America was bored. Really bored, he had been forced by England to stay at his house for the time being until they went shopping. He wouldn't normally be this bored but there was a power cut. England popped his little midget head round the door. "Look, America. I know you're a bit, ah, miffed about this whole thing but seriously. Lighten up! Since the powers out I figured that we may as well go shopping...? For our Wizard supplies and all that."
America glared. England sighed. "Just don't ruin it for me okay? Russia's already waiting for us there, come on!" England grabbed America's hand and tugged him to the fireplace. He gleefully pushed America in and with a shout of 'Diagon alley!' and a pinch of Floo powder they were off.
America stumbled out, muttering curses under his breath as he bumped into a ginormous man. England followed soon after and they both ended up sprawled on the floor in front of a mountainous man. "Uh... dude? You OK E-Arthur?" England nodded dazedly as he stood up, offering a hand to his glasses bearing companion. "Sorry about that mister, it was Alfred here's first time in the Floo." The man chuckled, a deep resonating chuckle. "Don't worry! Ah'm bringing little Harry here to do Shopping, say, D' you want to come with me an' Harry? If no-ones with yer that is, Ah'm Hagrid by the way."
England grinned nervously, "Sure. We've only got Ivan left in our group and he should be around here somewhere... ah! That's him! We can all go right?" Hagrid blinked down at Russia as he rushed over to them. "Eh, him? Oh, sure! Ah'm going to Gringotts first, that's the Wizard bank Harry, then we're going to go grab our supplies. Lastly we're going to grab the wands. That last bit can take a while!"
The group exited the pub with an air of excitement, America was glaring at Russia and England was walking in front of them chatting amicably with Harry. Harry occasionally gasped but was mostly contented to a face of awe as they strode down Diagon Alley towards the bank. "Ah'll go get Harry's money firs', do you want me to help yer or can yer do that on yer own...?" England nodded. "Sure we can!" the trio trotted to a teller a little away from Harry and Hagrid's. "Hello, Goblin. I would like to withdraw some money from Vault 0 for and my friends and I, Russia and America." The Goblin teller looked down at them from its perch at the desk, the little creature wore a crude sneer. "You speak our language? Not surprising, Corpse-walker and Blade-jaw will take you down to the Vault." England nodded curtly and followed the two goblins down with Russia and America following closely behind.
"Take what you need within an hour, England. We will be here till then, so get out before we leave." England smiled grimly. "Don't worry about that." Russia and America would have been content to wait around the entrance as well but England had other ideas. He grabbed Russia's scarf and America's cowlick and pulled them in with him. "HEY! Don't pull Nantucket like that! It IS annoying!" "Or my scarf, never pull my scarf." England stared at the two in slight disbelief. "You two just got a free pass into the oldest Vault in the history of Gringotts Vaults and you're complaining about how you got in? Wow. Just… Wow." America glared. "You know, maybe you got the worst affected because you seem the least mature of us." England grinned. "I've always been like this! You guys just don't see me relaxed often. That's all. Don't you want to look around?" America begrudgingly nodded if only to get away from the elder nation and walked to the back of the Vault. "WOW! You have a ship back here!" a distant echoing call of "what did you expect? I was a Pirate once!" was the only call back to him.
America contented himself with exploring this area of the positively gargantuan vault and unravelling secrets. Meanwhile, Russia had settled himself quite nicely in a partially frozen over corner full of books and had one open on his lap (Great Killing arts of foreign lands). England was just ferreting around some chests as large as he was, for money presumably. "Everyone! Come see this! It seems like we won't have to stop at Madame. Malkin's after all…" England had found a Pirate outfit and a cutlass as well as money but he had also found some robes. Old ones but robes none the less. "Or the bookshop, pet shop, random glass stuff shop." Russia had a sly grin on his face as he came out from his corner.
England was grinning when they came out after what seemed like an eternity (it couldn't have been because the Escorts were still there). Decked out in robes of their flags colour, done stylishly so as not to seem like ridiculous patriots when in the street, they each had a little infinity pouch on their side containing money and books. Harry was walking out the Bank with Hagrid by the time they got onto normal ground again. America ran up to Harry the moment they got within hearing range. "Dude! Where you going now?" England and Russia were following loosely behind them and Harry was the only one to notice them. "Madam. Malkin's... shouldn't we wait for your friends though? And what happened to your clothes anyway..." America looked on dumbly "What-? Oh! Iggy got us some stuff from his Vault, we don't need to get very much other than ingredients and a Wand!" Harry grinned half-heartedly. "I guess if we don't see each other in the wand shop or Potion shop we won't meet again till the train then..." Russia nodded "Da." with a sigh Harry went to Madam Malkin's casting glances behind him the whole way.
America sighed. "Poor kid, doesn't even know us that much and he latched on to us like I would a Hamburger." England gave him a strange glance. "Hamburger...? Really, and Ivan! You should know better than to hurt a kid's feelings! You were probably like that once, just... try OK? You head to the wand shop, I'll grab our Ingredients. And meet later in the pub" Russia and America immediately sloped off. "Man… Iggy's really cold sometimes, which ones the wand store again?" Russia smiled evilly, "This one, Da~" Huffing, America walked in and was greeted by an empty store. "That's odd..." "Not at all, Alfred. Not odd at all. First years? Come on now, who's first!"
America did not Hesitate in pushing Russia forwards. "He is!" "But I have my Magic Metal Pipe of Pain! I don't need a wand!" Ollivander glared at him. "Of course you need a wand! Can I see this Magic Metal Pipe of Pain then, young man?" "Da~" With not a seconds hesitation Russia pulled it out and handed it to the aged wand maker. "Well... I hate to say it, but your pipe seems almost… Afraid of not being magic for you. How strange, you've managed to force a connection between your Magic and this lump of metal. Quite strange indeed... Let's see the next one then!"
America gulped. Ollivander smiled and handed him a wand. "Give it a wave, go on!" Feeling rather foolish he did so, the seats caught ablaze. Fifteen wands later and there was still no progress beyond setting less valuable objects on fire. "Well, I haven't had this much fun in a little while! Try this one, Ash, Unicorn tail hair and 8 inches. Go on! I can always repair it if something goes up in flames. Well, mostly anyway." feeling rather annoyed he waved it and was rather surprised by the reaction of the wand to him. First it shivered then it wiggled and finally it spurted out ribbons to form the American flag.