Author(s?) Disclaimer:

(Enraged) Disclaimer: Harry Potter is too swag for me, if I tried to own it, I'd combust into mochi pieces! Besides, my skin color ain't white; I'm red, look at my profile!

(Serene) Disclaimer: *Sighs* Don't mind her... *shakes head* We don't own Hetalia nor Harry Potter, so please don't sue us! (^_^ )

(Enraged) *tsks* Eh, you're just jealous because you can't combust!

(Serene) Why would I want to combust in the first place. ( ._. )

*So, are we two in one person or one account split between two~?*:

Two boys stopped in front of a red door bearing the sign "Sunnyshore Kindergarten" near the top. A young boy with short, wheat-blonde hair and sky-blue eyes stood on his tiptoes; peering into the translucent window a few feet above the ground as he tried to see inside. One of his hands was wrapped around the plastic handle to his Superman lunchbox. In the other he held his brothers hand, which he squeezed tighter as he watched all the children inside run around.

Said brother also rose on his tiptoes; having to strain his legs to see above the sill. Being a mere centimeter shorter than his counterpart had its ups and downs. His blue-near-violet eyes widened as he took in the amount of children running around behind the walls before sinking back down and looking at his brother with apprehension. He buried his chin deeper into the stuffed polar bear in his arms for comfort; blonde, wavy locks covering the rest of his face.

Alfred didn't need to be told that his brother was extremely nervous. Instead he tightened his grip on their lunchbox and took the first steps, releasing his brothers hand to grab the door handle.

"Don't worry Matthew. We'll be fine!" He said encouragingly as he tugged the heavy door open.

"Eh, m-maybe." Matthew replied, helping his brother push open the door. He silently wished their parents could have escorted them in during their first day at Preschool, but they were busy people and work waits for no man; or child. As soon as they entered the room, their ears were filled with loud sounds as children rushed past in a blur.

A supervisor took quick notice of the two new faces in the room. They looked rather similar though. The only real difference she could discern from where she stood, was that one boy seemed to be in blue overalls while the other was in red.

"Good day children. Are you also some of Ms. Rosenberg's new students?" She asked, kneeling down to get to eye-level with them.

Alfred and Matthew nodded, though Alfred spoke for both of them. "Yeah! We're big boys now 'cause we go to school now!" he said enthusiastically, making the young supervisor laugh.

"I see, I see. Well, why don't you tell me your names so I can let Ms. Rosenberg know? Then you two can choose out your own cubby and go meet your classmates, hm?" The supervisor pointed to the long row of colorful boxes against the wall, Alfred's eyes immediately landing on a bright blue box and Matthew's on the red box next to it.

Alfred nodded and Matthew let out a small "okay" as the supervisor gave them a pat on the head before leaving to find the teacher.

Alfred then turned to Matthew and grabbed his brother's hand, tugging the blonde to the cubbies and placing his lunchbox in the colorful bin. "You gonna leave Kuma in yours?" he asked, sighing as Matthew shook his head vigorously in a "no".

"Well you need something to make sure people know it's yours or someone is gonna take it!" Alfred said, looking around and pointing to Matthew's pockets. "Got anythin' in there?"

Matthew huffed, patting his pockets and pulling out a piece of string and a blue-and-red button. It must have fallen off one of their old coats at some point and was left in the pocket; forgotten. "I have this stuff?" he said quietly, holding it out for Alfred to see.

"It'll do." Alfred said, taking the things and dropping them in the red box with a clatter. "See, that's why I'm the older brother. 'Cause I have great ideas~" He said happily, ignoring Matthew's protests about how he was only older by a few minutes.

"I'm gonna go look at the building blocks! I'll build us a cool tower and we can be king and servant, okay?" Alfred said, eyes wandering the room and resting on the block pile that a few kids were playing around.

"I-I'll just read a picture book." Matthew said, looking to the far corner of the room where the books lay untouched. There was no one around; it seemed perfect to him.

Alfred scoffed, "You can't read!" he said.

"E-Eh! C-Can too! You're the one who can't read. I bet you don't even listen to mommy when she reads shak-ee-speer." Matthew retorted, tripping over the name.

Alfred laughed, "Hah. At least I can say Shake-spear." He said smugly, still tripping over the word, just not as badly as his brother.

Matthew pouted before smiling slightly; he was easy to forgive. "Well… Just don't fight. Mommy said fighting on the first day is bad, eh." He concluded, waving Alfred off before walking to the books; his faithful stuffed polar bear grasped in his small hands. As he approached, he saw a small boy with shaggy brown hair who seemed to be situated away from the buzz of the children.

Matthew assumed he must have moved there when he was quarreling with Alfred. Not one for talking, the shy boy picked up a nearby picture book and sat a few feet from the quiet, shaggy-haired boy, content in losing himself in the world of Peter Rabbit.

-Even if he didn't fully understand the words.

Come lunchtime, Matthew had gone through three picture books, deciding that the art in Peter Rabbit was the best. The supervisor clapped her hands, announcing that it was lunchtime and everyone could get their lunches. He walked over to cubbies, spotting Alfred's lunchbox almost immediately. It wasn't hard to miss the tell-tale blue-red combination emblazoned on the aluminum. What struck him as odd though, was the presence of a large, expensive-looking coat inside his red box.

"Hey, when'd you get that coat Mattie?" Alfred asked, having come up behind his brother and currently pointing at the coat in the red box.

"I-It's not mine." Matthew said, looking flustered and confused. They watched as a moment later a rather tubby boy waddled up to the cubby, along with the dark, shaggy-haired boy Matthew saw reading books. Beside him, he heard Alfred growl in annoyance.

"Eh? Do you know them Al?" Matthew asked, taking note of Alfred's rather angry expression as he regarded the two standing at the red cubby, the larger boy pushing the smaller away as he tugged out a big lunch.

"Yeah, that big kid is called Dudley. He knocked over my block tower and took the best blocks…The other one is Harry; his brother or somethin'. Dudley kept sayin' how pooey his brother is." Alfred replied, huffing and watching as said boy seemed to be teasing the shaggy-haired boy with his large lunch bag. "The meanie isn't sharing his lunch with Harry!" He said, appalled at this elephantine boy's behavior towards his sibling. Without a second thought, Alfred stomped over, followed by Matthew who hugged Kuma close to him.

"Hey! Don't be mean to your brother!" Alfred called, pointing to Dudley. "He didn't do nothing to you so why're you being so mean?"

Matthew looked nervously at Dudley whose expression contorted to something between surprise and anger. It was as though Alfred's angry comment surprised him. Has he never had anyone yell at him? "A-Al, maybe we shouldn't-"

"Nu-uh Mattie. He took your cubby too!" Alfred said, pouting as Dudley walked over to him; his lunch and Harry forgotten as he sized up this new threat.

"Yeah, so what? I like that cubby." Dudley said; cheeks puffed angrily as Alfred stood his ground. Matthew watched nervously as Harry scrambled up off the floor.

"So, find another cubby. My brother put his string and button in it, so it's his." Alfred replied.

Dudley laughed, "Haha! You can't do something like that. How old are you, five? I'm older; so anything I say goes." He said obnoxiously, turning around and leaving Alfred to fume.

"Hey! Don't walk away you-"

"Al, stop! It's okay I'll use the one under yours." Matthew said, not wanting his brother to get into a fight. Their mommy said not to!

"But it's black Mattie! That's an evil color…" Alfred whined, "Blue is a hero color and red is the next one."

"Then I'll take the red one over there." Matthew said, trying to keep his brother calm. Alfred looked like he might cry if he took the black one…

"You… You can have mine." A small voice said, causing the two kids to jump in surprise. Behind them was Harry; looking at them nervously as he interrupted the boys. "I-It's the red one on the other side of yours." He said, pointing to the red bin on the other side of Alfred's. "I don't mind black."

The twins blinked before taking a step back as Matthew, surprisingly, was the first to speak. "Eh, i-it's okay! It's your cubby, right?" he said, waving his hands frantically. He didn't want to be a bother.

"R-Really, it's fine." Harry replied, looking from Matthew to Alfred. "Your brother looks like he would rather we switch too." He said, sounding a little dejected.

Matthew turned to his twin counterpart, frowning. Alfred held his hands up nervously, trying to look innocent as his brother sighed in defeat.

"Okay… Thank you... U-um, but you don't have to take the black one. What about that one on top of Al's?" Matthew said, thinking of a better way so that no one had to have the black one. He pointed to the green one above Alfred's.

Harry nodded, "Okay." He said, standing in place as Matthew hurried over to move his button and string from under Dudley's things. He tugged them out from under the heavy coat, placing them in his new box.

Matthew turned. "Are-aren't you going to move your things to your cubby?" he asked, looking at Harry curiously.

Harry shook his head, "I don't have anything to use." He replied, sounding as though this was rather normal.

Alfred watched them puzzled but pointed to Matthew's bear before running to his brother and whispering something in his ear. His twin nodded, quickly going to his box and swapping his stuffed polar bear for the string and button.

Harry's green eyes widened as the younger twin placed the string and button in his hand. "There, now you have something to put in the box. Kuma was gonna get dirty at lunch anyways." Matthew said softly, backing up to stand next to his brother. With the absence of Kuma, he was all the more attached to Alfred.

Harry stared at the two boys, astonished. "Yo-you're giving it to me?"

Matthew nodded shyly.

Tears glistened in Harry's eyes and his bottom lip trembled. He'd never received anything before. Of course he had received clothing, food, and other necessities from the Dursley's for his survival and their reputation. However, never from the kindness of someone's heart. Harry hastily wiped his tears on his ratty sleeves and grinned the biggest smile he had ever smiled in the care of the Dursley's.

Matthew and Alfred stared at Harry; the smile was so… bright, blindingly so. Alfred's stomach growled, breaking the moment.

The young boy patted his stomach and whined, "I'm hungry!"

"You're always hungry, eh." Matthew said, sighing.

Alfred pouted, "But it's lunch time!"

"Okay, okay, you can choose your half first then."

They were about to leave before a small whimper was heard from behind them. Both turned to see Harry, looking rather distressed as they heard a stomach rumble. It wasn't them, so-?

Harry let out another whimper, trying to stifle it, but he was so hungry!

"Oh, don't you have some food for your tummy?" Alfred asked, looking at Harry confusedly. Maybe the meanie Dudley had it?

Harry shook his head, motioning to the big lug that sat at a table with some other boys. He said nothing, which confused Alfred even more.

"I-I think Dudley has his lunch Al." Matthew said, connecting the dots.

"Wha- That's not fair! He should share then!"

"Dudley never shares." Harry replied casually; again sounding like this was rather normal.

"Hmm... Well, I don't really eat much. Alfred eats all of his, but you can have some of my lunch~" Matthew said, finding it unfair that Alfred and himself got to eat while Harry didn't. The boy seemed like he could really use the food too!

"Hey! I can share too! The hero always shares his things with others!" Alfred pouted, not wanting his brother to best him in the heroic savior department. That was his department!

Tears cascaded down Harry's eyes. A strange warm feeling filled his body and his smile grew even wider, if that were even possible. "Ye-yeah," he said shyly, "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

Matthew, uncomfortable around tears fidgeted next to his brother; unsure what to say. However, Alfred; seeming to understand the situation somehow through his thick head, grabbed Matthew and Harry and dragged them with him, shouting all the while, "I need FOOD!"

A comforting fire had been lit in the young boy's heart and for the rest of the day, Harry's smile never left his face.

Author(s?) Note:

Hello, this is Enraged. I would like to thank you for reading our fic. Serene and I have been plotting this fic for ages (a month) and decided to release it upon you guys.

Welcome to the darkside, we have magic XD

Good day! This is Serene~ I would also like to thank you for giving this fic a chance! Enraged and I have been planning this fanfic for a solid amount of time and I'm very excited to submit it~ It's a bit hard to explain how this is written, but I take turns with Enraged and go back and forth with paragraphs. Enraged is good at Harry Potter characters while I'm better with Hetalia characters. While we have a common idea for the ending, we will slip in some separate dramas to keep things going, but we hope things won't get too far apart. We're rounding up to a common outcome at least!

Please do let us know if that's starting to become the case! Also, if I've missed some spelling and grammar drop us a line and I'll correct it immediately! I'm not perfect after all. (.w. ;)

Ah, but due to summer school, this month's chapter updates might be a tad sparse. About two chapters are planned for this month, and possibly next month depending on how much we can get done. Hopefully though, we will at least bump the update times afterwards. Sorry about that!