Chapter 2
Bruder was acting weird. Well, he was always weird in my opinion, but he was being more strange than usual since he was reading and talking to something in the sky. Just zhink about it. PRUSSIA READING A BOOK AND TALKING TO ZHOMTHING INVISIBLE, I'm pretty sure this has zhomthing to do with him visiting England's house earlier, but I can't prove it. He also said he would be going somewhere for a year or zhomething but my brain shut down when he was talking because what else would you have done if my incredibly excited Bruder, who is currently reading, has to go somewhere with Norway, Romania, England, Russia, and Belarus for a year. It is very suspicious and mildly convenient since he doesn't personify anything anymore, he must do zhomthing with his life, but I still have a lingering feeling that he'll do zhomething dangerous or very stupid, most likely both. I finally got frustrated at him for being so silent because it was too overly suspicious.
"Big Bruder?"
"Ja?"
"What are you reading?"
"Kesesesese, I stole a book from England's house about myths and legends from a lot of countries, some who are now dead, and the living ones are much older than you are."
"Please read some of them to me, big Bruder."
"Kesesesesese, jou sound exactly like Lilli, Bruder!"
I hit my Bruder on the head lightly when he said that and asked him to read me one of the old Germanic legends. I may be serious and all, but I was generally curious at zhis just because I know almost no myths, legends, or even stories because I only remember existing since the late 19th century, when superstition wasn't very rampant and myths and legends were only seen as stories. He showed me the table of contents that must have been written by Britain (E/N: Hey that rhymed!) since it was on paper, while the rest seemed to be on parchment, at least I zhink it was, I then asked him to read about the Weiße Frauen, or the white women. When Prussia turned to zhat page, there were multiple interpretations of the myth; some saying that he e were matronly spirits, some saying they were elf-like spirits of water and the most disturbing version of all were that they were the daughters of Death, who brought a slowly dying person's soul to death. It specified this only happened with someone who is dying slowly, they never appeared to someone who would die in an instant. When I went to see if there were any illustrations in the book, I found out that it wasn't even written in English, German, or any other language I could understand or even recognize, yet Bruder was reading it and seemingly translating it perfectly. How did he do that? Was it some ancient language that I was never taught? Again, my curiosity got the better of me and I asked.
"Bruder, what language is that in because I can't read or even recognise it"
"Kesesesesesese, of course, you don't Bruder, it's old English, a weird mix of old low German, old Norse, Celtic, and French that because the backbone of the English language"
"How? This seems nothing like English, German, French, or any of the Nordic languages! And what even is Celtic?!"
"Well, English is weird"
"How can you read it if it makes no sense?"
"It was spoken at a time, and I needed to know it"
"Anyways, since I'm getting confused big Bruder, I will stop asking about what language it's in and ask you instead who wrote it"
"I'm not exactly sure, let me check." After he checked, he said "The older ones are written by England and his brother, those are the ones in old English and Celtic. The newer ones were written by two people named Newt Scamander and Albus Dumbledore, kesesesesese what stupid names."
I left Prussia with it. I wasn't going to ask what or who he was talking to because I had a feeling he would get very defensive like England does when he's talking to his 'magical friends'.
3rd Person, England's house
England put down the receiver of his phone after having a rather long conversation with Germany about what they were planning to do with Prussia, Russia, and Belarus. England with a look of triumph in his eyes, "Let's go write a letter to Dumbledore, then go to prepare that bloody tiring ritual!" At that last part, Romania groaned.
"That ritual is so god damn tiring and hard to prepare, but it'll be fun seeing you as a midget England, it always is."
England flushed, "Shut up Romania!," but the remark held no bite and was mostly just them having a laugh, and even when Norway told them to shut up, it didn't sound nearly as harsh as he usually does when he's talking to Denmark and almost all the other nations apart from Iceland. "You git, I know it's a tiring spell, but it only works after it's been allowed to collect magic for a while, especially that we need to de-age six nations without any complications arising plus we should really write that letter to Albus so they are reading for the chaos that is Prussia, Russia, and Belarus. Especially Prussia."
"What about you, England?" Romania said in a condescending tone. "You're also quite chaotic when you want to be."
"Oh, bugger off Romania, you aren't one to talk, I know what lengths you go to just so you can annoy Hungary." Before anyone could respond, England brought out a sheet of parchment and a dark green ballpoint pen. England loved quills of course, but pens and pencils were just generally easier to use, and they were much cheaper and less messy as well. He beckoned the rest of the Magic Trio, "Gits, let's just start the letter now or we'll forget about it later, okay?"
It took multiple tries but they needed up with a well-articulated letter that made sense and would clearly explain what would be going on in Hogwarts. They sent it by one of England's fae that had instructions to deliver it straight to Dumbledore, and it disappeared into thin air.
"All right lads, let's prepare the ritual. You two can sleep in your usual rooms tonight since I don't think we'll get out of the basement until at least one A.M." and with that, they enter the basement, all with some form of a smile on their faces.
Dumbledore's POV (Written in somewhat third person)
The Hogwarts Quill of Acceptance wrote down the names of any young witch or wizard in the United Kingdom or Ireland in the Book of Admittance, and are possibly one of the oldest, most magical and frankly, convenient things Dumbledore has even had at Hogwarts, and it's been here for centuries. He was supervising it since it was occasionally known to spazz out and stop for a few minutes, especially now when it was so busy, while Minerva wrote some of the letters. Just then, a small fae seemed to appear out of thin air, drop me a letter and then pop off again, which was unexpected, to say the least. Just before Dumbledore was going to open the letter, the quill started to spazz out again and kept writing things such as Russia - Ivan Braginsky, Belarus - Natalya Arlovskaya, and even more strangely, Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt. Dumbledore lifted the envelope and read who the sender was, and suddenly realised what was going on. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled when I saw the envelope, it was from my old friends Arthur Kirkland, Lukas Bondevik and Vladimir Popescu, or less commonly known as the personifications of England, Norway, and Romania. England had told me that they were going to send some of the more magical nations here to Hogwarts to learn magic and protect the boy-who-lived, but didn't really specify who was coming. Dumbledore chuckled to himself (which minorly concerned Minerva since in her opinion, which he chuckled, something either something was amusing or dangerous was about to happen,) and opened the letter.
Dear Albus,
Remember when we said we were going to send some nations to Hogwarts to learn magic and to protect Harry Potter, I didn't tell you which nations were coming. These are the nations that we will be bringing along with ourselves: Belarus, human name Natalya Arlovskaya, Russia, human name Ivan Braginsky, and Prussia, human name Gilbert Beilschmidt. These are the nations with the most magic, and most unstable and they may be rather hard to teach since, as you already know, they're a bit loose. We also now know why Prussia is alive. It's because he now personifies the magical side of Germany, and is consequently why Germany himself has almost no magical energy, even though most nations have at least some of it. Adding on to that, you know our 2ps, they take over our bodies and we take over theirs every Samhain Eve (to the people reading this, Samhain Eve is on October 31st, and it is not the same as Halloween, but it's similar). Luckily, this only happens to Romania, Norway, and I, but you know that they tend to be a little wild, so on Samhain, please don't let them do anything stupid. Also, please take note that Belarus has this magical knife that can overcome any magical barriers to come to her, Russia has a lead tap and Prussia has a sword that does the same thing, so please do be warned of that.
By your old friends,
England, Norway, and Romania
Minerva apparently finally mustered enough courage to ask why Dumbledore was chuckling lightly, with a twinkle in his eyes. He told her it was nothing, just a letter that a concerned parent has for their child. She looked at him suspiciously, trying to detect a lie, but genuinely couldn't, well, probably, but since England's writing sounded as a concerned parent would have anyways.
"I still don't fully trust you Albus, but alright." With that, he smirked and left the room and let Minerva get on with writing the Hogwarts acceptance letters, in rather obvious confusion.
Third-person, England's house - the basement
They entered England's basement and drew an incredibly complex looking pentacle that was designed to be more earth, nature, and spirit invoking so there would be minimal complications with water or fire. They placed candles on each point and surrounded it with various magical herbs and crystals which would retain magic and allow its release when called upon. They began to start the ritual, chanting.
"Et corpora eorum facti iunior
Ut maneat eadem mente sua
Cum undecium ad magnitudinem
Hoc est non a ludem
Heac mutatio non gerunt off per annos signulos
Nutet magicae COMPLETE petere"
They almost passed out right then and there on the floor, but managed enough energy to haul themselves into England's room since it was the closest, and slept in the same bed because they were so drained. They didn't bother to change their robes that smelt like smoke and herbs.
A week later, England's house, no POV
"Oi Eyebrows, open up the door!" Prussia hollered as he banged on England's door with his fists. From inside, he heard England say "I'm coming wanker, I'm in the basement, wait!"
A minute or so later, England opened the door smelling like he had burnt some plants in the basement, which Prussia mentally told himself he was here to be an eleven-year-old again with Russia and his psychotic sister Belarus, and going to a magic school in Scotland with a small silver fae on his head. England probably did burn some plants in his basement. Prussia walked in, he saw Norway and Romania but no sign of Belarus or Russia just yet.
"Eyebrows, are you sure this is safe?" he asked, mildly concerned.
"Yes, it is," England snapped. "We've done it multiple times before, on ourselves, the worst adverse reaction we got was my basement going up in flames because somebody drew the wrong pentacle," he said pointedly, glaring at Romania.
"Hey, I already told you that it was an accident!"
Before they could start bickering again, the door was almost bashed in by Russia knocking on it so hard. Norway got up to answer the door, bringing in both Russia and Belarus. They beckoned them in the basement where they were told not to touch anything, especially the pentagram, which Norway had put something on it that looked a whole lot like blood, and when Prussia asked about it, because why wouldn't you question if someone was putting blood on the floor?
"Norway, why are you putting blood on the floor? And please tell me it isn't human"
Norway looked amused by this and then sarcastically replied, "Of course it's human blood, where else would we get magical blood from?" When Prussia and Romania looked horrified, Norway hastily said, "Don't worry, I was just messing with you, it's dragon blood, not human blood. Also, Romania, we've done this before, should you know we use dragon blood for this?," At the end, he sounded minorly concerned but more annoyed at his friend. He then ordered them all to get into the centre of the pentacle and sit down. When Prussia refused, Norway glared at him, effectively shutting him up, (though Prussia was probably muttering something about 'officially and actually dying') and told them to hold hands.
As they started to chant, the room was filled with bright colours, hues of red, green, blue, purple, and various others that can't be described by words.
"Et corpora eorum facti iunior
Ut maneat eadem mente sua
Cum undecim ad magnitudinem
Hoc est non a ludem
Haec mutatio non gerunt off per annos signulos
Hutu magicae COMPLETE petere"
Mille sunt corpora mutent
Hoc servare diebus trecentis sexaginta
PRAECANTATIO OBEDIO quae ego praecipio tibi"
They felt themselves being lifted off the ground, eyes glowing the colour of their irises. Then they saw nothing more and blacked out.
Edited fantastically by Turquoise_KiTtYlol