hermione and Ron quickly dove under a table, but Harry stood stock still. In walked Alfred, he looked a bit depressed, not at all his usual self. Alfred looked up, acknowledging Harry.

"Oh, hey Harry. What are you doing here?" Alfred tried to smile. "I always try to keep the past behind me, but for some reason, today it's different..."
"How so?" Harry asked. "If you don't mind me asking."
"Nah, I don't mind. I guess, seeing that bogart. Made me think about what it would've been like if I hadn't existed. I mean, I kinda still blame myself for the whole... Everything!" Alfred made an action with his hands. "Dude, I've never had such a philosophical thought before. Hey Harry, seeing as you have the fate of the wizarding world on your shoulders, you'd understand my whole problem, right? Oh crap! Forgot you didn't know about that shit!"

Alfred ran out of the room.
"See ya next lesson Harry dude! If Artie asks where I was, I was in a potion detention with soppy Snape!"

What had just happened? What was all this about 'fate of the wizarding world resting on his shoulders'? Why didn't Harry know about it, but Alfred did? All these questions and more were whizzing round in Harry's head.

Hermione and Ron crawled out from under the table.
"That was close." Hermione breathed. "Harry, who was here?"
"It was Alfred. Though I didn't understand a word he was saying." Harry replied. The family portrait spoke up once again, but this time, it was a British voice, belonging to Professor Kirkland.

"Do you think any of understand what he ever talks about? But more importantly, what do you think your doing in my room without a teacher?" Portrait Kirkland questioned.
"Uh! Sorry professor! We were uh..." Hermione stuttered.

"Snooping around, don't worry I won't tell. But if it happens again, I won't be afraid to go all pirate on you." The Professor chuckled.
"Art! Don' ya think pirate is a wee bit too harsh on 'em?" The scot exclaimed.
"Quiet Alistair. Or do you want me to tell everyone about that time you got drunk and hit on Francis?" Arthur glared at Alistair. The Scotsman shut up. "Off you go then, and avoid the French!"

The trio nodded as the left the classroom, waving to the portrait.

A/N hey did you guys know that there are people in France viewing this fic? Did you also know this story has 2,000 + views? It's awesome! I'm thinking of doing another Prussia-Draco chap! But I don't know what about, because Draco is avoiding prussia after his 'cruel and unusual punishment'