VERY IMPORTANT! A/N: To the disappointment of my followers, I will not continue this story. I still love Hetalia and Harry Potter and fanfiction altogether but I'm losing passion for this story plot. I am putting this up for adoption so that another person may write this. To adopt this, you must private message me. If you want, I can give you the plot or additional details I had thought of to make the story different from other HetaliaxHarryPotter crossovers through PM. However, the person who will pursue this work must have adequate English grammar, keep this in third person view, and visit website frequently. It would pain me deeply to see the adopted work abandoned.

Chapter 5 Excerpt:

Three figures appeared at the center of a forest. As they trudged through the shroud of trees, they scanned their surrounding with wary glances. The trees loomed over them, casting long shadows and blocking sunlight from touching the floor. Shoes stepped cautiously over gnarly roots that got tangled with each other like messed up yarn.

Soon, the ground rumbled and rocks trembled around them. As the vibrations escalated, the sound of hooves appeared and was apparently heading towards them. Three pairs of feet halted and let wands jolt out into the air while keeping a tight rein on their magic. Multiple centaurs emerged into their sight with battle cries and violent huffs coming from their mouths.

"State your name, intruders," one centaur demanded furiously, stomping the ground with his hoof. The leader was a chestnut color with black hair and stood boldly before the wizards. He, like his brethren, wielded a massive bow masterly with enough precision that guaranteed complete likelihood of impaling the throat. This knowledge did not deter the intruders in the slightest, as not a single flinch or quiver come from their bodies.

All three of the wizards slowly placed their wands down and dipped their heads slightly in respect. While two figures kept their faces cloaked, the third stepped forward and released his aura. As his spell dropped, his magic surged forward like a tsunami. While the two companions expected this, the herd did not and were pushed back by the sudden energy. The mysterious figure let a cocky grin settle on his face as he gazed downwards where the nervous centaurs had started kneeling one by one before him. The leader was the first to rise but his posture lacked any authority he once possessed.

"You feel like a child of the earth and have the support of the forest, why?" The centaur leader asked warily with lingering reverence. Wizards and witches were not like other magical creatures; they had no connection with nature. Despite this fact, this being before him clearly had a special bond with the land. The trees whispered silent greetings and the wind swirled around the person as if welcoming the face of a beloved family member. The centaur was astounded and would have thought himself to be crazy at the mere thought of such a wizard if it was not happening before his very eyes. Maybe it was just him but he swore that he was got calmer when he felt the mysterious wizard's aura was unleashed. It was soothing and reminded him of home. This got him thinking deeper. "Are your companions like you?"

The mysterious figure only kept his smirking with a amusement in his eyes, though no one but his companions could tell. He finally let out a sound, which was a rough bark of laughter. He pulled back his hood and released another laugh at the look of shock from the centaur in front of him. "So you're still the leader, Magorian."