First Impressions Chapter 2:

The club had existed for some years now. Every year, the First Years at Hogwarts would covertly be observed by the club members. Then, after a week, some of them, because there was always, ever since the foundation, at least one member from each House fit for the club, would be asked to come to the seventh floor. There they would be told about the club and its purpose. No one were forced to enter, but everyone asked always agreed to become new members. And such were the circumstances on the other schools whom had students like that, although they weren't in the same number as Hogwarts had. There as at Hogwarts, it was called Hetalia Club.

On the rare occasions that pupils from different schools were in the same "neighbourhood", security enchantments had to be increased even more than normal due to the extra volatile magic. And the same would probably go for the occasion in three years.

Perhaps it was fate, or some magical magnetism. Either way, most of the members had started out at Hogwarts, and all members would find themselves drawn to Hogwarts more than to other locations. And all the starting members of Hetalia were, at the present date, still attending.

Elizaveta Héderváry didn't know what she'd expected from the Hogwarts Express, but this wasn't quite it. It seemed like any old, with emphasis on old, cosy, comfortable train. She'd thought it would be more… magical! Well, the important part now was to find a place to sit, somewhere she could keep an eye out for her grandpa. Since her parents had been too busy with work, he'd taken her to Platform 9 ¾. The people whom had come to tell her about Hogwarts, and Mr. Little, had been sceptic to let her grandpa, or even her parents, know how to get to the Hogwarts Express. They had suggested a represent from the Ministry, that is, the Ministry of Magic. But her dad wasn't a diplomat for nothing. Besides, her grandpa was one of the most stubborn people of the world.

After passing three compartments, where the first was full, the second not providing a good enough angle, and the third with a snooty looking boy in it, she finally came to a compartment that seemed ok. In it was three boys. A blonde boy whose hair waved perfectly down to his shoulders; a brunette who somehow radiated sunshine; and the third boy whom had silver white hair and looked delightfully wild. All three of them, like her, were already in their school uniforms. Elizaveta saw available seats, but she wanted to be sure that they were free. She poked her head in.

'Hi, can I sit here?' She asked. Immediately all three boys looked towards her. They had curious but friendly faces, and all seemed okay.

'Of course!' The brunette chirped excitedly, and the other two nodded, and Elizaveta were relieved that she didn't have to look further. Like all the other compartments, it had three seats facing each other. As Elizaveta sat down in the seat near the window facing the direction in which she'd arrived on the platform, he continued babblingly. 'My name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo. These are mi amigos Francis Bonnefoy,' he pointed to the blonde, 'and Gilbert Beilschmidt.', he pointed to the silver haired one. 'What is your nombre?'

'If by "nombre" you mean name, then it's Elizaveta Héderváry.'

'But that's a girl's name.' Gilbert exclaimed.

'Well, I am a girl. What did you think?' Fully knowing what he'd thought; Elizaveta was aware that her looks were rather boyish. She'd after all inherited them from her grandpa; except for her colouring and eyes.

Before Gilbert had a chance to reply, she was waving her hand and directing all her attention to someone on the platform. She was waving with such animation and joy that she was glowing.

He liked that. It was awe…

No, not that word. But close. Und her hair was beautiful. He had thought that the minute she walked in.

Before anyone could say another word, the clock struck eleven and the train started moving.

Gilbert could have sworn he heard his grandfather shout out last-minute reminders and knew that Francis and Antonio would probably say the same thing about their families.

'Do you have any siblings already on Hogwarts?' Antonio, always eager to start a conversation, to avoid awkward silences, asked Elizaveta.

'No, I'm an only child.' She answered, and then after a beat, she continued. 'I'm Muggle born.' She looked so scared to be admitting it out loud, that Gilbert couldn't help smiling a little.

'So, what? Lots of people at Hogwarts are Muggle born.' He told her and smiled wider when she smiled out of relief.

'And if you have any questions, señorita, don't hesitate to ask.' Antonio, always happily eager to be helpful, nervously supplied.

'Well, I was wondering how the House-system work.'

'Well, you get Sorted into one of four houses; Rawenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Gryffindor.'

'But how does the sorting work?' Elizaveta asked.

'Well,', Gilbert started, 'I've heard from the other students on the train that we've to fight against a monster. And whatever we choose as weapon decides which House, we'll be Sorted into.'

'That's a lie.' Antonio said, still smiling, he was always happy (and, often, nervous too). 'Mi hermano goes to Hogwarts, and he said we just wear a hat. And then the hat will decide which House we get Sorted into.'

'What can you tell me about the different Houses?'

'First; Hufflepuff is where people that are loyal and friend to all come.' Antonio started.

'Second; Ravenclaw is for the people that are different kinds of clever.' Francis continued.

'Third; Slytherin is for people that are cunning and resourceful.' Gilbert concluded.

'What about Gryffindor?'

'Gryffindor is the place where supposedly all these brave people go to.' Gilbert replied dismissively.

For the rest of the train ride, the four of them talked. They were so absorbed in their talking that they dismissed the trolley lady, but luckily Francis had a packed lunch that was simply divine. Elizaveta got to know that all three boys had younger siblings, Gilbert being the only one whom had a younger brother. Antonio, however, was the only one with an older brother. She also learned that they, like her, had a relative that were a Diplomat. But she was the only one whom who's relative was a Muggle diplomat. She was also the only one of the four that had Muggle relatives in her immediate family. The three others were what was called pureblood. To be honest, it was the most stupid word for a definition that Elizaveta had ever heard.

As she was learning about them, Gilbert, whom was being very attentive to her, was learning about her; she was more confident than Antonio, whom was always nervous, but unlike Francis, she seemed more apprehensive. Elizaveta, on the other hand, found Gilbert cocky and confident. And friendly. But she thought the last, of them all.

Their talking was cut short, however, as the train slowed down.

They had arrived.

Hogwarts next.

Author's notes:

I don't own Hetalia or the Wizarding World. They're owned by Hidekaz Himaruya and J.K. Rowling, respectively.

Translation:

Mi hermano (Spanish) = my brother

In the next chapter:

'Come on!' Francis told them. 'Or else there won't be any room left for us.'

'I doubt that, amigo.' Antonio said, but like the rest, followed him anyway.

So, they ended up in the same boat. Which was fine with them. It wasn't long before all the First Years sat in the boats. Then they were off. Halfway through to the castle they could see up ahead, Elizaveta was yanked out.