Hetalia does not belong to me. Neither HP.

Really late, I apologize. College started.

And I knew I was doing something wrong...Just wasn't sure what. Don't worry, I'm not mad.

A few more characters introduced on this chapter. Worry not, everybody will eventually appear.

You might want to google the fake Paris thing, but basically the french created a fake replica just to not be used.

Sorry if any typos. I'll fix the first two later.

As always, enjoy.

-x-

Both Bulgaria and Romania were good at observing behavior and hearing what was needed to be heard, blame it on the age. That's why, it didn't take them long to notice something was wrong with the school on the first morning.

Hate, anger, fear and distrust could be felt. Not something that should be in such an environment.

"Even less, when officially, everything is fine"said Romania who was playing around with the bread of his breakfast.

"I don't believe that's the core of the situation."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It seems animosity has always had place here."

"That only makes it worse..."

"It does, doesn't it?"said Bulgaria while drinking coffee "These kids are here almost a whole year, yet the school does little to fix this type of behavior."

"Maybe it's because of what they're being taught?"

"Yes and disliking the different seems quite common here."

"Living off the ones with money too," said Romania while pointing at Malfoy.

"No matter the place, stuff like that is always there. Still horrible, I mean, kids usually affiliate with people like him because 'Oh you have money! Buy me something!' here is more like 'Oh you have money! Let's do bad stuff!'"

"Sigh, what a school. No wonder Scotland gave up on this."

"It was not a wise decision," sighed Bulgaria "However I cannot exactly blame him."

That moment, Harry Potter entered the hall with his friends, they could see how he was being stared at.

"This situation is almost comical. Out of a movie. No one even cares to hide it." stated Romania.

"Not everybody is staring. I guess some believe him and others don't care"

"Doesn't seem like a direct hate, right? More like they hate the truth he might hold."

"Blissful ignorance at its fullest"

"Indeed"

-x-

"Professor Dumbledore didn't specify why Professor Binn left" stated Hermione.

"Who cares? He killed people out of boredom!" said Ron.

"Ron! That's because you never paid attention to his classes!"

"Are you saying his classes were good?" he asked her with white eyes.

"Well..."

"Shhs" Harry shut them. The professor had entered the classroom.

Professor Delchev scanned the classroom with his eyes, seemed that he was counting the people inside.

"Well then, since everybody is here lets start the class, shall we?" he said with an smile.

Harry noticed the professor wore again muggle clothing. This time a black suit. It reminded him of High Schools and College professors, one could see at the television. All he was missing was the suitcase.

"So, like professor Dumbledore informed yesterday, my name is Vasil Delchev and I'll be, obviously, teaching History of Magic. The contents I'll teach this year will be radically different from the ones that were being taught. More international history will be seen as well as non magical history." as soon as he finished saying that a hand raised. He nodded as to give permission to ask.

"Why are we going to see muggle history?"

"Because we don't live in an isolated world. Everything that affects one community, in this case the magical one, affects everybody else in some way or other. Some times economically, politically or at social levels. Magic's history has had a lot of, hm, bad echoes into the non magical one. Many actions done by mages were later attributed to non magical people, causing some misunderstanding and troubles. We will be seeing how Mages and Witches actions have an effect into the non magical world. And we will debate the results of such actions. If you want to know the truth, you need to know all the point of views."

"This is different from what we have been seeing..." whispered Hermione.

"I like it, it is different, but sounds interesting" replied Harry.

"But why Muggle history, really? I don't believe it would be useful at all"

"Because, Mr Weasley, right?" said the professor, surprising Ron, "Sometimes people do actions they believe are right when they are not. I aim to show that not everything done by mages in a positive manner has had a positive effect, because the difference between mages and non magical people is not taken into account. If you understand these differences, then you shall not repeat those mistakes."

"Oh...I see" replied Ron with a full red face.

"That's good to know." he replied back with an smile "So, lets do a quick review of topics you guys have seen, ok?"

There were several nods and some low yes.

"Why do we study history?" at the question Hermione raised her hand "Yes?"

"To understand what happened in the past." she said.

"That's all?" he asked while blinking several times "You have never been taught why you study history...?Did you guys find the contents until now...educative?"

Silence.

"I certainly didn't expect that...In any case, it's practically what I was saying earlier. We study history to analyze the past, comprehend the present and project the future! It sounds simple!" and with a dark glare he added, "But it's not."

He got a few weird glances.

"I'm sure our year will be quite productive!"

The professor explained the contents to be seen the whole year and gave a quick explanation of the Owls. Harry felt that the class was short. Different from the history classes he was used to.

"What did you think of the class?" he asked Ron.

"...I dunno. Better than Binn's, I guess."

"The contents," said Hermione "Are aimed to make mages understand muggles."

"Yeah, he kinda said that." replied Ron.

"Ron, think a little for once. It's his way of saying that mages aren't fair to muggles."

"Eh, but-"

"But isn't he right?" said Harry, remembering Ron's father "If you really think about it for a moment, mages do not want to understand muggles..."

"Because it's not needed Harry!" exclaimed Ron.

"Why?" has asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Because we are different and erw we do not need of each other...?"

"That sounds like something a Death..." Harry stopped on his tracks, so did his friends.

"Oh" the three said.

"Hermione," said Harry "I believe you gave the professor not enough credit yesterday. He's young. And really smart."

"Do you think that's the reason Professor Dumbledore picked him?" she asked.

"Seems like that"

"Wait! Malfoy! I cannot wait to hear what he says after he has the class," exclaimed Ron "Or any Slytherin!"

"Malfoy will complain. A lot. I already have headaches." said Harry.

"Sigh, yes. Well, see you guys later. Gotta go to my class."

"Later Hermione." said both.

-x-

It was after classes and both Bulgaria and Romania were alone at the teacher's common room.

Both looked tired and had their head buried on the couches.

"...I guess your classes were a bomb."

"Pfft, a bomb, a bomb of questions. Whys and more whys. And then more 'Is this necessary?'" said Bulgaria.

"I hate kids. I no longer want kids."

"As If you could have kids."

"Of course I can! I was going to ask yo-" he was shut by a pillow that hit his head "Meanie!" and he was hit again.

"What gave you the impression I was good?" said the other with a very amused face.

"But the other da-" Romania was interrupted by Umbridge who entered the room.

"Hello." automatically said both who straightened in their sits.

"Hello boys, had a good day?"she said with a fake smile, she went to the corner and served herself tea.

"Of course, yours?"replied Romania, avoiding to add a fake smile too.

"It was great, indeed, indeed. Still a shame not everything went as I would have liked it to." she added while playing with the border of her teacup.

"Did something happen?" asked Bulgaria faking concern.

"Nothing of importance, just had to give some detentions."

"Woah, already? Who was it?"

"Potter, you see. That kid seems to like lying and creating ruckus. I'm absolutely worried, his behavior is made of venom"

"I'm sure it's nothing that can't be fixed." said Bulgaria while avoiding rolling his eyes.

"But of course! There is nothing that can't be fixed...If the correct methods are applied, that's it."

"I'm sure you know the right ones Dolores. Well then, I take my leave, need to fix some papers." said Bulgaria.

"Oh, I'm going with you, need to do something too. Later Dolores."

"Later boys." she said while giving them another fake smile.

Once they were far enough from the door they spoke again.

"Is she creepy on purpose?" asked Romania.

"I believe it's natural."

"Hum, Potter must have said something about Voldemort or the ministry?"

"Yes, this gets creepier."

"An adult bullying a kid...Amazing..."

"In any case we need to know what exactly happened."

"Oh! Leave it to me!"

"Got it. Now, do you think bleach can erase the memory of her smiling face?"

-x-

One of the nations was observing his glass of water. The other one had his sight lost at a random point of the wall.

Both could hear how loud the students were, specifically speaking about Harry Potter.

"No one scolds them, no one does anything. This is seen as right. And they continue with this. The fact that the boy is right aside. This shouldn't be accepted. It's just another way of bullying." stated Bulgaria, still staring at the same place.

"This has reached ridiculous levels. We have been here for 24 hours and I'm already annoyed."

"I just realized something..."

"I'm not going to like it, right?"

"This school doesn't have a counselor."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

They both proceeded to look at Dumbledore, who was sitting at the middle of the table. Wearing bright lime clothing with a hat that blinked like Christmas lights.

"Some people would have made a good use of one." said Romania.

"I have the feeling, that statement is going to hold some truth in the future."

"...Quite right." said the other while staring at Snape, who saw him and glared. "Quite right."

-x-

Bulgaria had to inform England of today's events. Even if nothing much happened he was going to have to stand the angry English later. He would rather avoid that.

That's why, with the excuse of going out to smoke, and he liked smoking, he got out to the castle terrain. The forest wasn't going to help him, so he opted for the lake. Surprisingly, most technologies didn't work inside the castle. Getting a little bit far helped. He also guessed he, himself had something to do too, but didn't give it much thought.

After sitting near the lake he was finally able to call. In any case, they would think he was speaking to himself.

"Finally!" yes, of course, England was waiting for his call.

"England. Had a good day?" sighed the other.

"Don't give me that! Any news?"

"Umbridge punishes people that speak too much. These kids are ignorant. As fuck. And they easily hate each other over nothing. Really, the teachers here must be as smart as the kids. Have you done a background check on them?"

"Not really, only Dumbledore, and he was clean, a hero and stuff. Didn't believe it was THAT necessary"

"Get information on them. Oh, forgot to add, Dumbledore tried to read my and Romania's mind when we got there"

"Now that's interesting. Well he's the one trying to make the people realize Voldy is back. He might be...oh"

"Oh, yeah. Investigate him, but do it right this time."

After some silence England finally spoke.

"Bulgaria, do you think this can be fixed?" he sounded tired.

"I'm not sure. We might be able to capture your criminal. But with the general mindset of the place, one would pop again. Soon." said Bulgaria while throwing away his smoke and picking another.

"I see...I'll get back to gather information then. Goodbye Bulgaria."

"Goodbye England."

-x-

New Zealand had been assigned to follow a man, suspected of being a Death Eater. Of course, based on the info England could collect.

He had been following the man for a week and some days now. And the same routine was repeated, nothing weird. Nothing suspicious.

Today he was surprised with something new: someone else was following the man too.

It was a woman, a brunette, average height and looked really amateur in the art of following without being noticed. Someone trained would see her immediately.

It didn't seem like the man noticed her. He was still doing his daily route, the man would now appear to his work place and wouldn't get back to this part of London in 6-7 hours.

And he did exactly that.

The woman stopped and pretended to look at some clothing shops and after a while went to an alley and disappeared. Probably appeared.

New Zealand picked his phone and decided to ask if someone else had encountered with a similar situation.

"Hello? Kiwi?" said the voice of Canada.

"Canada. Hey, quick question. Has any of the others informed you that someone was following their target?"

"Eh? No, at all. Did that happen to you?" said a very perplexed Canada.

"Yup! A woman was following mine."

"Did she notice you?"

"Nope, I was behind her."

"Hm, I'll speak with England later and ask him, he might have a clue."

"Ok then. In any case, later Canada."

"Later Kiwi"

"It seems this has gotten a lil' bit more interesting" said New Zealand.

-x-

Visitors, said the sign at the wall, a very white wall, reflected on the very clean blood red floors.

A long desk at the end of the wall, with another sign that said information. It was none other than the Daily Prophet main building, at the Diagon Alley.

Seychelles and Monaco found themselves at that very building.

"Ok then, lets do this." said Monaco.

They approached the main desk. Behind was a young man, surrounded by books, papers and pencils.

"Good Morning. How can I help you?" he said with a tone that denoted boredom and one could find insulting.

Monaco couldn't help but dislike already the guy, but on a mission she was and completing it was more important.

"Hello! I'm Giselè" said Monaco, trying to give the conversation a more dynamic tone, "She's Arielle. We are both history students."

"We came here because we heard the Daily Prophet is the best paper of Great Britain!" completed Seychelles.

"And we also heard you guys got an hemeroteca." the guy looked at her skeptically.

"You know! A news paper library!"

"Yes ma'am, the Daily Prophet has all the papers that have been ever published by our editorial, but we also have several other papers." the guy obviously hated his job or was underpaid, his voice clearly said something along the lines of "Why are you bothering me with these stupid questions?"

"That's so awesome, and is why we came! We would like to be able to access the papers" even Seychelles was getting annoyed by the guy.

"You need a permission to get in. The library has all of the papers and some are old and valuable"

"We do have one!" said Monaco while she showed him a small letter.

The guy read it, but it looked like his eyes moved faster than he could actually read the words. He only gave attention to who signed it.

"This is valid." he said while giving back the paper to Monaco harshly.

He then searched on his desk and pulled out a small paper.

"Fourth floor, last door to the right. You need this to get in." and he pointed at his right, to what seemed the elevator door.

"Thanks"said both and got in the elevator.

"That was easy." stated Monaco with an amused face. Seychelles was cleaning away her tears.

"Hey!" said Monaco while hitting the other shoulder.

"Gimme a break," said Seychelles "You gave him a letter signed by yourself. It is hilarious!"

"It's just part of how awesome I am."

"That's something I expect Prussia to say!"

"He might say he's awesome, I prove it everyday."

"Pray that he doesn't hear you."

"Bah! Oh! Here we are!" she said when the doors opened.

The fourth floor didn't looked different from the base level. The last door at the right had a small hole where Seychelles inserted the paper, making the door open.

The room was enormous, full of stacks of papers. At simple view, the papers were organized by editorial, date and edition.

"Where do we start?" asked Seychelles, while looking around.

"Raise of Voldy. Lets pick ten years each and try to find something suspicious."

"This is going to take us long, isn't it?"

"Yes, but I'm sure we can find something today, at least." Monaco's tone wasn't reassuring at all. But they needed to do this.

Used to read a lot, both were able to check each paper in minutes, still it took them four hours to start finding patterns.

People who appeared often in news. People who always appeared along side others.

People who gave speeches after certain deaths happened.

Speeches made by people who shouldn't be making them.

"Death Eaters, The Ministry and another party, right?" said Seychelles.

"It does seem like that."

"And everything leads to the same person."

"Yes. Bulgaria was right after all."

"Do I call England or we continue?" asked Seychelles.

"Let's get more names and we get out of here."

"So be it" both picked pens and started writing down the information.

-x-

Bill Weasley had been working at the bank for a few months now. He had been able to fit, even with the not so friendly attitude of the goblins. He even met an interesting french girl, with whom he had been sharing a few noons.

Today a newbie started working half-time and he was supposed to teach him the basics. Apparently the guy was not British, so it was going to be interesting.

He was surprised when the person in question arrived exactly on time.

A young tall blond guy, dressed in a muggle dark blue suit.

He would lie if he said he was expecting the guy to show up on time, to be dressed with muggle clothing or to be this young. Really, he looked like 18.

"...Hello?" he had a thick accent, Bill couldn't place a finger from where he was from.

"Hi! You're the new transfer, right?" he extended his hand to handshake the boy's "Bill Weasley, nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Eduard Von Bock"

"Eduard then, from where did you get transferred?"

"From Estonia, came here to understand how banks works internationally"

"Nice goal. Well then, let me show you around. Have you got some experience managing money?"

"I got some" replied Eduard with an smile.

-x-

England found his house taken by NZ and Australia, who took control of his kitchen.

"Then, there was someone else following your target?" asked Australia while the checking the oven.

"Yep, a woman!"

They were ignoring England who was standing at the door looking at both skeptically.

"Ok, I get it. What I'm not getting is...Why are you here Australia?"

"...? I can't visit you?" asked Australia while blinking a few times.

"Yes, you can. However..."

"However?"

"You do realize..."

"What?"

"MY KITCHEN, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KITCHEN?"

"I'm cooking."

"MY KITCHEN IS DIRTY."

"Hey, C'mon, it's just some grease...Veggies and yeah more grease"

"Don't forget the blood" added New Zealand.

"It's not that dirty, it just looks dirty." tried to defend Australia.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm sure big bro is going to clean it pretty fast!"

"Yes!"

"WHA-!"

"In any case, we need to find a way to know to where they appear faster. It took me so long to know that guy was appearing to his job...Sigh."

"Why not put on them some tracking devices?"

"Eh, how exactly?"

"STOP IGNORING ME"

"By the way. Didn't Bulgaria call you?"

"EH? Eh yeah. He said everything is going smoothly and said that Umbridge was causing some trouble. Nothing much for now."

"HEY JERKASS!"

"You are being called big bro."

"Yes I noti- HEY!"

England was pushed out of the way by Sealand who saw the other two cooking and went directly next to them.

"Yo! So I heard you need a way to put tracking devices!" said Sealand while giving Australia puppy eyes, who felt forced to open the oven and give him a potato.

"You were overhearing!" exclaimed England.

"Casually listening by mistake actually. So I got a really COOL idea for that!" he said while eating.

"No way. This is serious, not a game."

"I-I'm sorry...You are right...This is not a game...You guys are taking this seriously. It's not like everybody but you is in because they are lazy. You guys are actually putting time into this."

"ALRIGHT, I GET IT. But no."

"Hey, who cooked this?" asked Seborga who was suddenly standing next to New Zealand.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?"

"Did you cook this?" he asked New Zealand.

"Nope! He did!"

"Oh! Awesome! It would have been sad if England cooked it. Can I have some?"

"Sure" said australia while giving him a fork with a potato.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my cooking!"

"Don't take it as an offense, really! If you were a girl I would have eaten it!...Ok maybe not, I'm not desperate."

"So jerk, would you listen to my-"

"Our." added Seborga.

"Our idea?"

"Tch, I guess I can listen to it. Wait. Why you both want to help?"

"It's fun!" said both.

"Fun? That's your excuse? Wha-!"

"Lazy" said both NZ and Australia at the same time.

"You know what, just say it already, sigh."

"Cool! So as you know, I'm a young innocent boy!"

There was a common eyebrow raise in the room.

"Fine! I look like a young innocent boy."

-x-

The woman appeared again the next day. And this time New Zealand was prepared.

The streets were full of people, most of them going to work or students. Normal for the hour. Everybody walked fast, but the woman.

Amusingly, it took her a second to realize she had fallen to the floor and a boy, Sealand, had fallen over her.

"Miss! Are you alright? I'm so sorry." he said while he got up.

"Ouch. It's fine, don't worry." she said while getting up and dusting off her clothes.

"Are you sure miss?"

"Yes, I'm fine, really."

"Oi Peter! I told you not to run around!"

Seborga was now standing next to Sealand. He was crouched, as if he had ran a lot.

"I'm so sorry miss. It's my fault. Are you ok?"

"I'm fine! Really! I'm not an old lady."

"Peter, apologize again to the lady!" the older one scolded.

"I'm truly sorry miss...?" he said with a pout.

"Eh...? Tonks. Don't worry Peter. I'm fine."

"Sorry again. Let's go home Peter."

"Bye miss."

"Bye!" she waved.

They moved away, back to where New Zealand was observing.

"That was stupidly easy."said Sealand.

"Where did you put the tracker?" asked Seborga.

"On her coat."

"Let's call Canada. He must be able to see her now." said New Zealand while he dialed.

"It's working fine." said the voice of Canada.

"Hi to you too."

"Oops. Hi Kiwi. And she's still around."

"If she does what she did yesterday she should disappear in a couple of minutes."

They waited for what seemed an eternity until Canada spoke again.

"You are right. She just did."

"To where?"

"Ministry."

"You will have to call England."

"She also said her name was Tonks. Not sure if it was the real name, but hey, it might be useful." added Seborga.

"And was dressed in a dark red coat, black pants and a black and purple shirt." said Sealand.

"Ok, I'll inform England then. Later guys."

"Later Canada" said the three of them.

-x-

"...Isn't there a girl named Tonks at the Auror department?" asked France.

"Yes, might as well check" replied back England.

He picked some of the translation they had finished and headed to the Auror floor.

When he got to the elevator, there was another person in it.

The person he was in question searching for.

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

He stared at her, pretending to be trying to remember something. She looked back at him.

"I'm trying to remember your name and I fail. I feel old."

"Oh my! Hahaha, maybe because I'm not always looking the same? It's Tonks!"

"That's right! You are an auror, right?"

"Yes! You are from the new department, right?"

"Indeed. Arthur Kirkland. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too!"

The both got down on the same floor.

England ended up giving the papers to Kingsley and pretended to stare at a poster for a while.

He was able to see how Tonks spoke to Kingsley low and both avoided eye contact.

While getting back to his office he couldn't avoid to think that the situation had now become more interesting.

"So?" asked France when he entered.

"I need to call America."

"Why?"

"I got him a mission he's going to love." smirked England.

-x-

I want to clear any confusion. Tonks has a base form (remember when she was feeling down?), and basically changes her looks via magic. Tans can see her base form, because they cannot be deceived by magic.

That's why they always see Tonks the same, even when she's not.