Hetalia created by Hidekaz Himaruya

Harry Potter created by J.K. Rowling

I do not claim I own these series, if I did I would be filthy rich. The idea of this story though is my own Idea that I am shearing to other fans.

Well I hope you enjoy this story. If you spot a grammar or spelling mistake (bearing in mind I spell the British way) please inform me. Also constructive criticism is welcomed.

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Grass green eyes blinked in curiosity as they looked around the room. No matter how many times, thousands of times, he came into this room it always amazed him to no end. How it would change from owner to owner. There was always something new in a knock or cranny that could have been there for a millennium and the pervious and/or current owner would of never noticed it.

The room with this current owner was full of warm and vibrant colours that would suit a painting of a sunset or an autumn day. Scattered around the room were obscure objects that where unrecognisable, potions that look like they belonged in a cocktail bar and portraits of previous owners who where pointing a whispering.

In the corner of the room was a phoenix, about the size of a young swan, singing sorrowfully. Its feathers where gracefully long, clean and undamaged in the slightest. It stood proud and meaningful that if it was a human, it could pass itself as part of the royal family and would be excepted without question. It was literally the personification of fire with his ruby red and gleaming gold feathers. It could put a peacock to shame with its dull colours. Such a beautiful bird.

The bird in question stopped singing, realising that it is being spied on and, intern, investigated the culprit. Its coal black orbs staid piercingly back into those grass green eyes. So much that it was hard to look away, no matter how much you would want to.

"Beautiful, is it not Arthur?"

The green eyed man, now reviled as Arthur or England as he would be commonly called as by other countries, jumped slightly, straitening up in his chair, breaking the staring contest.

"Dumbledore."

"Arthur please call me Albus."

"Albus then."

England got up to shake hands with the tall, thin man with spectacular robes, with a silver beard and hair was so long that it could be tucked into his belt. behind his half-moon spectacles where baby blue eyes that despite being alive and smiling that ten year old smile, they where full of wisdom and knowledge.

England Also could not help but notice the hand he was shaking. It look shrived and blackend, as if there has been burnt. Not very nice to touch, but he ignored it and shock it as if it is normal. While it was odd, England did not look or dwell on it for long, nor was he going to ask. It was rude and there was a place and time to ask questions like that. So he just ignord it.

As they both sat back down in there respected seats (England; the chair he originally sat in. Dumbledore; the grand chair behind his desk) England could not help the great respect he felt for the man. And despite the fact the England was older, much older, then Dumbledore (though it defiantly did not show through looks), he felt that he could ask any question and Dumbledore would answer it in a heart beat, no hesitation at all.

"lemon drop?"

England politely declines as Dumbledore popped one in his mouth.

"Now Arthur, you do know the reason why you came here, yes? Well I managed to convince professor Binns to, ah, how should I put it? Find the true meaning of life? Maybe death would be more appropriate?"

A slight chuckle was exchanged between them. "Well as now you see there is a vacant spot in dire need of a teacher and, well, how do you like the sound of professor Kirkland?"

England's mind flitters back to the letter that he had received two weeks ago and had read over and over again, trying to come to a final decision.

"Now I understand that you have been trying to distance your self from the wizarding worl-"

"I never said I was going to decline." England smiled. "And I do like the sound of professor Kirkland. But I must be able to leave the castle when there is a world meeting, there would be roughly five during school weeks, and I also wish to be able to teach what ever subjects I want."

"Yes I understand Arthur since world meetings are important and I am sure you do not want to teach subjects that are to emotional for you."

Arthur nodded slightly.

"Also Arthur, I am sorry I did not state this in the letter but do you mind teaching first years to seventh years? The government said it is now a required subject."

"Of course not."

"Great then! I am glad that you came hear to stay this year, since with time getting danger's Hogwarts is one of the safest places around."

Both of there faces darkened slightly.

"Well do mind signing these papers?"

There was scratching of quills on paper and a chair scraping on the floor slightly as England got up from his seat.

"Well I must be going, see you September then Dumbledore?"

"Yes, see you the first of September."

There were tapes of polished shoes against wood and a click of an oak door closing.