Hello to all of you out in FanFiction land! I'm Luna, if you haven't read my stuff before, and if you have, I'm sorry about the lack of updates lately. I haven't exactly been active on this site recently thanks to writing this story, but I'm proud of how it's turning out! I do not own Hetalia or Harry Potter or their associated stuffs. If I did, the nations would actually go to Hogwarts in canon instead of FanFiction! But seriously. I quite honestly am a terrible procrastinator and updates may be pretty random timing-wise. Reviews help~

Rewrite posted 4/5/13

Chapter 1

Taking a deep breath to compose himself after the ordeal he had just gone through, Iceland locks his kitchen door behind him, pulls out his phone, and calmly dials his brother.

He never lets the… thing… out of his sight.

It stands there, glaring at him with soulless eyes, as he waits for Norway to answer. It does not move. And not that he'd ever admit it, it creeps Iceland out.

Finally, Norway picks up his phone. "Hello, lillebror."

"Noregur. What the hell did you send to my place? It's scaring the s*** out of… my citizens."

"M-hm. Does it look like a black horse with wings?"

"Sort of."

"Britain was missing a thestral. He did say it flew north. I'll be right over to pick it up. Give it some raw meat and it'll leave you alone until I get there."

"Seriously? That's all? I had to chase it into my house because it was in the middle of Reykjavik traffic and all I had to do was offer it meat? What kind of horse eats meat anyway?"

"A thestral, lillebror. A thestral eats meat." He hangs up.

Sighing, Iceland puts his phone back in his pocket and turns back to the thestral, eying it warily. He edges to the refrigerator and quickly finds a tray of raw fish, which he slides on the floor to itas soon as he gets the plastic off. The thestral eats quietly and then sniffs around the tray, looking for more. When it doesn't find anything, it looks up at Iceland expectantly.

"No, you can't have any more," said country insists, and the thestral looks down guiltily. Iceland reaches out and scratches behind its ear, shivering at the odd texture of the hair. It's not that bad, I guess…

Norway lets himself into the house to find Iceland petting the thestral fondly and smiles. "Lillebror. Can you use magic now?"

"Huh?" Iceland startles. "There's something known as knocking, Norway. It indicates when someone wants to come in so they don't scare their hosts."

Norway shrugs. "Denmark doesn't seem to mind. Again, can you use magic now?"

"Since when am I Denmark, and how the hell would I be able to use magic?"

"For humans, thestrals can only be seen by people who have seen and accepted death. For nations, it's just those of us who can use magic, I think. It's just Romania and England and Scotland and I who could see them, anyway. And now you. Therefore, you can use magic. Do you remember visiting Durmstrang when you were younger?"

"…No."

"M-hm. Well, it's my magic school, and you're going to attend it."

"We're both adults here. You can't tell me what to do. And Durmstrang's full of stuck-up fools who don't know what they're doing."

"So you do remember it."

"I'm still not going."

"It's either Durmstrang or… tell you what, you can go to Hogwarts in Scotland if you call me your big brother."

"AGAIN with this?! Just take the thestral and go."

"No. You have to go to some school. Untrained magic users are dangerous. Durmstrang or storebror, come on."

"No."

"Durmstrang or storebror… storebror… storebror…"

"You're starting to sound like Belarus."

"So what? Say storebror or I will pack your things for Durmstrang myself."

The next day, the two brothers are on a plane bound for Britain, Norway still smiling smugly.

-/|\-

"Big Brother! BIG BROTHER!"

Switzerland is cleaning his favorite rifle, Verena, when he hears Liechtenstein scream for him. He startles and Verena clatters unceremoniously to the floor. He winces. It might have to be repaired, which would cost a decent amount of money. Still, he shakes it off, because Liechtenstein matters more.

When he reaches her room, though, there are no attackers. In fact, very little seems amiss. His little sister sits in her desk chair, gaping at something Switzerland can't see. She quickly registers his entrance. "Big brother, look at the spider!" He follows her gaze to a black spider, perhaps two centimeters long, suspended in midair.

"Liechtenstein!" he reproaches. "You can deal with a spider yourself, can't you? It's just a bug." To prove his point, he swipes his hand over the spider in an attempt to cut the web it must be hanging from. But the spider stays where it is. Frowning, he tries again, twirling his hand around the spider from all angles, but it still stays suspended where it is.

"That's the problem, Big Brother. It's like it's flying, but it doesn't have wings. It was on the floor before, but then I looked up, and it started flying!" Liechtenstein explains. "Do you think it-it's magic or something?"

"Liechtenstein, you know magic isn't real. Britain just has issues. There's probably a perfectly logical explanation. Here, I'll kill it, and then we can go on with what we were doing before, okay?" Switzerland says, and Liechtenstein drops her gaze guiltily. With her gaze drops the spider.

She squeaks in fright and grabs her brother's hand, but he just rolls his eyes. "See? Whatever was wrong before is gone. Go back to your book," he suggests, gesturing toward the novel Liechtenstein had been reading before as he smashes the spider with the heel of his boot. Nodding mutely, she sits down again. He starts back down the stairs, calculating how much it could possibly cost to repair Verena. Maybe he can fix it himself…

"BIG BROTHER!"

"What is it now, Liechtenstein?" he calls back up the stairs.

"Could you please come here again? There's a dove at the window, and I remember what you said about wild animals, but it's holding a letter and it's really cute!"

Switzerland sighs. "I'm coming," he announces.

When he reaches her room for the second time, she is standing at the window, cooing at the small white bird on the sill. As he gets closer to the window, Switzerland recognizes the dove as Pierre, France's dove, indeed carrying a letter. Scowling, Switzerland opens the window and lets the dove in, taking the lavender envelope from its beak before shooing the bird out again. He opens it, checking it over before reading aloud to Liechtenstein:

"Mon cher Liechtenstein,

My Minister of Magic has informed me that someone in your household has done magic – a hover charm of some sort, I believe – and, as it cannot possibly be you brother, it must be you. As all magic users are supposed to be trained in the magical arts, and, as neither you nor your brother has a magic school, I should like to invite you to attend my school, Beauxbatons, to hone this new talent. Of course all possible measures will be taken to make your educational experience as comfortable as possible. In fact, I shall attend to that myself. Please consider this offer and I will hopefully hear from you later.

Jusque-là,

France"

"No," Switzerland states simply, ripping the note into shreds that flutter to the floor. "We do not trust France at all. He should be avoided. Especially if he's talking like that."

Liechtenstein hesitates but nods in resignation. "Yes, Big Brother." Then something else captures her attention. "Oh, look! Another bird! An owl!" she says, pointing again at the windowsill. This time, she lets it in herself, and the tawny owl drops the ivory envelope from its beak and sits patiently just inside the window. Switzerland sighs and picks this envelope up as well, taking the note out.

"Good day to you, Liechtenstein, and, quite probably, Switzerland-

If you have not already, you will probably be receiving a note soon from France. Please disregard it. Instead, I would like to invite the two of you would stop by my house in London a few days before the next World Conference, since you'll need to be coming that way to get to Dublin for the meeting anyway. We will also be expecting Iceland and Norway. Thank you.

Arthur Kirkland

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland"

"So may we go to London at least, please, Big Brother?" Liechtenstein asks. "I think it would be nice to get out and do things together before the Conference. Besides, if Mr. Britain's inviting us, he pays for everything, right?"

After a moment's consideration, Switzerland nods in resigned agreement, earning him a tight hug from his little sister. "Go on, get packed," he orders. "The World Conference is in a week, and if we have to be in London before that, we had better be ready for anything. But first I have to go fix Verena."

And so that's the beginning! Iceland and Liechtenstein have magic! Yay! Sorry, I'm really excited about this. Please review, follow, favorite, etc. and the next chapter will be up soon! It'll feature pretty much every other nation that'll be in this and is rather extensive.

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Þakka þér! Sjáumst seinna!

Translations:
lillebror - little brother, Norwegian
Noregur - Norway, Icelandic
storebror - big brother, Norwegian
mon cher - my dear, French
jusque-là - until then, French
Þakka þér! Sjáumst seinna! - Thank you! See you later! Icelandic