The Wizards of Hetalia (Hetalia Fanfic Series) [DISCONTINUED]

[Chapter 2]-The Sorting Hat

[Reyna's POV]

Hogwarts made the Hetalia World Academy look like trash. Sure, it was pretty weird, but weird can be awesome when you really think about it. This was one of those cases. Hogwarts was amazing.

After traveling on a boat to Hogwarts, I run up a few flights of stairs and stop in front of a familiar women with a black, pointy witch's hat, and similar colored clothing.

"New students?" She inquires, looking up at the giant man, who scratches his scruffy beard and nods.

"We found them in the middle of that train track, the one leading to Hogwarts. Their train was just parked halfway through the trip."

She nods and turns to face us. "Welcome to Hogwarts. Soon, you will pass through these doors, but before you can take your seats you need to be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw," she pauses for a few heartbeats, her eyes knitted ever so slightly and a gleam of disgust flashing in her stern, dark brown eyes. "And Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup. Sorting ceremony will begin momentarily."

She walks off, leaving us countries in suspense. I look around and smile a bit to see that some of the nations have already united. The Nordics, the Soviet Union, the Axis and the Allied Forces. I peek behind a bunch of heads to spot America, Madison, France and Alice. I meet Denmark's eyes and mouth, 'Are you okay?'

He nods and parts his lips to mouth back, 'Yeah, talk later.'

Let me elaborate. Denmark and I have been best friends, perhaps even close than I am to America, ever since I saw him stalking Finland and Sweden on Christmas. Yes, stalking. I'd have to admit, it's actually not that bad once you get used to it. When I volunteered to help him, we got them to stand under a mistletoe, long story, and...well, you know what a mistletoe is made for. Ever since we've been very close friends. 

I brush through the crowd, greeting Spain, Prussia, Hungary and Romano along the way, and squeeze beside America. Before I could say a word, the woman, who I now recall as Professor Mcgonagall, leads us through a pair of doors. 

It's amazing really, and even better when you see it then described in the books. Torches burning with golden flames that lit up the huge room, with four long tables that stretches more than halfway within the room. The wicks of floating candles illuminates the faces of several students that were already sitting around the tables. As I grin at America, who beams in return, I look in front of me to see smaller tables, seated with professors.

Professors Mcgonagall stops in front of a stool, which had a brown, ancient looking hat on it. "Now, before we begin Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

I look behind her to spot this guy that looks even more ancient than the hat. He has a lengthy snow white beard and glasses with the smallest lenses I've ever seen on the brim of his nose. "There's a few start of the term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a painful death."

I flinch, turning slightly to see that it wasn't only me who was freaking out a bit.'What a nice speech.' I think sarcastically.

"When I call your name, you will come forth," Professor Mcgonagall unravels a protracted scroll in her hand and continues. "I will place the Sorting Hat onto your head and you will be sorted into your houses."