Alfred bounced on his heels as Snape lead the way to his room. Well technically, it would be his and Arthur's room. It wouldn't be the first time that he'd be sharing a room with England, but this was different. They'd actually be living together like a married couple...

'Woah there Al, getting a bit ahead of yourself there.'

Alfred went a little red at the thought and shook his head to clear his thoughts.

Professor Snape looked as if someone had kicked his cat and sent him a video of it. He glared at Alfred as he babbled on about how this felt like a medieval castle in some Disney movie, and how creepy it was that they had a ghost as a teacher.

("Like, how did the students go to class? I wouldn't want to go to a class like that.")

("Not all children are scared of ghosts like you.")

("Scared? Haha, I'm not scared. Who said anything about being scared?")

("Nevermind.")

Snape seemed determined to get this over with as quickly as possible as he glided up the steps.

Alfred seemed hopped up the steps, skipping one every few steps. Arthur, on the other hand, slowed down to calm his pounding heart. They were almost there...

Arthur yelped. His foot went right through the step and he fell forwards. He closed his eyes and awaited the pain of smashing his face into the stairs, but a pair of arms caught him first. He was picked up, thankfully out of the step, and leaned against the railing. He opened his eyes to see Alfred looking at him worriedly.

"Dude, are you okay? You like, fell through the step there, it was really freaky! I thought you were gonna fall, but I caught you." Alfred seemed to be freaking out a little and kept checking him over. He rested an hand on his shoulder.

"I-I'm fine. Thanks for helping me." He added. It seemed to do the trick; Alfred relaxed and shot his usual 10-kilowatt grin.

"Of course, I'm the Hero!"

Both nations looked forwards to see Snape glaring at them, impatiently.

'He didn't even tell us about the step.' He scowled at Snape's turned back.

'What an arse.'

-This time skip is brought you to by the trippy stairs at Hogwarts-

Their quarters were alright. It had a fireplace, living room, small kitchen-type area, as well as a bedroom. When they entered their room, they emptied their bags. Thankfully someone had the insight to add another bed. They used their wands that they had bought from Ollivander's a while back. Alfred unshrank his clothes and chucked them into the wardrobe and watched as Arthur folded his more neatly and piled them. He grinned and jumped onto the bed.

"Isn't this cool? We're gonna be roomies again, except for a whole year."

Arthur closed the wardrobe. "Actually, it's more like living together than anything..." He trailed off. He eyed the stack of papers on his dresser.

"We have work to do." He sighed and picked up the stack laying it on a desk in the middle of the room.

Alfred froze. "What work?"

"The lesson plans. We have to know what we're teaching, in order to teach." He motioned to a few books on the table.

"Ugh, you mean we have to write notes and stuff. Dude, I didn't sign up for this."

"You didn't sign up at all."

"You know what I mean."

"Whatever. Just get to work."

-This time skip is brought to you by all teachers that hate planning lessons-

When Alfred woke up, he didn't know where he was. It wasn't home, but it also wasn't anywhere recognizable.

'Oh yeah, I'm at Hogwarts.'

He tensed as he heard a soft sound pierce the air. It was faint and he had to stay completely still in order to hear it. Alfred leaped out of bed and walked to the other side of the room where Arthur was still asleep. He looked absolutely adorable. His face was relaxed only in a way that it did when the Brit was asleep. He looked younger and so relaxed, right then. He had to take a picture.

Alfred slowly crept back to his side of the room and grabbed one of the weird magic cameras he had bought at that Diagon Alley place Arthur had taken them to buy wands. The pictures he had already taken of the castle were so cool; they moved like a live photo. He walked back to Arthur's bed and quickly snapped a shot of him snoring.

Click.

Perfect. Alfred stared at it for a minute.

At first, he thought of using it as blackmail, but for some reason, he didn't want to show it to anyone else. Alfred shrugged and tucked the picture with the rest of the photos in an album, and went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

-This time skip is brought to you by the author who apologizes for all these time skips-

When Alfred entered the Great Hall for the feast before school starts, he was greeted by a bunch of wide-eyed kids looking at him like he was an alien. Obviously, they hadn't met Tony before.

"Come on, let's go sit at the Head Table." Arthur grabbed his arm and pulled him along where the other teachers sat and watched them walk up. Once again, Alfred and Arthur sat beside each other in between Professor Snape and McGonagall respectively.

"Hey dude, why are they all looking at us like that?" Snape ignored Alfred and merely sneered at the crowd of students. So Alfred did the next best thing.

Alfred turned to Arthur. "Why are they all staring at us? Should I say something?"

"No, that'll just make them even more curious. It's not often that Hogwarts gets two new professors for subjects that aren't DADA."

"Cool. So we're like celebrities now!" Alfred waved enthusiastically at the crowd. Arthur grabbed his hand and shoved it back down.

"Remind me why I brought you here again?"

"You said that the only one else that was free and wanted to go on a vacation was Francis, and you said that you'd rather pass."

"...True. Stupid Frog. As if I'd want to go on vacation with him."

"Does that mean that you want to go on vacation with me?"

"No. Now eat your food."

While they had been talking, plates of food appeared in front of them, and Alfred drooled. He filled his plate with all sorts of foods. Normally, he didn't like British food, but this wasn't cooked by Arthur and it smelled so good.

Snape looked disgusted by Alfred's eating habits, as he chewed loudly with his mouth. McGonagall also looked disapproving, but less so as Arthur chided him for eating 'like a ravenous pig.'

Suddenly, a voice on the other side of Snape spoke up. "Excuse me, would you please pass the mashed potatoes?"

"Sure dude!" Alfred passed the potatoes to a ragged, tired looking man. "I'm Alfred F. Jones! I'm gonna be teaching History of Magic with Artie." He pointed to Arthur who was talking to Professor McGonagall, who didn't seem to hear him. The man smiled.

"My name is Remus Lupin. I'm going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Nice to meet you."

Meanwhile, down at the Gryffindor table, the Golden Trio sat discussing the new changes.

"Wut f'yuh din' dey'r gun teach?" Ron said around a mouthful of food. Hermione's nose wrinkled as she told him to swallow and then speak.

"I don't know. Defense Against the Dark Arts is obviously a free subject, but I wonder what the other two are for." Harry replied. The new Professors didn't seem very threatening. One of them looked very loud and enthusiastic, chatting off the ear of another raggedy man who didn't seem to mind. The other Professor seemed to be more refined, as they spoke with Professor McGonagall about goodness-knows-what.

"They seem to be alright," Hermione commented. Then again, she thought the same of Lockhart and look how that turned out. "Professor Lupin seemed to know what he was doing with the Dementor despite his ruffled look; we shouldn't judge based on their looks.

Suddenly, all the food disappeared from the tables. Everyone went silent when Professor Dumbledore rose and started to speak.

"Welcome back everyone. To those who are new here, I hope you enjoyed our feast. This year brings many changes. As I'm sure that you've noticed, the guards of Azkaban are posted outside and around the school. They are here for our protection however, I advise you stay away from them as they do not differentiate between friend or foe." Dumbledore pauses as the students start to chat about how the Dementors entered the train.

"On a happier note, this year I am happy to introduce you to three new additions to our staff. Professor Lupin will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts." A few people clapped, including Harry, Hermione and Ron.

"I'm also pleased to announce that Professor Binns has decided to take a break this year. This year, Professor Kirkland," He stopped again. Many people were clapping and cheering. Finally, no more Professor Binns!

"And Professor Jones will be teaching History of Magic." Cheers arose once more as Alfred stood up and grinned at the crowd.

Dumbledore smiled and sent all the students off to bed. They watched as the hall emptied until only the other professors remained.

"Wow Artie, I didn't know British food could be so good. Then again, I've eaten your food." He shuddered.

Arthur glared at him. "Excuse you, my cooking is wonderful! Just because you have no appreciation for good food..." He said with a huff.

Professor Snape glided past without a word. Arthur glared at his back. Professor McGonagall said goodbye and Arthur replied with a smile.

'Arthur doesn't smile at me like that.'

"Did you have a nice chat?" Alfred asked with a blank look on his face as he stared after the Scottish woman.

Arthur looked at him weirdly and replied. "Yes, it was nice talking to someone who could actually tell us what we should do and avoid."

'Unlike that wanker, Snape.'

Alfred still had that emotionless face. "Right. I'll see you later." He walked out of the Great Hall.

'That git. We sleep in the same room, remember?' He thought as he followed after him.

AN: Looks like England's got into a bit of kerfuffle. Snape's a tosser, and Alfred's thinks Arthur's cute.

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