I listened to Fall Out Boy whilst writing this, if you an explanation for the crappy title owo;; Enjoy? If at all possible? Also! The "fight scene" in this chapter is my first ever attempt at something of that ilk, so please forgive me if it's shit!

Disclaimer: Neither of the fictional series used in this piece of fanwork belong to me. They belong to Hidekaz Himaruya and JK Rowling respectively.

1pm

Kiel, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany

"It will be fine." Arthur murmured, "Perfect, even. As long as Alfred doesn't find out."

"As long as I don't find out what?"

The Brit whirled around, staring down the hall at the American's face, "The fuck are you doing here!?" he exclaimed, a little more harsh than he'd anticipated, but he wasn't about to take his words back.

"I could say the same for you!" Alfred shot back, "The meeting's under way, asshole. And yet hear you are, cosying up to Denmark no less. What are you doing with him, huh? What does it have to do about me?"

"That's none of your business, is it, Alfie-boy?" the Dane spat, "Maybe we're planning a surprise party! Did you think of that?"

Alfred bristled, and continued walking down the hall. Sticking his tongue out as he walked past them and back into the meeting room, slamming the door behind him.

"Ooh…touchy!" Mathias called after him, only to receive a slap on the arm from Arthur.

"He's just a kid going through a lot of shit. But he's suspicious now, so we should be more careful," the Brit explained, casting a forlorn stare at the closed double doors.

"You're too protective over him!" Mathias snorted, nudging his friend's arm, "He's - what - one-thousand now?"

"Nearing three-hundred," Arthur corrected, "You celebrate his birthday, don't you? At Rebild Bakker? You should know better!"

"Hey! I have more important things on my mind than that American's birthday. Like the impending mass genocide of muggles and muggleborns, or how hot your ass looks in those trousers," the Dane winked.

"O-Oi! Don't be so blasé about stuff like that!" Arthur reprimanded, slapping the taller's arm again, "Anyway. You understand the plan, right?"

"I've got it," the Dane confirmed, serious for once, "You want to meet in Pickering?"

"Two days from now, yes," Arthur replied, "I'm sure those masked bastards are planning to go there. Thousands upon thousands of unsuspecting, intoxicated civilians? It's like Hamleys for terrorists."

Denmark snorted at the blond's chosen analogy. Shaking his head a little, he peered down the corridor behind him to the meeting room.

"They might be wondering where we are…" he muttered.

Arthur shook his head, "They think I'm sucking your dick in the loo, trust me. Perverts..."

Mathias leered at the shorter nation from the side, waggling his eyebrows, "How about we make that fantasy a reality, hm?"

England rolled his eyes, grabbing the Dane's red tie and dragging him off in the direction of the toilets.

"Fine, but we have to make it quick," Arthur sighed, failing to notice Mathias' discrete fist pump.

5am

Lancaster railway station, Lancashire, England

"Fourty fucking pounds for a train ticket," Denmark grumbled in annoyance, "I better at least be able to watch the game."

A tall, gaunt man in a suit and tie, with briefcase in tow, side-eyed the Nordic nation with a pitying expression. Mathias caught his eye and sighed, kicking a rock and rocking back onto his heels.

"Where you off to at this hour?" the man inquired, shifting a hand in his pocket.

The Dane eyed him with caution, before turning and mimicking the Northerner's pose.

"Off to York," he replied, "You?"

"Same," the gaunt man replied, "I'm Daniel Matthews, from Manchester, you?"

"Mathias Østergård, from Århus," he muttered, giving the man yet another once-over. Shabby, hadn't shaved this morning, and there was some toothpaste smeared just under his lower lip.

"Uh - 'Uhstergoord', did you say?" Daniel questioned, trying to wade his way through the foreign name, spitting it out like treacle.

"Østergård," Mathias corrected, "Don't worry - I don't expect you to pronounce it."

"Oh, I'm not worrying," Daniel replied, yanking his hand out of his pocket and revealing his wand, "Confringo!"

Mathias darted to the side away from the tracks, only just missing the blast of flame. He whipped his own wand out, and shot a jet of water at the newborn fire, causing it to fizzle out, before darting behind a stone pillar.

"Diffindo!" Matthews yelled just as Mathias attempted to peer around his hiding spot. He cursed in Danish, bringing his right hand up to cradle his now split cheek.

"Expelliarmus!" the Dane shot back, grinning in recognition of his victory. Daniel's wand shot out of his hand, and he reached his own out to grasp the captured wand.

"Fuck!" the Northerner swore, picking himself up and running at Denmark. Mathias jumped out of the way at the last second and slammed his boot into his back, sending his assailant sprawling onto the floor.

The nation pinpointed a rumble in the distance, recognising it as that of a train. He cursed, glancing around at the mess their small brawl had made. He heard a groan below him, and turned to watch Daniel attempt to pull himself up.

"Incarcerous," the Dane muttered, binding the man in ropes. He waved his wand again, this time picking Matthews up and placing the man in the far corner of the station. He cast a disillusionment charm on the man, and used a quick scourgify to clean up the worst of the damage. Surveying his work, he nodded to himself, and pocketed both wands. He strode with purpose to the edge of the platform, just as the train rolled into the station. Oh, Odin help him, England was going to be so pissed when he heard about this one...

Confringo - A spell that causes whatever it hits to burts into flames

Diffindo - A slashing/cutting jinx

Expelliarmus - Causes the receiver's wand to fly out of their hand

Accio - A summoning spell

Incarcerous - Binds the receiver in ropes

Disillusionment Charm - Causes the receiver to blend into their surroundings, becoming nearly invisible

Scourgify - A cleaning spell

EDIT 24/01/2015 - 00:34AM - Minor changes to dialogue

EDIT 31/01/2015 10:44AM - Major changes to dialogue and narrative