A/N: Guide to the Nation's Human Names.

America - Alfred F. Jones
Austria - Roderich Edelstein
Canada - Matthew Williams
Denmark - Matthias Kohler
England - Arthur Kirkland
Hungary - Elizaveta Hedervary
Iceland - Emil Steillson
Norway - Lukas Bondevik
Prussia - Gilbert Beilschmidt
Romania - Vladimir Popescu

All the Nations managed to calm down. Some were still panicking on the inside though but some Nations doesn't bother being children again. America, Prussia, and Austria didn't mind the sudden change.

"Woah, woah, woah! Let me get this straight! You want us to go with you, to the world of wizards?!" America repeats. He and and all the non-magic Nations aren't still believing in this magic business. They believe that magic is not reality.

The Magic Trio nodded. "Since you all look thirteen or fourteen."

"Unbelievable." Hungary says in disbelief. She runs both her hand down her face. "We don't even have or know magic!"

"You all do." Norway told her. All of them looked at him with jaws dropped. Is he for real? For centuries of living, they didn't experience or feel having any magic in them.

"Its just that only a few can use it, but if you unlocked the magic in you... Magic is accessible."

"Please, is this one of the believe in yourself kind of speech?" Iceland's eyebrows furrowed. He doesn't want any inspiration and believing-in-yourself speeches because they are living in reality, the world can be harsh at times. "It's useless and annoying."

"You want to be an adult again or what? Cause I want to be in my own original body!" Romania crosses his arms in annoyance from their complains. "This your fault anyways, so you have to comply!" He can't believe how they complain so much when they're the reason why things went down.

The non-magic Nations only grumbled and has no choice but to do as what they are told. The Magic Trio sighed, relieved.

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

The Nations were busy planning on what to do when all of a sudden an owl enters from the stairway and lands at the chair of England. At its beak is a letter.

Norway grabs it carefully and opens it. The Non-magic Nations stared and tried to listen intently, leaning forward. Norway then reads it aloud.

Dear Magic Trio,

Greetings, it's been a long time since we have met. As you all probably know, a prisoner from Azkaban has escaped. Sirius Black has escaped.

I need the help of you three to guard the students, especially... The Boy Who Lived.

From your old friend, Dumbledore.

"Dumbdough? What?" Denmark scratches his head in confusion. The rest also didn't get what the message is.

"It's Dumbledore!" England massages his temples. Then, an idea entered his head and his face brightened.

"Wait, this a great timing! We can enter the world of the wizards without so much trouble. Also, we can get the ingredients needed for you all to go back to normal."

"I guess you all have to enroll at Hogwarts." Norway says with his usual pokerface.

England started to dial his phone.

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

"This is so unbelievable!" America pouts with his arms crossed. "I'm going to school, again!"

England and Norway as adults are with the child Nations, walking in an alleyway. Romania was humming happily, excited. They have been turning corners, entered a bar, exited a bar, and now they stopped at a dead end.

"A dead end? Are you joking with us?" Iceland glares. He doesn't like being so little, obviously making him a little brother.

Norway ignored him and stepped forward, pushing a brick. Then a huge part of the wall turns. The non-magic Nations stared at it in awe. "Come along now." England pushes them to go inside and its like they're in the old times of England. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

"Get your witch hats! Witch hats!"

"There's a free spell book giveaway at the Book of Spells store!"

"Want some charms? We have plenty!"

Austria made a face. "What a huge occult."

"Wait, our clothes will make us suspicious." Romania pointed out and chanted a spell with unfamiliar words. With that, all the mini Nations has their clothes changed.

"Really? Our clothes back in the old days?" Hungary said, having clothes of a boy, her clothes before when she was just a small child. Sighing, she tied her hair up. She looked like a boy in that get-up.

Prussia was even in his Teutonic Knights uniform.

The Magic Trio, with their capes, lead them to a wand shop. Entering, a bell rings, signaling that someone has either entered or left.

"Good day, what may I do for you?" The shop owner says, going down from a ladder. He fixes himself, then approaches the counter and looks at his costumers.

"Oh, sir Arthur! Sir Lukas! My, what a surprising visit we have here. A new and better wand perhaps? And not be rude but where is sir Vladimir, and who might be these children be?" Olivander, the shop owner, looked at the children and smiled. One surprisingly looks like Vladimir.

"Vladimir is currently busy I'm afraid." England replied, then looks at Romania. Romania understood and sighed. He has no choice but to act like a child new to wizardry. Then he walks around the shop, looking for anything he likes with a grin.

"And these children are going to enter Hogwarts so they need wands." England also pointed out. The non-Magic Nations all turned to look at him with a doubtful look.

Seriously? Wands?

"I see. Then lets start with the little lady over here." Olivander gets a simple wand and hands it over to Hungary.

"What will I do with this?" She asks, looking at the wand. It felt smooth and it looks simple with no design whatsoever.

"Give it a whip." Olivander smiles.

Hungary swung the wand and it broke in half. Was that supposed to happen? Hungary thought.

"That's quite odd." Olivander went to get another wand. What he thought that it mysteriously broke in half but Hungary's grip was just too strong.

It actually took a lot of tries, twenty to be precise before she got the right wand. She gave it a whip and fireworks with the color of her flag went out. She smiled in awe.

"Now that, that is a Rosewood with a core of Unicorn Hair and is twelve inches long." Olivander smiled.

Next up was Austria. He only needed three tries until he got the right wand. Music notes started to appear and the playing keys of a piano was heard and it stopped moments after. "Willow with a core of Kneazle, ten inches."

Prussia followed. It took him fifteen tries. He swayed the wand and an image of Gilbird appeared, fading slowly as seconds go. "Made of Holly wood, a core of phoenix feather and is thirteen inches long."

Denmark pushed America to the side, so it was his turn. Norway shook his head sideways. Denmark took eight turns. Swishing it, his flag appeared. "It's Oak with a Troll Whisker core, fourteen inches. What a long wand."

Iceland went after him. Took him two tries. The voice of his pet bird was heard. Mr. Puffin sounded mad. "Ebony, a core of Thestral Tail and is nine inches long."

America and Canada went at the same time and both had exactly twenty-five tries. Stars with the colors of the American flag flew everywhere for America while red maple leaves started falling for Canada. "For you young lad," Olivander said to America. "Yours is made of Mahogany with a core of Kelpie Hair and is thirteen inches long." Olivander then faces Canada. "Now yours is made of Elm with a core of Dragon Heartstring and is also thirteen inches long."

Olivander thought they were the cutest brothers. Or even yet, twins since they look so much alike. Canada was actually surprised that Olivander saw him immediately.

Last but not the least, Romania. "You oddly look like sir Vladimir." Olivander said before looking for a wand. It took Romania a whooping thirty three record of tries. Since Romania has been using magic for years, he needs a wand that can handle years of experience. And he needs a new wand because if people see his gargoyle wand, they'll think he's the famous Vladimir.

When he got the right wand, a thick smoke colored red appeared. "A blackthorn... With a core of a Vampire Snake's blood... And it's twelve inches long." Olivander was so tired from all the tries. The Magic Trio pitied him but Romania had pleasure seeing Olivander tired.

"They're a bunch of exemptions, that I know." Olivander gasped for air.

England payed for the wands and it was very expensive. But for a top wizard like England, it was nothing.

Before leaving, England and Norway bid goodbye to Olivander. "Sorry for the trouble." Norway said as the bell was once again heard.

The non-magic Nations stared at their wands like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. England and Romania chuckled. Norway's lips only curved slightly.

"Next stop is your robes." Norway said as they stop in front if a tailor shop. The NMN (Non-magic Nations) took a good look of the shop. "Robes?" They all chorused.

"It'll make you feel like you're a real wizard." England smirks as they entered. "It gives a huge confidence boost."

When they entered, they see floating needles with strings at its end, sewing cloth while the magic tailors sit. It was clearly the doing of magic. The NMN stared at the floating tools with their mouths open.

"Kindly measure the kids and have robes prepared immediately." Norway ordered. An old woman nodded and snapped her finger and some materials were taking there measurements by their own. The Nations tried not to move around much, watching the tools as they do their work.

"To make things faster, I'll go ahead and buy your textbooks, spell crafting materials and whatnot." England told them and left the store. The NMN didn't even care.

After taking their measurements, scissors started to float and cuts cloth into fine looking robes. Once done, it floated over to them, they wore the robes and Norway nods in approval. Norway payed the old lady and the Nations were in so much awe and excitement about their future.

Exiting the tailor shop, Norway looks at the child Nations. "I almost forgot. Do not say your Nation names in public, understand? We use our human names." He told them.

"We already know that. It's been our rule ever since." Austria pointed out, positioning his hands to fix his glasses but then he notices that he isn't wearing any.

"Next are your messenger animals." Norway enters a shop full of animals and they stopped to look around.

America picked an eagle, which was so obvious of him. Canada has chosen a cougar. No one knows why a cougar was inside an animal messenger shop, and besides the cougar liked Canada so much. Iceland has chosen to use his pet bird, Mr. Puffin. Norway didn't find anything wrong, and besides Mr. Puffin is a talking bird, it would fit perfectly in Hogwarts. All he needs now is to send Mr. Puffin to the school. Denmark chose a flying squirrel. For Austria, he has chosen a parrot. Prussia stayed loyal to Gilbird. Hungary chose a pet tiger. No one knows why that animal is there. Romania chose a bat, and it was as obvious as America.

Now all their pet animals are caged properly, prepared for transportation. The NMN were so happy with their new pets.

"Usually, I would order my gargoyles around to send the letters." Romania muttered but he didn't mind the idea of having a bat do it. Then he smiles, thinking of what will he name his bat.

Once done, they entered a broomstick shop.

"Brooms? What for?" Austria despised the thought of cleaning. He is such a spoiled brat.

"For flying." England has entered the shop with eight individual carts. "Here, get your carts and put the things you bought here. Each has a label of your name so none of you won't get the wrong cart."

The Nations got their carts and placed their messenger animals and boxed wands inside the cart. For how a cougar and a tiger fit in it is magic. Then, they roam around the shop and chose their brooms. All of them chose a rare, special, or one of a kind broomsticks. It was really their lucky day.

For America, he got Wings of Freedom. England had a mini heart attack and he coughed a little amount of blood. Canada received Stealthy Shadow. Ice Walker is for Iceland. Denmark chose Silver Axehead. Austria got a rare Airwave. Awesome Monochrome perfectly fits Prussia. Hungary adored Silver lining so she chose that. Even though Romania has already a broom, he needed a new one. He got a Scarlet Witch.

Now that everyone has everything they needed, they followed the Magic Trio, pushing their carts. They went out of Diagon Alley and into an express way.

"Where are we headed?" Canada asks, looking around. There is a lot of people in coats, and they all looked busy.

"To platform 9 3/4." Romania smirked, happily skipping.

The Nations thought he was crazy. There is no such thing as platform 9 3/4.

"I thought Iggy's place was weird, it's actually even weirder." America whispered to Denmark. Denmark laughed silently with him.

The two adults made a halt and everyone looked around. There is no train. Then they looked upwards to see a sign that says "Platform 9 3/4".

"This is giving me a major headache." Austria massaged his forehead. Iceland agreed with him.

"Run straight to that wall." Norway said, pointing to the wall with straight seriousness. The NMN looked at him like he was crazy.

"Norge, we're not fools to run into a-" Denmark's been cut off by America's yell.

"I've always wanted to do this!" America did exactly as told and its like he entered an invisible portal.

"America?" Canada was in shock. Not only him but everyone can't believe what they had just seen.

"Is this enough for one day already?" Iceland puts a hand to his face, shaking his head sideways slowly.

"Go on, all of you try." England smirks. All them went in one by one with hesitation. When they did, they're in another express way.

The Magic Trio entered and called the other Nations. They all approached him and listened.

"You all go look for a sit in the train." Norway stated.

"How about you?" Iceland asked.

"We'll be taking a different transportation." England smirks.

"Good, cause you'll just be such a killjoy when you're with us." America stuck his tongue out and entered the train, dragging Canada. Denmark and Prussia followed them.

England looked at the remaining Nations. "Elizaveta (Hungary), Roderich (Austria), and Emil (Iceland), you two should watch over the rest. Tell that to Matthew as well. You are the only ones I can count on."

The three felt like they were leaders with the responsibility at their hands. Although it didn't sound too much great for Austria and Iceland.

"Now we must be going." Norway says, starting walking away with England. Romania follows but they stopped him. "You stay with them." They chorused.

"What?"

"You've turned to a child and you're already enrolled in Hogwarts as a student. I am holding you the most responsible when something happens to the rest." England gave a mocking smile. Romania got pissed by his arrogance.

"But I'm mischievous!"

"Then the more we hold you responsible."