Mehehehe, I decided to skip some parts...and go directly to the sorting scene...

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"Beilschmidt, Ludwig." Professor McGonagall called.

The tall German moved to the stool, keeping a straight face as he sat down. The noise had died down and all eyes were on him. Even Gilbert, who had faced Elizaveta's frying pan had also been silent, rubbing off the painful part while giving Elizaveta and Roderich an evil smirk.

After a few minutes of mumbling to itself, the Sorting Hat finally made a decision.

"Hmm…Ah, you'll go to…Slytherin!"

"How could that big guy over to the Slytherin's?" Ginny muttered.

The Slytherin table cheered as they welcomed Ludwig to their table. A student offered Ludwig to sit beside him. As soon as Ludwig sat, all the students started asking him questions. God knows what kind of stuff they were asking him.

"Beilschmidt, Gilbert."

The young man with silver hair and red eyes approached the hat, raising his head as if he was about to be crowned. (except that there is no crown but rather an old hat that sings in rhyme)

"Beilschmidt? Does that mean…you guys related?" The Slytherin student beside Ludwig asked.

"Ja. He is my older brother." Ludwig replied.

The Slytherin student turned his attention to the albino, who had an evil smile written on all over his face. "...his smirk is pretty weird."

As soon as the Sorting Hat had touched Gilbert's head, it immediately made a choice as if it knew where to put him.

"Slytherin!"

"Oi, West! Better reserve a place for me to sit!" Gilbert shouted, recklessly throwing the Hat into the air. Luckily, McGonagall caught it before it reached the ground.

"What a careless boy!" McGonagall shouted as she held the Sorting Hat tightly in her hands.

"Ahem...we will continue. Bondvik, Lukas."

"Ah... It's already my turn..." Lukas said to himself

"Ravenclaw!"

The silent Norwegian walked calmly to the Ravenclaw's table. He immediately saw Luna's simple hand gesture implying to sit next to her.

He looked around the place, noticing something familiar. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was the same table that Mathias asked for something to drink.

"This is… the table that my friend caused trouble a while ago, wasn't it?"

Luna nodded. "The bangs guy? No worries, there is always someone or something that would cause a disturbance. It is simply a natural occurrence."

"I guess your right. My name is Lukas, though you probably heard it from the Sorting." he said.

"I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood. It's a pleasure to meet a nation representative." she said.

Harry watched from afar as Luna chatted with the Norwegian. He also noted the jealous looks of her classmates' faces. Score one for Luna.

"Bonnefoy, Francis."

The Frenchman didn't move an inch. There was a stomach-turning expression on his face, making Arthur twitch an eyebrow.

"Francis, it's your turn already." Arthur hissed.

"Err... can we just skip ahead and-"

"No you can't."

Francis shook his head, "No, I refuse to wear something as inelegant and hideous as that... thing!"

"What! Y-you want to start a fight again, frog face?" Arthur said angrily.

Francis grinned. "Bring it on. Black sheep of Europe, cause I won last time!"

Hem! Hem! It was that annoying sound of Umbridge clearing her throat again.

The two broke off and Arthur took a stepped back, disliking Umbridge's unwanted attention on both of them.

"Aaaaaiya..." Wang Yao whispered.

"Better put the hat on, France, unless you want that witch to nag you even more." He pushed Francis to the stool and forced him to sit.

"Bleugh, wearing this hat is far worse than eating Arthur's cooking... but when that woman clears her throat makes it even more worse!."

"...Slytherin!" the Hat said.

Francis immediately stood up, using his handkerchief to take the hat off before returning it to the Headmistress.

As soon as he got to the Slytherin's table, he pulled out a bouquet of rose, which was immediately taken by one of the female students.

"He is a total flirt." Malfoy said scornfully. Crabbe and Goyle agreed, as usual.

"Hey, Lithuania, it's my turn next." Ivan said happily.

"O-oh, I-I see... well er... good luck, Mr. Russia s-s-sir!" Toris said, a bit shaky.

Ivan moved closer to Toris, his smile seemed to be more like a threatening one rather than a friendly gesture.

"Hey, did you know?" Ivan said in a soft voice.

"I want to be sorted in the house where the color matches the sunflowers. Wouldn't that be great if that talking hat sorted me to that house?" he asked.

Toris looked away from Ivan, trying hard to keep his shakiness inside. "I-I don't know s-s-sir. Well, it also depends on the hat's judgement."

"Judgement? Eeeh?" Ivan groaned.

"Braginski, Ivan."

"Sir, it's your turn now..." Toris said lamely. He pointed to the stool weakly and tried his best to look calm.

"I do wish that I'll get into Hufflepuff, because if I don't, then someone's going to die." Ivan joked.

"Oh god, no. Please don't let that someone be me!" Toris cried.

Ivan approached the stool and tried to sit. He succeeds in doing so, but found it a bit hard to move.

McGonagall immediately puts the hat on top his head and takes a step back.

"Hufflepuff~Hufflepuff~" Ivan sang to himself.

It took 2 minutes for the hat to decide Ivan's house as it began to mutter to itself in that period of time. Ivan kept his creepy smile and looked up to see the tip of the hat above his head. The Sorting hat then began talking to itself once more, until it finally reached a decision.

"Hufflepuff!"

"Yay!" Ivan cheered.

"Phew, thank god that hat made the right decision." Toris rejoiced.

"Edelstein, Roderich."

"… Ravenclaw!"

"As expected from Roderich~" Elizaveta said in admiration

"Next is…Cerriedo, Antonio."

"Hufflepuff!"

"Héderváry, Elizaveta."

"...Gryffindor!"

"Honda, Kiku."

"Hmmm…yes, and then… Ravenclaw!"

"Im, Yong Soo."

"That's me, da-ze!" Yong Soo said happily.

"You are a brave man, but careless at the same time…"

"That's because courage originated from me~!" Yong Soo said proudly.

"…Gryffindor!"

"Alright da-ze!" Yong Soo said after letting the Hat "fly" off of his head and ran (more like hop and skip) to the Gryffindor table. Elizaveta and the the other Gryffindor students couldn't help but laugh at Yong Soo's actions.

"He is very energetic." Hermione commented.

"Yes, well he is an enthusiastic nation-I mean, nation representative!"

"I'm Yong Soo da-ze! ...everything you guys have originated from me!" The Korean said with a smile.

He turned his attention to the sorting after his quick introduction."

"Look! It's America's turn da-ze!"

"Jones, Alfred." McGonagall called.

"...America?" Ron questioned a bit confused.

"Err... It's that guy who's being sorted right now." Elizaveta answered.

"Gryffindor!"

"Karpusi, Heracles."

A sleepy Greek man slowly walked to the stool, his eyes was practically open.

"Hufflepuff!"

Heracles took the hat off and slowly trudged to the Hufflepuff's table. He took a seat and immediately closed his eyes.

"I-Is he asleep?" one of the Hufflepuff students asked, waving her hand over his head.

"Don't worry, he's always like that. During meetings all Mr. Karpusi does is sleep." Toris replied, taking a seat next to the sleepy Greek man. During Toris' introduction, Mathias was sorted into Slytherin.

"He's the representative from Greece, and I'm from Lithuania..." he added.

"Hey Lithuania, you forgot that I'm here da." Ivan said with his creepy smile.

"O-Oh, R-Rus, I mean... Ivan s-s-sir! I apologize." Toris scratched his head, he was totally carried away with all of the people staring at him earlier, forgetting about the terrifying Russian for a moment.

Ivan was emitting these strange dark vibes, making the students around him shudder. Arthur-who was in the middle of being sorted- couldn't help but feel sorry for the first years who were already shaking.

"Gryffindor!"

"Those eyebrows are really thick mate." Ron said sarcastically. "Are those even real?"

"Ron!" Hermione grunted.

Elizaveta let out a little giggle. "Believe or not, those eyebrows are 100 percent real. Most of us tease him because of those eyebrows."

Yong Soo raised his hand. "You guys know our names already right? But we never knew yours da-ze."

"I'm Harry Potter."

"Hermione Granger."

"I'm Ron Weasley. Oh and, better watch out for Hermione, you might be surprised on how smart she is, in fact it even scares-"

"Ron, would you please stop that? I do not scare anyone." Hermione said angrily.

"I'm Ginny Weasley."

"I-I'm Neville. Neville Longbottom."

"Funny names da-ze." Yong Soo remarked.

(In case your wondering, Feliks and Berwald were sorted into Ravenclaw, and because of that, Toris died a little bit inside, now that his partner-in-crime was in a different House. Lucky for Feliciano, he was sorted into Hufflepuff, where his big brother Spain was. ^^; churros anyone?)

"Vargas, Lovino!"

"Gryffindor!"

"N-No way!" Yong Soo said in disbelief. "How could you get into Gryffindor?"

"Bastard! I could say the same with you!" Romano replied, muttering some Italian cursing after that. He took a few seconds to look at the Hufflepuff table, where is younger brother and the tomato bastard were sorted.

"He's the representative from South Italy. Oh, he has a potty mouth so be careful." Elizaveta reminded the Gryffindor students, making Lovino's eyes twitch.

"And he's a tsundere as Kiku said!" Yong Soo added.

"...Wang Jia Long."

"Gryffindor!"

Yong Soo turned his head.

"Ohhh, it's Leon da-ze!" The Korean said happily.

"Leon? That his nickname or something?" Ron asked, a bit curious.

Yong Soo nodded. "Arthur gave him that nickname!"

"Wang, Yao." McGonagall continued.

"Ravenclaw!"

"Wha- No! My brother is in a different House! I won't be able to grab- mph!"

Just before Yong Soo could finish his sentence, Leon immediately covered the Korean's mouth.

"Don't say that phrase in front of them, Im." Leon said, tightening his grip on Yong Soo.

"Ny not ga-ze? It oinaly gam orea! Ack! an't greath...Eon-! 'Kay I promis'! Ju't le' go!"

"Williams, Matthew."

"...Alfred, isn't that ...your brother?" Elizaveta asked as if it was her first time seeing him.

"I don't remember seeing him during the meetings though da-ze." Yong Soo said in the same tone Elizaveta used.

"Dudes, don't be so cruel!" Alfred said.

"Hufflepuff!" the Sorting hat exclaimed.

Mattew calmly walked towards the Hufflepuff table, where he sat (not on purpose) next to Ivan. Alfred gave a sigh, thinking to himself ...why the heck would Matthew sit next to that guy?

"Zwingli, Lili"

"...Ravenclaw!"

Zwingli, Vash!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Oh great, that cheese wit is with us." Lovino said sarcastically.

The Sorting was finally finished and the reps from different countries seemed to be getting along just fine, in fact, some of them began discussing magical histories already. The students were even eager enough to listen to Muggle history of each nations.

"The Sorting is finally done and I am thankful that I have not heard complaints from the students this year! I hope that the Wizardry Exchange Project will be a helping hand for Hogwarts and may our common vision be fulfilled by the end of the year." Dumbledore announced. "Now everyone, dig in!"

With a single snap of Dumbledore's fingers, food had been magically served, by that, I mean mouthwatering food appearing out of nowhere.

Alfred got really excited, but as soon as he took a ham sandwich, he realized that it was... British food.

"Dude... This is... British food?" Alfred asked, looking disappointed.

"Well, this is England, mate." Ron said, taking two chicken legs and some roasted pork.

Harry looked at the American, realizing that it wasn't only him who had the "bleurgh..." expressions. Even Elizaveta, Yong Soo, Lovino and the other nation reps looked worried as they saw the food being served. The only one who didn't have that expression was Arthur, the representative from their country.

"Um...Alfred? Is there something wrong with the food?" he asked.

"Well... I seem to remember Arthur's cooking during meeting breaks..."

"Oh, I remember that one da-ze. He insisted that we eat his homemade recipes passed down by his mumsie and ummm... "

"...we never trusted British food again after that incident. Like, we got K. or something close to that for a week at the hospital." Leon added.

"Gits! You guys are exaggerating!" Arthur snapped. He slammed his hands on the table alarming some of the Gryffindor students. "It was only 6 days!"

Maybe he should look up on some cursing spells at the library, just in case.

"I think food that Hogwarts serves is safe, right?" Ginny said. She took and ate some Cornish pasties, proving that it was really safe for them to eat. Yong Soo and the other representatives watched in horror as she slowly ate the pasties, it wasn't a matter of time until Leon counted the number of pasties the Gryffindor students ate and how many seconds until Elizaveta became all blue.

"Bloody wankers, there is nothing wrong with British cooking." Arthur said.

"This place doesn't serve any pasta, huh?" Lovino complained.

"Come on, Lovino, at least you won't be eating tomatoes and pasta all day!" Elizaveta said in a sarcastic tone. She took the lamb chops that was just sitting on the table and puts it in Lovino's plate. "There, now you can eat something different for a change."

/A.N/

And that concludes Chapter 3..."The Sorting"

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