A/N by the time you dudes read this, I will most likely be facing my biggest fear. Having to speak French in front of real French people. My parents are relying fully on my knowledge of the language for our trip. Oh it's gonna be hell... Wish me good luck!

Are any of you doing anything social for the half term? I'm dragging my bestie trick or treating when I get back from Paris! I'm gonna be Hungary! I made the costume and everything! I'm soo proud and stuffs!

IGNORE MEE!

Harry Potter perspective

When Harry came down for breakfast the next morning, Hermione had her nose in the Daily Prophet. He took a seat next to her and coughed. The brunette looked up.

"Oh! Morning Harry! Did you know, a French man has been caught trying to break into the Daily Prophet headquarters!" She pointed to a picture of a blond-blue eyed man with stubble on his chin on the front cover of the newspaper. "It all happened last night! I recognised him as the man from Alfred's bogart! Who do you think he is?"
"Maybe we should ask Alfred." Harry suggested. "He's comin this way and has a smile on his face."

Alfred walked towards the Griffindor table with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He turned around and sent a wink to Professor Kirkland, who blushed deeply. Alfred skipped over to where Hermione and Harry were.

"Hey dudes! Why's Francis Bonnefoy on the cover of that newspaper? Was he finally caught being a perv?" Alfred chirped, snatching the article off of Hermione. "Well, that sucks. Hope he isn't jailed for life... That would start yet another fight between the Limeys and the frogs."

The door to the Great Hall burst open to reveal Mr Filch dragging a frightened Jenna and Peter by the ear.
"Professor Dumbledore! Found these two out of their common rooms past curfew!" Filch let go of the two siblings. Professor Kirkland stood up and Alfred sunk into his seat.

Kirkland rushed forwards to his brother and sister, enveloping them in a loving embrace. He whispered something in their ears and looked them in the eyes. Peter and Jenna nodded with smiles on their faces. The duo walked towards their separate tables.

"Don't worry Mr Filch. I shall tend to these two personally, and that goes for all the other exchange students that get into trouble." Professor Kirkland pretended to brush dirt off his clothes, before heading back to the teacher's table.

Suddenly a flock of owls flew into the hall, each carrying a huge stack of paper. The owls placed one each in front of the exchange students and Kirkland, except for Jenna, Peter and the albino, Gilbert.

"Aww man! I thought that i wasn't gonna get paperwork! Totally not heroic Obama!" Alfred shouted at no one in particular.

Draco perspective

Draco sat as far away from Gilbert as possible at breakfast, and that was next to Peter Kirkland. A little owl that looked as if it has travelled a long way dropped a red howler in front of Peter.

Peter nervously opened the howler. A Finnish voice began to speak.
"PETER? IT'S MAMA FINLAND HERE! I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT ME AND SWEDEN MISS YOU VERY VERY MUCH!" Mama had a male voice...

A new voice started talking, this was male too.
"F'NL'ND, WHO 'RE YOU T'LK'NG TO?"

"OH BER! YOU'RE HERE! I'M SENDING A LETER TO PETER. YOU KNOW HE WENT TO ENGLAND'S MAGIC SCHOOL."

"'RE YOU S'RE YOU W'NT TO DO TH'T WH'LE TH' OTH'R NORD'CS 'RE H'RE?"

Two new voices joined the conversation.

"OMFG ICELAND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT FRIDGE?!" This voice sounded Danish.

"LITTLE BROTHER, WE SAID THAT WE COULD GET HELP FOR THIS..." A Norwegian voice spoke up.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR TALKING ABOUT SWEDEN! ICELAND IS ABSOLUTELY NOT DOWNSTAIRS, TRYING TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP WITH A FRIDGE!" The Finnish voice spoke again.

"YOU KN'W YOU J'ST T'LD TH' WH'LE OF H'GW'RTS TH'T."

"QUIET SWE. BYE PETER! SEE YOU AT CHRISTMAS!"

And the letter exploded. Peter's face could only be described as a tomato. There was an eruption of laughter from most of the exchange students and Hogwarts pupils.

"Holy Austria's dirty laundry! Iceland and Sweden's fridge?! That's even more hilarious than that one time Scotland got drunk and hit on France!" Roared Gilbert, who was at the other end of the table.

"Mein gott... Zat image vill be stuck in my head forever..." Ludwig, Gilbert's brother, muttered.

"That is like, totally funny! I wonder how like, far Iceland's taken his relationship..." The Polish exchange student, Feliks giggled.

"Oh god..." Peter started banging his head on the table. "Why Mama, why..."

WHY WERE ALL THESE EXCHANGE STUDENTS SOO WEIRD?! Gilbert and Matthew did THAT thing together, Peter's 'mama' was male, Ludwig was convinced that Sirius Black was innocent, Feliks apparently was a 'crossdresser', and the rest were utter weirdos.

England perspective

Arthur didn't know whether to be disgusted at the fact that he had paperwork, or to be laughing at Iceland with a fridge. He bid goodbye to the professors, picked up his load of paperwork, and headed off to start his first lesson... third year Slytherins and Griffindors... Hooray.

Harry perspective

Harry watched Professor Kirkland nod his head at the other teachers, pick up the pile of paper in front of him, and head out of the Great Hall. The professor was smiling about something... What was it? Did it have something to do with Peter's howler? They were brothers... So 'Finland' and 'Sweden' were the Professor's parents too? Was 'Iceland' some kind of relative of the Kirkland's?

~time skip (=7=)9~

When Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the History of Magic classroom, they noticed a new picture. It was a pretty big painting. The caption underneath it was in big bold letters.

THE G8 + CHINA.

There were nine men in the picture, all wearing outfits from WWII. The man on the far left was the other Alfred, who was looking fondly into his neighbouring partner's eyes, holding a banner that said 'AMERICA THE HERO!' on it. His neighbouring partner happened to be Professor Kirkland, he was blushing whilst looking into the other Alfred's eyes, he was holding a banner that said 'ENGLAND/BRITAIN'. The man next to Kirkland was the same man from the newspaper, he was holding a banner saying 'FRANCE'. Next to 'France' was a small Asian man with no expression on his face, holding a banner with 'JAPAN' on it. Another blushing Asian was next to 'Japan' his banner said 'CHINA' a tall creepy man had an arm wrapped around 'China' he had a banner saying 'RUSSIA 4 CHINA'. Next to them was a couple who looked like two of the exchange students, Ludwig and Feliciano, other Feliciano was clinging onto other Ludwig's arm and waving a flag that said 'ITALY'. Other Ludwig was unenthusiastically holding a sign with 'GERMANY' plastered on it. Next to them was a timid man who looked like Matthew, he was holding a sign saying 'I AM CANADA!' He was the only one not wearing a WWII outfit, he was wearing a short that said 'PRUCAN FOREVER!'.

Professor Kirkland was snoring peacefully on his desk, when he mumbled: "Did you wet the bed again? Stupid yank..." Alfred walked in at that moment, he went red and whispered something in the Professor's ear. Kirkland woke up immediately, looked Alfred in the eye, blushed a deeper shade, and coughed.

"Oh um... Sorry about that students. Today we will be learning about a very 'important' subject that will help you in your OWLs in two years time." Professor Kirkland took a breath. "World War Two."

A/N whilst I was writing this chapter, I was sitting in the car, singing my heart out to the radio... PLEASE DON'T JUDGE MEEE! OwO I showed the start of this chapter to my friend, she read the Iceland/Fridge bit and didn't understand it. So I opened up the INTERWEB and searched the fic Iceland's fridge for her. The second time round was even more hilarious than the first. Iceland/Fridge doesn't belong to me. GOD THANK YOU DEMONESS99 FOR SUGGESTING THAT FIC TO ME! My Swedish friend is an absolute angel, and she can RP as a very good angry Italy.