Hey everyone! My name Is MochiofDoom and I am the fabulous author of the story you are about to read. As of right now, this is my only story on my account (at the moment) so you can probably tell by that I'm either 1) pretty new to uploading my stories on or 2) I got terribly drunk one day and deleted all my stories. Not sure which, actually. I want to tell you guys that I will take any of your guys criticisms/ideas to improve my writing and help the story function better. I appreciate all comments you guys have to give that is not flaming. That being said, enjoy this little prologue to the story!

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Hetalia nor Harry Potter, they belong to their respectful owners.

Arthur Kirkland had a problem. Dumbledore managed to screw up again, and he was not pleased. In fact, he was pissed. That blundering idiot had a simple task, to protect one Harry Potter, and he somehow did the exact opposite.

During Potters first year the old coot hired Voldemort for the love of god as a DADA teacher AND kept Nicolas Flamel's philosophers stone in the damn school where he knows thats the first place Voldemort's going to look once he realizes its not in the vault. And you know what the ending result was? Thousands of galleons wasted on buying materials for the defense system and building the rooms, a half-dead dark lord and an injured Harry Potter.

In second year he let a famous pompous idiot by the name of "all mighty Gilderoy Lockhart" teach DADA, which is terrible enough by itself. Oh, but it gets worse. He let a cursed magical artifact be taken into the school, which in turn opened the bloody chamber of secrets! He almost had two students die, and Lockhart with his memory gone (Thank god...)

Now, you may be saying, give him another chance, they were honest mistakes, and theres no long lasting harm. Well, I gave him another chance. And I got THIS. He let dementors roam the castle grounds, with a werewolf as a teacher! Who went bloody insane at the end of the year! And speaking of the end of the year, he barely wagged a finger whenever Sirius Black, a falsely accused convict, was being cornered by the government with the dementors!

Screw up once, simple mistake. Screw up twice, your unlucky. Screw up three times however, and he will take matters into his own hands. So thats why he's rapping on the headmaster's office door at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry at three in the morning. Arthur constantly bangs on the door until he finally comes out, in his dark blue star-filled pajamas and sleeping hat, making him look like a stereotypical wizard even when he's sleeping. Though its not like Arthur had looked any better, with his messy hair seemingly messier than normal, with his green, blue, and silver plaid pajamas. He normally would have at least tried to make himself look presentable, but he truly was not in the mood for such things.

Dumbledore tiredly looks at him "Hello my boy" he starts, "What brings you here at this time of night, I was just getting my beauty sleep." He says, as he leads him in. Arthur scowls deeply at him. "Oh, I'll tell you whats wrong, you senile old fool. During these past three years you have screwed up more times than I can count and I'm not going to sit here and watch that number rise. What in gods name were you thinking when you let dementors loose around the bloody school? Its a wonder how you are still a headmaster you good-for-nothing pig. I have to keep you in line, and if you even think about doing that again-"

To be perfectly honest, Arthur didn't know what he was going to do, not that he'd ever admit it. He had come to Hogwarts on a spur of the moment decision when he found out about Sirius Black while going through overflowing paperwork late at night. He was about to continue with his scolding, when Dumbledore had another one of his 'brilliant' ideas. "How about you stay at the castle as a professor for say... Defense Against the Dark Arts?" He says. Arthur stares confusedly at the headmaster. Did he just hear that correctly? He hasn't even been to Hogwarts, let alone taught at Hogwarts, since the founders created the place! But he still has to makes sure he stays in line. Wait... A devious smirk plays on his lips.

"I am profusely sorry. Surely you must have many brilliant geniuses like Lockhart just crawling at your feet for this position, no? I couldn't possibly take a position from those numerous people better at the subject than me." He stated, the smirk still hanging on his lips. If he was going to adhere to Dumbledores wishes, he would at least let the old man grovel at his feet.

Dumbledore sweat-dropped. "I insist, they all said that they could wait another year." Arthur looked cockily at him. "Hmm... Is that right? No matter, I am simply another person on the waiting was a good talk. Well, goodbye Professor." He started walking away. He was almost at the door when Dumbledore called out to him. "Don't leave! The only person I have for the job is Alastor Moody, and he's hardly in a fit position to function, let alone teach!" Dumbledore said desperately. Arthur looked back, smirk turning into a gentleman-like smile. "Of course, why didn't you just say so in the first place? Have a nice summer, just send over any documents I have to sign by owl. And don't forget to send me a basic overview of what my students have learned so far." Arthur said as he walked out the door, leaving Dumbledore contemplating what exactly had just happened.