When the most awesome trio in the world: Prussia, Denmark, and America, take a step too far, their fellow countries decide to send them to Hogwarts! England comes along to make sure the three stay in place and don't destroy the place once and for al...
Prussia woke up the following Monday morning to find a weasel on his chest, beady eyes staring at his face. For a few moments, he just stared at the rodent, uncomprehending. Then he finally got his wits about him and pushed the thing off of him, which fell the ground with a thump and a surprised squeak. He swung his legs over the side of the crimson bed and looked about the room. The other 3 beds spread out along the edges of the circular room, all full of his sleeping housemates. He quickly changed into his robes and pulled on his favorite pair of converses. He looked back to the other three, and decided to begin his reign of terror and awesome pranks. Obviously, they'd get better as he learned magic (He might even have to take them to the next world meeting he could sneak into) He opened his trunk and dug around until he found a airhorn. Letting out a soft, mischievous laugh, he pressed down on button and watched the chaos ensue as the sound blasted through the room.
America was the first to react, practically jumping out of bed and giving a stiff (and perfect, Gilbert noted) salute, while the other two jumped in surprise and simultaneously fell out of bed. They looked up at him from the floor with somewhere between angry or dumbfounded expressions.
"Keseseseses~ You zhould totally see your faces! Zhey're so unawesome it's awesome!"
America relaxed and looked to the other two, a grin widening on his face as he saw their predicament. Prussia messed around as the others got ready. Albus disappeared from the room before anyone could stop him, leaving the three nations behind to get the Great Hall themselves. They eventually got there, Prussia making a stack of pancakes for himself, while America and Denmark headed for the eggs. Prussia's face was full of pancakes as Professor Longbottom passed, handing out timetables. He took his and looked it over.
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A certain American's face brightened at the sight of the timetable.
"Oh look at that! We get to fly on broomsticks on Thursday!"
"Vait vhat? Zhat's vhat 'Flying' means?" Prussia exclaimed, worrying about the payback he was finally gonna get for pretending that broomsticks were guitars.
"Yeah! Iggy told me!"
Speaking of the devil, right as those words left America's mouth, did no other than the embodiment of the United Kingdom (well technically just England it's self) enter the Great Hall. He sent them a quick glance before heading over to his own table at the other side of the hall. Prussia watched the nation go, wondering about what exactly they were to do. The daily mail delivery, courtesy of owls, appeared nearly ten minutes later. The ex-nation noticed some of the students glance at them, for the group had been quite a spectacle the first day they had witnessed the mail delivery system. Among the slight chaos of nearly hundred owls, Gilbird appeared, slightly ruffled and holding a small roll of parchment. Prussia took the parchment, his friends leaning over his shoulders to get a look, much to the annoyance of Gilbird, who had perched himself upon his owner's right shoulder.
