DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR AXIS POWERS HETALIA, no matter how much I might wish otherwise.

PROLOGUE: SO YOU WANT TO BE A WIZARD?

England sat down on his couch, a cup of tea in one hand and a newspaper in the other. This was hardly an odd occurrence. As the personification of a nation, it was a good idea to keep oneself appraised of current events, lest you find yourself ducking out of a meeting to vomit blood into a toilet because of a surprise hit to your economy. And as the personification of England in particular, it was unthinkable to not have at least eight cups of tea per day.

What made that particular day special, however, was the newspaper, entitled the Daily Prophet. The headline read Ministry of Magic Representative Makes Shocking Blunder. The picture beneath depicted a beleaguered-looking middle-aged man in a robe making a speech. The picture was moving, the apparent Ministry of Magic representative silently speaking and making sweeping arm motions, accidentally hitting a younger man with a quill and scroll – possibly an assistant – in the face.

England chuckled. "I see the Ministry is the same as ever," he said to himself. How long had it been since he'd read the Prophet? Ten years? Yes, that sounded about right. He'd kept his distance from the magical community since…

And just like that, his good mood vanished. Thinking about the days of Voldemort's reign of terror always put a scowl on England's face. Having a bunch of racist sociopaths running around killing innocent people was bad enough for a nation, but as soon as magic got involved the effects were amplified. All the other nations had been very confused and worried when he started coughing up blood without any noticeable change in his economy.

Britain took a gulp of tea. Thank God that baby somehow managed to take that menace down. Nobody had any idea how he'd managed it, but Voldemort vanished, leaving nothing but a now leaderless organization, an orphaned baby boy, and an impact on the wizarding world that would be felt for years to come. What was the kid's name again… Harvey Carver or something? He'd probably be going to Hogwarts this year.

A smile once again found its way onto England's face as he recalled the reason he'd started checking up on current magical events. That reason should be finding its way to him any second now…

As if summoned by his thoughts, the door to his living room was kicked open so hard it went flying off its hinges and crashed into the opposite wall, smashing a vase. England sighed. He'd liked that vase.

"Heeeey, England!" America called as he walked into the room, waving at him. A crumpled letter was in his hand. "I just got this super weird letter from somewhere around your place. Got any idea what's up with that?"

Ame- Canada stood at his brother's shoulder, looking rather sheepish and with his pet polar bear hugged to his chest. "I'm sorry about the mess," he said quietly. He was also holding a letter, though his was less crumpled.

England's grin widened. "Oh, yes. Remember how you were telling me a little while back how you'd like to see some magic?"

America laughed. "Oh, yeah, I remember that! You were talking with your imaginary friend about-"

"FLYING MINT BUNNY IS REAL AND HE IS A MUCH BETTER FRIEND THAN YOU EVER WERE!"

"Sheesh, dude, calm down!" While England struggled to regain his composure, America continued, "But, come on, how is anyone supposed to believe you're followed around by an invisible green rabbit with wings? I mean, seriously, man, that's more crazy than magical."

England had managed to calm down a bit by tuning out America's words. "As I was saying, I believe I've found the perfect way for you to learn more about magic."

Canada looked at the letter. "So you enrolled us in this… Hogwarts, eh?"

Koumajiro looked up at him. "Who?"

"I'm Canada," Canada said automatically.

America looked at his letter again. "Wait, what does it mean by 'we await your owl'? Can't we just mail it?"

England shook his head. "No. Wizards use birds in place of a postal system." America and the other Ame- Canada stared at him like… well… like he'd just suggested using birds in place of a postal system. "Yes, I know, it's crazy, but magic and technology don't mix well."

America crossed his arms and put on his best negotiation face. "All right… so why should I-" Canada let out a small cough. "-we go along with this? What kind of magic are we gonna learn at this Pigshorts?"

"Hogwarts," England corrected. "I haven't checked up on the curriculum, but I believe the classes for first years are Astronomy, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts-"

"THEY HAVE A CLASS FOR BEING HEROES?!" America looked around, any trace of professionalism gone. "Where's the nearest owl?!"

Canada sighed, resting his chin on top of Kumajiro's head. "Well… I guess we're going," he whispered.

"Who?"

"I'm Canada."

England smiled, taking another sip of tea. It was almost frightening how easily America could be manipulated.

A/N: Yeah, another 'America and Canada go to Hogwarts' fic... I couldn't help myself. Do you want to see these two go to Diagon Alley and get their wands and stuff, or skip straight to Platform 9 3/4? Free imaginary hugs for reviewers! \(^-^)/