Full Summary: Arthur Kirkland's magic has always been a bit wonky. After all, he never had anyone to teach him how! But after a careless joke by another nation he sets off to learn. Arthur heads to Hogwarts ready to brush up on his magic while teaching a Muggle Studies class on the side. But unknown to Arthur, the Wizarding World is again heading towards a war, that he is about to find himself dragged into.

Pairings: Mentions of past FrUK, UK/SS

Prologue

"I swear England, you couldn't curse your way out of a paper bag!"

Raising his head slightly to see the laughing man over his mug Arthur Kirkland glared heatedly. His eyebrows furrowed together and he lifted his chin off the table to better see Denmark. All three of him.

"Wot the 'ell is that supposed to mean ya bloody wanka? I'll have you know that I am damn good at a shit load of spells!" He waved his finger threateningly at the one who seemed to be the most solid of the Denmark's. Though he couldn't quite be sure, the one on the left seemed to be merging together with Germany. Beside his younger brother Prussia cackled, lifting his mug for Gilbird to take a sip of his beer.

"Who are you trying to kid England? I remember one time," he hiccupped in unison with his bird. Arthur and the others stared momentarily, breaking the conversation. Were birds capable of getting hiccups? Prussia blinked for a moment, trying to remember what he had been saying. "I remember this one time, during America's revolution. You tried to curse his militia and instead you transfigured all of your guns and cannons into butterflies!" Another wave of hysterical laughter rose from the table. Denmark was wiping tears from his eyes. Beside his brother Germany released a very uncharacteristic giggle. Arthur's lips were drawn into a taunt line as he tightened his grip on the wand in his jacket sleeve.

Oh he wanted to curse the bastards! Turn them all into toads or flubberworms or something! But he knew the second he drew the star topped wand everyone at the table would probably kill themselves laughing. And none of them were drunk enough to forget that they had seen it. So instead he did the next best thing and took another long draw of his beer, slamming the mug back down onto the tabletop.

"That day was a fluke! I was distracted and under a lot of stress at the time. Stuff like that really interferes with the success of a spell."

Denmark snorted into his mug. "It's not so much stress as a ability. Damn England! All Nations have an abundance of magical potential. I don't think we would be what we are if we didn't. But I think Norway is one of the few who have ever successfully done anything with it." He emptied the mug, shaking it a few times over his gaping mouth to make sure it was really empty before continuing. "You should really give it up. You are going to end up hurting yourself someday. Or worse, you might hurt one of us!"

Another round of laughter rose from around the table but this time it was accompanied by nods and voices of agreement. Arthur felt his temper flaring. "You damn Danish bastard! If it's anyone's fault that my magic is a bit wonky it would be yours!" He rose to his full height, knocking over his chair and several other pub patrons in the process. "Right at the time I was supposed to start at Hogwarts was the year your damn Heathen Army invaded!" His voice was rising and out of the corner of his eye he saw a bouncer making his way towards them. The others held their sides, howling with laughter as he was dragged towards the door, kicking and screaming curse words at the top of his lungs. Denmark stood, raising his recently filled mug in a salute and calling.

"Well if it's that big of a problem then why don't you take your ass down to that stupid school and learn something!"

As the bouncer pushed open the door and tossed him out on his ass, none of the others saw the amazed look of realization that flashed across England's face as he hit the cobblestone street. Standing he brushed the dirt from his trousers, chuckling darkly. If any of them realized what plans were quickly forming from the Dane's joke he had no doubt that they would have quickly followed after him, attempting to change his mind. But as he staggered down the cobblestone street in the direction of his home none followed him and the short man was left by himself to scheme the whole way home.

AN: I started writing this when the plot bunny hopped into my head. I'm usually not a big fan of crossovers, but Hetalia and Harry Potter are my two great loves XD

Due to the fact that I have several other fics in the works, including my NaNo story that I have yet to finish. Updates with be extremely irregular.