A/N oh frig damn writers block! Imma gonna just ATTEMPT to write this... Wish me the luck of the vampires! (Yes, yes I did just make that reference!)

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WARNING: total sexy UsUk

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Harry Potter perspective

Jenna grabbed Harry's hand and led him towards the staircase.

"I don't believe you've seen the library!" She grinned, green eyes sparkling. "I'll show you the library!"

The auburn haired teen practically dragged the male up the stairs. The staircase seemed to go on forever, but the Cornish girl wasn't tiring, unlike Harry, who couldn't catch his breath.

Finally the twosome reached the top, Harry all too satisfied by the end. Jenna turned to Harry, chuckling at his out-of-breath form.

"And you're supposed to be the Griffindor seeker? Kinda pathetic, if you ask me." She let go of his hand.

"Shut up." Harry replied, jokingly punching her on the shoulder. She winced. "Oh, sorry."

"No problem, just an old battle scar! Sometimes my siblings take the whole 'show no mercy' thing a little too far." Jenna shrugged it off like it was nothing, but her eyes told Harry it was. "Anyway! Library's only a few more paces away!"

And Harry was once again, dragged off after the excited female.

(Then time roulette go! I love it!)

The Kirland's library was huge! It was nearly as big as the one at Hogwarts! There were so many classic books in there! Ranging from Charles Dickens to Agatha Christie to the Brontë sisters to Roald Dahl to a guy called Shan. Hermione would go berserk in a place like this, it was probably on her Christmas list.

"So... What do ya think of the great library of Kirkland?!" Jenna grinned widely, showing of pearly white teeth.

"It's big." Harry stated blatantly.

"Wow Harry, you're an absolute Professor Layton." Jenna rolled her eyes jokingly. "Anything else? Are you amazed at the variety of books?"

"Yeah, how many books are there here?"

"Ohhh... At least 3000. We stopped counting after the 18th century." Jenna gave a one-sided shrug.

"Wow..."

"I know, right?! Do you like any specific authors?! You look like the type to read fantasy or shonen-ai, kinda hoping I'm wrong with the shonen-ai..." Jenna flashed a joking grin to the boy-wizard.

"I've not really read many books before..."

"WHAT?!"

England perspective

"Strange... I thought I heard something..." Arthur whispered quietly, breaking away from Alfred's embrace.

"Huh? What's wrong Artie?" Alfred asked, looking the smaller nation in the eye.

"Nothing... I just thought I heard Cornwall ranting about something. It's probably nothing to worry about." England wrapped his arms back around the younger's waist. "I think it may nearly be lunch time actually..."

"Uh! No way! It's like, 5:00 am! Nowhere near lunch!" America countered, trying to avoid England cooking.

"You're not getting me with that, we're in a different timezone to you. Plus, I was going to have my sister make her famous pasties, but if you WANT me to cook..." England smirked. "I can gladly make us some scones."

"NONONONO! Anything but the scones! HAVE MERCY OH GREAT BRITISH EMPIRE!" Alfred crawled onto the floor and started mock-bowing. Arthur chuckled quietly at this.

"Stop behaving like a four year old colony and start behaving like a one thousand year old country."

"Yes, MOM!"

"You are going to pay severely for that one, Mr United States of McDonalds."

"I'm going to ignore that, because your such a Tsundere." Arthur slapped his American partner playfully, blushing slightly.

"Shut up. I'm not cute."

"You are! Especially when you blush. It's completely adorable!"

Arthur stared at his partner for a long time, before attacking those soft American lips. One of his hands went around Alfred's neck, the other began fumbling with his trouser button.

Alfred seemed to get the message, for he assisted his Brit by tackling the buttons of his shirt. When done, he moved on to Arthur's trousers.

The duo continued to go further, not noticing the Fangirls and Harry nose bleeding in the backdrop.

(Wibbly wobbly timey wimey)

"I think I may be mentally scarred..." Harry informed Ron and Hermione when he returned to Hogwarts the next week.

A/N AND THAT IS IT FOR YOU GUYS TONIGHT! Hope you enjoyed reading! I put off the Halloween chap, sorry... :( PLEASE ACCEPT THE HILARIOUS NORDIC CRACK-FIC I WROTE WHILST HIGH ON CHOCCIES! You can look on my profile for it, if your THAT desperate.