Life at Hogwarts was strange for the two nations, one of which didn't even believe in magic until a few weeks ago. They got lost a total of 12 times on their first day and spent 3 hours looking for their room. Arthur decided to create a map of the general areas of where their classroom, Great Hall, and room was after spending an entire afternoon turning and twisting through hallways trying to get to the Great Hall.

It was breakfast time when Alfred ran through the door, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S A GHOST! WHY ARE THERE GHOSTS HERE?" Alfred was freaking out, arms swinging wildly as he ran away from the snickering Peeves the Poltergeist.

The other Professors were shocked. Professor McGonagall stood up and started to walk over to where Alfred was almost hyperventilating in front of the Head Table.

"Professor Jones-" She began.

Alfred shrieked when Peeves flew through him with a massive swoop.

Remus looked over at Arthur who was sitting calmly in his seat, drinking his tea.

"Aren't you going to help him?" He tentatively asked.

Arthur scoffed. "It's not my responsibility to help that git with everything."

Alfred screamed again when Peeves started to fly in circles above his head, ignoring Professor McGonagall who tried to stop them both. The students looked surprised, and a few of them were doubled over with laughter.

Arthur sighed and finally stood up. "Alfred, relax. He can't hurt you even if he tried."

At the sound of his voice, Alfred's head snapped up. In 10 seconds flat, he was clutching on to the smaller blond tightly.

"ARTIE, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THERE ARE GHOSTS HERE?" With everyone's eyes on them, Arthur scowled and turned to Alfred who wouldn't let go of him. Deeming that a lost cause, he turned back to Peeves who was watched them with a wide grin on his translucent face.

"Ooohh, Baby Alfie needs Farty Artie to help him-" The Poltergeist's teasing voice cut off. Arthur had his wand out, tip lit with a strange purple light. Peeves backed away slowly, warily watching the green-eyed wizard who stared at him challengingly.

"Peeves, you know exactly which spell this is. If you value your continued existence, I suggest you leave Alfred and I alone." Arthur said with a smirk. Peeves looked nervous and bowed.

"As you wish, Anglia." With that, the strangely humbled Peeves left the Great Hall with a puff.

"Is it gone?" Alfred raised his head from where he had buried it in Arthur's neck from fright. Both nations' faces were red. Alfred hesitatingly stepped away from Arthur.

"Are you alright?" Arthur murmured. Alfred nodded after a moment. Arthur turned to all of the students who were gawking at the pair.

"What exactly are you all looking at?" Arthur snapped. All of the students looked away and resumed eating.

Professor McGonagall nodded at Arthur and looked over at Alfred disapprovingly.

"We do not conduct ourselves in such a manner. If you had a problem with the residents of Hogwarts, you should have-" Professor Dumbledore once again cut her off.

"Now now, I'm sure that Professor Jones didn't mean to cause such a disruption." He peered over at Alfred who looked away, embarrassed.

Professor Snape's silky voice cut in. "Sir, they obviously do not know how to deal with issues in a calm manner. With Black running around and the Dementors, one must think-"

Arthur's voice cut across coldly. "Whatever you are trying to imply, I assure you we are perfectly capable of protecting the children if the need arises. As for Black, I doubt the Headmaster would have hired anyone that he suspected is working with a criminal."

Remus had stopped eating the minute Sirius' family name came up. Professor Dumbledore frowned.

Alfred tugged Arthur towards the exit. "Right. We have some History stuff to look over. Bye." He quickly left with a silent Arthur in tow.

-This time skip is brought to you by Peeves the Poltergeist-

The next few days, all anyone could talk about was Sirius Black's break in. Harry was getting sick of it really. It was the day before another Hogsmeade visit and Hermione was trying to talk Harry out of sneaking out of the castle.

"Harry, it's not safe. What if Black shows up and tries to kill you? Even if he doesn't, the Dementors aren't good for you to be so close to. Maybe you should stay with Professor Lupin for another Patronus lesson." Hermione fretted.

After Harry's boggart turned into a Dementor, he'd been trying to perform the Patronus charm which was the only repellent against the foul, soul-sucking creatures.

A flock of owls flew into the Great Hall, each of them holding a letter or two. When Hedwig came around, she didn't have anything, but Harry still gave her one of his pieces of bacon. What caught many students' attention was the bright red envelope that was heading towards the Head Table. Ron pointed to the owl carrying the Howler.

"Who do you reckon got that? I haven't heard of a Professor getting one of those before." He asked.

The student body watched as the Howler stopped in front of Professor Kirkland who was leaning so far back in his chair, it was a wonder he hadn't fallen off. Professor Jones looked at it and reached out towards it. Professor Kirkland grabbed his hand and pulled it back. Unfortunately, the envelope exploded.

"ARTHUR F***** KIRKLAND! HOW DARE YOU SEND ME TO THE MEETING WITHOUT TELLING ANYONE WHERE YOU WENT?! YOUR BOYFRIEND AND YOU CAUSED A PANIC. I HAD TO DEAL WITH THE FRENCHY AND CANADIAN THE ENTIRE TIME! THEY WOULDN'T LET ME GO UNTIL I TOLD THEM WHERE YOU WERE." A loud Scottish accent boomed. Professor Dumbledore had put on a pair of earmuffs, and Professor McGonagall seemed to put up a muffling spell to protect her ears. Alfred had moved his chair back and plugged his ears with a grin while Arthur tried to cover his ears uselessly.

"THEY'RE COMING TO HOGWARTS TO SEE YOU TWO. I'M SENDING DYLAN," A string of Welsh was heard in the background. "OR SEAMUS," Loud Irish was heard as well. "WHATEVER. I AM NOT GOING BACK.  YOU CAN'T MAKE ME. NOT EVEN IF YOU GIVE ME A CAT, HAGGIS, AND A FRESH BOTTLE OF WHISKEY. LOVE FROM ALISTAIR, WHO MANAGED TO UNDO YOUR BLOODY GENDER BENDING SPELL!" The envelope dissolved in a flash of smoke and crumbled into ashes.

Arthur's ears rang and he felt hands shake him. Everything's sounded muffled, like he was underwater. "Arrrttt? C'n yaaaaa he'r meeeeee?" A voice spoke. He shook his head, which made it worse and he ducked his head in between his knees to try and regain his sense. He felt a warm hand rub his back soothingly and he tried to focus on that. The Hall was thankfully quiet, which helped him try to stop his ears from ringing. After a few minutes, the ringing stopped and he slowly raised his head from his lap. Alfred was leaning over, his hand on his back still rubbing circles which was very relaxing. Not to mention distracting. Arthur shakily breathed in and Alfred moved back.

"You okay now?" Alfred asked. Arthur nodded.

Professor Sprout looked over from her seat. "Are you alright Professor Kirkland?" She seemed to be genuinely worried. A flush ran up his neck and he tried to smile. "I'm alright."

He couldn't stop thinking about the Howler. France and Canada would be coming to Hogwarts. Most likely to embarrass them, the stupid frog would love that...

His cheeks heated as he thought of what Scotland had called Alfred. His boyfriend. Unfortunately, England didn't think the American would ever return his feelings. Beside him, said American was also thinking the exact same thing.

("The Scottish bloke in the Howler said Professor Jones and Kirkland are together.")

("No, he was probably just trying to set them up.")

("He's so hot, and he's only 20. Do you think I could ask him out or something?")

("There's no way he would take out on a date.")

(Romilda Vane looked confident.)

("Don't worry. I have my ways.")

-This time skip is brought to you by Howlers-

France was packing his bags in a flurry. After pestering Écosse for hours, the redhead had finally snapped and told him that Angleterre and Amérique were at that magic school that Écosse was so proud of. When the Brit had turned down his offer of going on vacation with him, he assumed that he would still be at home. However, when he found out that America was also with him, the Frenchman sprang into action. This would be the perfect opportunity to try and get those two lovebirds together.

'And then Matthieu and I could also get together. That way Alfred won't be angry at moi, and we will go out on dates and stay together forever...' Francis thought dreamily with a grin on his face.

"Francis, should I pack my winter jacket with me-oh." Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, entered the room to see Francis staring off into space with a hopeful look on his face.

Matthew waved his hands in front of Francis' face. He leaned in close and breathed in. The Nation of Love smelt like fresh roses and croissants. The Canadian flushed as he said, "Francis?"

Finally, Francis snapped back into reality and saw how close the other man was. "Ah~ Bonjour Matthieu." Despite himself, the Frenchman felt nervous and blushed lightly. Even though he was thought to be the world's biggest pervert, the truth was that he was the most hopeless romantic.

Before he could go down into those thoughts again, Matthew stepped back and repeated his question. Francis gave him a wide smile and cheerfully replied, "Take whatever you may need, mon ami. I have a feeling that we're going to be there for a while."

Matthew smiled back and left to continue packing. What a surprise his brother and England would be in for when they show up.

AN: I actually have this story planned out, so I'm pretty excited. Looks like France and Canada are planning to join the other two at Hogwarts. :)

-Madsinator (11/4/17)