Micronations and the Philosopher's Stone

Warning: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR HETALIA, The characters maybe very OOC

This chapter was written, by the amazing Don't Insult Oliver's Cupcakes.

From now on this story is co-written.

I am hoping that every 26th of each month there would be a new chapter, and if I think it is needed then every 5th of the next month would be the part 2 of a former chapter.

So, if you didn't know yet, but part two of Chapter Two was posted. If you had yet to read it you can go back.

The station was extremely big and sort of grand, and it was quite crowded. England had to shout to make himself heard over the chatter of the other people at King's Cross Station, and it didn't help that the three micronations weren't staying close to him.

"Peter! Get Erland and Engel and come here now!" He finally shouted to Sealand, the one nearest to him. The blonde boy nodded and effectively plowed through three people- he was made of metal -to reach Erland and Engel, who were discussing about the best type of paintbrushes.

Sealand managed to convey England's message to Kugelmugel and Ladonia, and proceeded to drag them over to where England was standing.

"Follow me. And this time, STAY CLOSE," England spoke, is voice raised. The three children nodded and this time, when he marched off, they really did 'stay close'.

The British man led them over to the wall between Platform Nine and Platform Ten.

"I need you to walk right through this wall," England spoke casually, as if asking people to run through walls was an everyday thing. Sealand, who had already known about these magic stuff, was not surprised. Ladonia looked weirded out. Kugelmugel looked mildly interested.

"Excuse me, what are you trying to do, fooling around with us?" Ladonia said haughtily, crossing his arms with a huff.

England gave a light laugh, "I'm not fooling around with you, lad. This is an enchanted wall. Walk through it." He gestured to the wall, which seemed hard enough to break your head if you ran into it.

Ladonia gritted his teeth and was about to yell at the man for speaking nonsense when he felt Kugelmugel brush against him. The boy with braids steadily walked towards the wall, eyes tightly shut, his fist clenched around his suitcase, and…

... disappeared.

Ladonia's jaw dropped. "Kugel?!" He asked, bewildered. Then, deciding the wall wouldn't hurt him, he, too, ran through it.

England rolled his eyes and gave Sealand a gentle push. "So long, Jerky-Arthur!" Sealand yelled and rushed at the wall, where his two friends were waiting.

"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.

"Er- yes, I think so," the red-haired boy replied. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him."

"So you must know loads of magic already."

The Weasleys were clearly one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.

"I heard you went to live with Muggles. What are they like?" Ron asked curiously. Harry was about to reply when the door suddenly slipped open and two boy and a girl came in. Without a word, they sat down in the compartment seats. One of the boys and the girl next to Harry, the other boy next Ron.

The boy next to Ron was a red haired boy with a scar stretching from his cheek to the bridge of his nose. He had clear blue eyes and a mischievous smile on his face. His clothes were very odd. He wore a blue scarf and a white button coat over a white shirt and ultramarine blue trousers. He had his arms folded across his chest.

The boy next to Harry was also slightly odd. He was blonde with eager forget-me-not-blue eyes, and he wore a sailor suit. Like the suits Japanese people wear to school in anime. He was practically bouncing in his seat, though Harry couldn't see why. Maybe because he was here…?

The girl was, oddly, the tallest of the three. She had long, braided white-gold hair, a mole under her left eye, and queer purple eyes. Her clothes, if possible, was the oddest among the three. It was slightly aristocratic. She wore a white vest over a striped purple shirt with a collar, and her shorts were puffy and dark purple in color. She had yellow stockings and her shoes were shiny and white mary-janes.

Harry found himself staring at the three without speaking.

Fortunately, the awkward silence was broke exactly ten seconds after it started, by the blonde boy, who was literally bouncing in his seat now. "I know who you are, I know who you are, I know who you are, I know who you are, I know who you are," he chanted.

Harry found his shoulders sagging. He had hoped that these three people didn't know the whole 'famous Harry Potter' thing and that they would be friends with him not just because he was famous. He waited for the boy to shout, "You're Harry Potter!" But instead, the boy shouted, "You're a Weasley!"

Ron's head jerked up, startled. "Wha-what?" he mumbled. He had probably not expected to get any attention. "Are you talking to me?" he asked, looking stunned.

"Yeah! Jerky Eng-Arthur was friends with one of your uncles!"

"Why are you paying attention to me?" Ron asked, his brow furrowing. "Harry Potter's right there."

"Who?"

"Harry Potter!"

"Oh! I remember Jerky-Arthur mentioning him when-"

Harry shut the boy's ramblings out and watched the girl make some model out of clay. Her fingers worked quickly, shaping the clay into the basic shape of what she planned to make- a model… piano? Yes, a piano.

"Oh, that's pretty," Harry said without thinking. "It's a piano, right?"

The girl looked up and nodded, then resumed making, muttering something in German that Harry obviously did not understand.

The red haired boy was grumbling quite audibly under his breath. "The thing I don't like about that school is that electrical appliances don't work in it!" he said to no one in particular. "I mean, my country is the internet! Jeez…" He rolled his eyes and leaned forward.

"Hey, Kugel, whatcha' making?" he asked the girl interestedly. Harry noted that his accent was slightly Swedish. He knew that because one of Mrs Figg's friends was Swedish.

The girl lifted her head. "A clay piano for Roderich," she responded. Her accent was foreign, too. It sounded German… wasn't that German that the girl was speaking in earlier? Her English was very slow and heavily accented, too, as if she had only just learnt it.

Suddenly, the blonde boy stopped his rambling. "Hey, I don't think I know your names yet! What's your name?" he asked Ron, who responded with relief evident in his voice. What shocked Harry was that the boy also asked /him/ what his name was!

"H-Harry Potter," the black-haired boy responded nervously.

"Oh, that boy who destroyed Lord Voldemort? Cool! Jerky-Arthur's condition really worried everyone, even his brothers, who hate him a lot."

When the boy said 'Voldemort', Ron gasped, appalled, his eyes as wide as saucers. "You-you said You-Know-Who's name!"

The blonde boy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. How could I, mighty Sealand, be afraid to say a name? I'm Peter Kirkland, by the way. That's Erland-"he pointed to the red haired boy-" And that's Engel." He pointed to the girl. Wait…

"If you're a girl, why does you name sound like a guy's?" Ron asked the question Harry was thinking.

"Ich bin kein Mädchen!" the girl hissed.

Harry turned to Peter for translation.

"He said, 'I'm not a girl'," the boy replied obediently, grinning at the girl-uh, boy-sitting next to him.

"Nur weil mein Haar ist lang und ist in Zöpfen, bedeutet es nicht, ich bin weiblich!"

"Just because my hair is long and is in braids, it does not mean I'm female."

Oh.

"Anreise Geschlechter falsch ist keine Kunst, ich danke Ihnen sehr!"

"Getting genders wrong is- You know what? I'm not gonna translate that."

Part two should be up on 10/5/14

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