Jumping back to the magic reveal! Chronical order be damned for another day I don't have the patience to write 100 chapters and only then start posting lol.

Gilbert couldn't claim to be a patient Nation, but centuries filled with wars and unexpected surprises had taught him to analyze a situation before he acted rash.

So he took in the sight of the panicked British mortal with a wand and a kid with color changing hair and decided he should probably call Berlin one of these days. After he had dealt with the wizards in front of him of course.

At least he now knew how Harry had managed to get his godson from England within a day when there hadn't been any flights going in the morning. He'd been wondering about that ever since Harry had told him about picking up his godson. The British man being a secret millionaire with a private jet had been the most likely theory Gilbert had come up with. He hadn't even considered magic. All the wizards he had met, had been so extravagant and undoubtedly magical. Harry was so ordinary in comparison.

"So, your nephew's got magic?" Gilbert asked, trying to sound far more casual than he felt. While there was nothing Harry could do to harm him, and Gilbert didn't think Harry would attempt to do so either, he'd rather not agitate the wizard who thought he had broken the Statute of Secrecy.

Harry's expression changed from panicked to confused and Teddy, his hair now a soft green, peeked out from behind Harry.

"And you as well?" Gilbert added and pointed at the dark wand in Harry's hand.

"I do, yes – You –" Harry took a deep breath and slowly lowered his arm. "You know about magic?"

"My cousin Liselotte is a witch, as well as some members of my extended family. While I can't do magic myself, I've always known about it."

He shrugged and put his hands in his jeans pockets. "So you don't have to worry about your Statute. I've been briefed multiple times."

That seemed to do the trick as Harry vanished his wand with a flick of his wrist – that's a trick he had never seen anyone else do – and pushed Teddy back onto the sofa. Nevertheless, Harry didn't move from his spot in front of his godson.

Silence falls between them and Gilbert wasn't sure if he should talk more, take Harry's mind away from the impossible chance this revelation was, or keep silent and wait for a reaction.

In the end, he didn't have to choose as Teddy spoke up timidly, deciding to fill the absence with a question instead.

"Did your cousin go to Hogwarts?"

Well, that settled it. Gilbert would keep on talking.

"Nope! Liselotte attended school here. Why go to cold, old Scotland, when you can attend a school guarded by a dragon? When she came back from school, she'd always drag Ludwig and me off to the magical parts of the city so she could show us what she learned…"

It was a little sad how easily every word of his fairy tale rolled over his lips. But as long as he kept up farce, everything he was alright. He was just a muggle after all, and nobody demanded accuracy.

I hope this scene seems as awkward as it was intended to be.
Harry is caught by surprise and a steady "of fuck" playing at the back of his mind. His thoughts ranging from "now I'll lose a friend" to "there goes my vacation" to "Is Teddy's headache better" and he didn't expect somebody who is a muggle to just know.
Gilbert is just pretending that lying and half-truths aren't exhausting.
Teddy notices low key nothing of this and is just a curious bean.