Turn of Events

Chapter 1

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Romano grumbled as the blond sleepily put an arm around his waist, grumbling about his beauty sleep. "Sure, we'll go there soon. Vene'? He's heading over to your place, but you didn't hear it from me. Wanted it to be a surprise. Working on his sneaking skills, and shit like that."

"Shud'up 'n' sleep, stupid," the Canadian mumbled. Romano gave a few more agreements before he bid his farewell to England. Canada yawned, tightening his hold on Romano. "Wha'd 'e want?"

"For us to go to Scotland. Said his brothers would take over your paperwork."

"What about yours?"

"Seborga can handle it."

Canada smiled as the shorter kissed his cheek gently, moving off the couch soon after. "Did he say why?"

Romano shook his head."No, he wanted to explain with all of us there." He stretched, popping his back and fingers as he did so. Canada simply yawned once more before putting on his glasses. "See, that's one of the things that creeps me out about you. Who the fuck just wakes up and doesn't try to pop their back? Insane people, I tell you."

"It's probably because you're so short."

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

Shortly after their exhange, they made their way to England's home within a small town. One of the many perks of being a nation is the supernatural benefits, which allowed them to arrive quickly as it was considered an emergency by England.

The Englishman explained that there was a magical issue within his country, and needed the help of three nations whom he trusted dearly.

"Harry Potter is meant to study under the protected walls of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named," he crosses his legs and leans back. "I'd interfere myself, but I can't, as a large majority within my country believes him to be right."

"But why us, specifically?" Italy asked the Englishman as he finished his explanation. "Aren't there more qualified nations willing?"

"Or even humans?" Canada adds.

England shook his head. "Unfortunately, no. I can't risk any more human lives just because that... bastard is running amok."

He scoffs, "That school is meant to be the safest in the world, and yet he's gotten by twice now." Shaking his head, England looks back up. "It's just for one year, and afterwards, Scotland'll find replacements for the school. So, any preferences?"

The two Italians shared a look. Canada smiled softly. "I can be the music teacher," he suggested. England nodded, then looked at the brothers, whom where quietly whispering in their language. When they looked at the other two, Romano answered, "I'm the assistant, then. Veneziano's the art, er, whadd'ya call it."

"Teacher-"

"Teacher! Yes that."

"Alright, then, we've our order." The Englishman scratched his cheek in thought. "Now, I know Canada used to go to Beauxbatons, but have either of you been involved in any magical world?"

Italy nodded. "We have, but we've never had the time to visit nowadays, what with our influence on meetings."

"Tch, I don't even think that many people even know we've got a magical society. Damn thing's been basically deserted, last I saw it."

"I wouldn't say that. It's sort of like a small town now!"

"But, England," Canada interrupted the brothers, "what do we go as?"