~Pottertalia~ (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 6

--Present Time--

Peter woke up and found his brother on the chair next to him, finishing a Potions homework. "Oh, you're awake. You're very careless; watch your tongue, will you?" Peter felt surprised when he felt Arthur run his hand through the younger's hair, affectionate memories attached to the action. He hasn't done that since Peter was five.

"I'm not a child-"

"Just be quiet. You're hilarious if you think you can take on Death Eaters while you know little to no magic."

"Just you see! I'll take take them all on!"

Arthur smiled fondly. "We'll see."

---5 years ago---

"Vash! Hey, Vash!" Alfred called after the Potions class ended. Vash sighed. Not this idiot.

"Vash! Are you ignoring me?! I need help! Vash!" Alfred begged, trying to grab a hold on Vash's robes.

Vash walked quickly out of the Potions class, having the intention of going straight to Gryffindor tower to check on his sick sister, but he stopped in front of the abandoned girl's bathroom. He could hear Moaning Murtle's sobbing, but he felt no sympathy. It wasn't his concern. Or so he tried to tell himself. He would have to hurry; Alfred would find him if he wasn't careful.

He examined it with his normal face of distrust once more before turning and heading immediately to go back to his original destination. He would not be messing with forces beyond his command. (A/N: Thank god Switzerland has common sense!)

He didn't notice Moaning Murtle peering out hopefully.

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Elizaveta flushed, bending down to pick up her things. She was always such a clumsy tomboy, wasn't she? The Hungarian finally looked up to apologize to the guy.

"I'm sorry for crashing into you," she finally said. The guy looked up from his position on the floor, adjusting his glasses in a snooty way.

"It's fine, I suppose..." This loser (she means it in a nice way, she reasoned) muttered in response.

"I'm Elizaveta. I'd like to somehow make it up to you, because it's not often I crash into someone. What's your name?"

He got off the floor, making a face as if he was afraid of dirt. "Roderich."

German, probably.

"I'm Austrian," he said, as if he was used to the questions.

Ah. No need to get snippy, now. She nodded, smiling falsely. "Great...Roderich.
Again, I'd like to make it up sometime."

"Make it up by staying far from me."

He briskly walked off, leaving Elizaveta brewing with anger. She'd have some fun slipping some salt into his treacle tart later.

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Antonio, extremely happy from a tiring day of teasing and poking fun with his two friends, returned to the Gryffindor tower. When he stepped through the portrait hole, he was so happy and giddy that he didn't think to consider the consequences of yanking the Lovino kid's curl. "H-hey, do you want to die, tomato jerk?!"

Antonio shrugged. "I don't know, do I?" Lovino was only angered more, and ended up trying to strangle the guy...but the author knows that Spamano will ensue and that Lovino didn't really try to kill Antonio...right..? Right...? Right... Maybe.

They didn't notice Ginny slip off in a trance.