A/N: Some friendly reminder on Human Names that I use:

Bulgaria - Nikola Dimitrov
England - Arthur Kirkland
Norway - Lukas Bondevik
Romania - Vladimir Popescu
Scotland - Allistor Kirkland

A little boy rides on his white horse, running wild and free in the field. The grass on the ground are in vibrant colors, looking fresh and inviting. A few flowers were seen sprouting here and there. It was truly a meadow.

It was a blond boy riding on his white horse in the field. He looked like a prince, but his clothes said otherwise.

The boy's laugh from the pleasure of it all came to a stop when his fairy friend appeared on his right shoulder. It was small, almost the size of the boy's hands. Fluttering its wings, the little fairy rested it finally and sat on the boy's shoulders.

"Oh, there you are, Elena!" The boy smiles, seeing his friend once again. He made the horse stop and they stood in the middle of the field.

"What brings you to my presence?" The boy asked.

"I hear that people like you are coming together in one place." The fairy says, which was quite vague.

"What?!" The boy panicked. "Another war is going to happen?!"

"Not war, silly!" Elena laughed.

The boy frowned, feeling insulted. But the fairy's laugh was soothing to the ear, making him positive about everything.

"Then, what would it be then?"

"People with magic are gathering! Well, I don't if they're called people but they look like you and have magic like you!"

The boy scoffed. "That won't happen. People with magic? Hmph, all the people I've seen with magic are greedy and lustful. There would be no peace, only chaos."

Elena frowned, since she hoped that he would be happy to hear the news. She stood up and spread her wings, diving into the air and started to fly around.

"Promise me England, when it really does happen, join them. Don't be so isolated from the rest." With that final statement, the little fairy disappears, turning invisible.

The blond boy grumbled something only he can hear and understand. To him, it was rubbish. What Elena said is something that only happens in fool's dreams.

"Come on, Ace. Let's head back to the village. I bet France is going to show up in another ridiculous outfit." England and his horse raced back to their village.

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

1000 AD

"Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?!" England had grown to a young teenager, with a physical appearance of eleven. He was going crazy, unable to find the witches and wizard's hideout.

With only a single candle to light the room, it was quite dark. The table and maps are well lit, since the candle was placed on the table. It flickered when wind managed to seep through the gaps of the windows.

"Not even a single clue! If only Elena was here!" The blond lets out a heavy sigh, experiencing another failure to locate the gatherings of wizardkind.

The sound of the door opening harshly startled the little boy, making him jolt. Annoyed by the sudden enter, he turned around with furrowed eyebrows.

"Would ya care to knock before entering-" He stopped abruptly, regretting that he yelled and regretted every word he said.

His skin paled and he gulped in nervousness. "W-What brings you here Scotland?"

"I found it." The redhead answered vaguely.

"Found what?"

"The world of wizardry, you fool!" Scotland yelled.

"Really?! Where is it?!"

Without warning or a heads up, the redhead puts his hand on England's shoulders and they transported to another location. The blond, who was shocked, fell on his knees from dizziness.

"You're so weak and pathetic." Scotland walked forward, going on without him.

"Scotland, wait!" England tries to stand up, only to feel like vomiting. "I think I'm going to vomit.... Wait!"

The older brother walked straight to an alley and came across a dead end. He waited for his younger brother to arrive at his side and when he did, Scotland let him rest for a few moments.

"You done now?" Scotlands says impatiently.

"Yeah... yeah I'm alright." England nodded his head, still breathing heavily.

The Scottish goes closer to the brick wall and presses a brick which activated a hidden door. When the door was revealed, he went inside of it and England followed before it closed.

"What the bloody hell was that?! It's amazing!" England said in awe.

They were in a dark alley but Scotland walks out of it and they enter a busy street full of witchcraft. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

After a month of getting involved with wizardkind, England had bought a broom, a wand, and other essentials that a wizard needs. He grew comfortable to seeing magic everywhere.

The British boy was eating his breakfast in the human world, which was a stale bread and a bowl of soup. His fine and peaceful breakfast was disturbed when someone entered the room without warning. It was Scotland, his brother.

The older brother slams his hand on the table, startling the little boy. He smirked, enjoying the boy's startled expression. "You're going to school, Iggy."

"School?!" The boy looked at his brothers' hand on the table and saw that he had slammed an envelope sealed with a red wax.

"I know everything there is to know about my country and the world."

"This is no ordinary school, dimwit. It's a school of wizardry and witchcraft. It's Hogwarts."

"Hog... Hogwarts?! That new school?! But it was just a rumor!"

"They built a castle in my place, that's where it is."

"B-but the rumor just started a week ago!"

"Agh! My idiotic stupid little brother, magic!"

"Oh... Thats's right."

"Anyway, it's too late for you. I have already enrolled you and it seems that Hogwarts has accepted your presence."

"How about you? Aren't you going to enroll?"

"I already did, wanker. I'm going to enroll as a fourth year student."

"You're skip three years of school?!"

"I look like I'm fourteen, so it's appropriate."

"How are you going to catch up with the basics?"

"I'm Scotland, I can do anything."

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

Using horses to go to Hogwarts, the two brothers brought the basic essentials they need. Clothes, brooms, wands, blankets and some items they seem to can't let go.

They had to go through mountains, muddy roads and dense forests. Before arriving at Hogwarts, they rode on a boat to cross the lake. It was England who rowed the boat, while his older brother complained how slow the boat was going.

Landing on land, Scotland got up first and goes to the entrance where wizards are all crowded together. England followed, almost tripping here and there. He lost sight of Scotland with all the people moving and bumping each other, making him alone.

"Well, well, if it isn't bushy eyebrows." Hearing a familiar voice, England turns around to see Romania, a fellow Nation who has the ability to use Magic.

"Now, now, If it isn't the blood-sucking vampire." The blond countered.

"Yeah, a vampire that can use magic. How awesome is that?" Romania smirked, crossing his arms.

"Oh yeah? Where's your fangs?"

"They're still growing, idiot."

"Idiot?! You wanker, you are the idiot!"

"No! You are!"

The two glared at each other and had a staring contest until they started to brag everything that they have.

"Look at my broom, it's body is made out of the finest oak tree there is!" England says with his chin high in the air.

"That's nothing! Look at my wand, it's well-crafted by a famous wandsmith. You can obviously see its detailed design and complex structure."

"You two sound like idiots."

Looking to their side, they see another familiar face. He always had a pokerface on, even now.

"Norwa-"

The Norwegian hit Romania in the head with his wand to stop him from fully calling out his true name. "It's Lukas. Remember that."

"What are you two even doing here? This is for wizards of my kind only!" England pointed out, crossing his arms.

"Just how narrow-minded can you be, little brother?" Scotland appears behind England and hits him in the head. "Hogwarts may be a British school for wizardry but it doesn't mean it's only for British people."

"Hello Scotland." Romania and Norway said in unison, bowing at the same time as well. They only did that because they fear the redhead.

"Hello, Romania," Scotland bows his head slightly towards Romania. "Norway." Then bows slightly towards Norway.

"I thought we aren't allowed to say our real names?!" England pointed out.

He earned a smack in the head by Scotland. "Shut up, idiot."

With an announcement from a person in charge, all the wizards lined up according to their year. Scotland was rows away from England, standing on the line for the fourth years.

England, Romania, and Norway stood beside each other in the first year line but they won't talk to each other. It was rivalry between them.

The first years goes in first, trying to keep in line.

"Guys! Wait!" The three Nations heard another familiar voice and they all looked back to see a raven-haired boy with green eyes.

"Bulgaria!" Romania's eyes sparkled. No one knows what it meant. It may be delight to see a friend, or delight to see him suffer.

"Idiot." England and Norway chorused,  hitting the vampire in the head. "You just yelled his true name real loudly."

"Uh... I mean my friend Nikola Dimitrov from Bulgaria!" Romania yells, to correct his earlier ruckus.

(A/N: Fudge it. I searched the internet for Bulgaria's name, for at least a common name people use for him. I see a lot of "Milen Hinova" but honestly, I don't like the name. But I saw a Bulgarian who said his own version of Bulgaria's name, which is "Nikola Dimitrov". Heck, it sounds cooler than the other one. So, guys, remember... Nikola Dimitrov is Bulgaria.)

Romania waves his hands for Bulgaria to go over to their direction, and the raven-haired did go over to their spot. He stood behind Romania and they continue to go inside the castle.

"You're enrolling too?" England asked.

"Yes, though I was late because I tried to save a black cat on the way here." Bulgaria wipes the sweat from his head.

"I'm happy that you're enrolling, mate! It's going to be fun!" Romania puts his arm around Bulgaria and laughs.

The line stops and the Nations looks at the front to see that they were far from the entrance to the hall. They knew that they're going to stand and wait for their Sorting for quite a while.

The first years one by one goes to the front of the hall to be sorted out by the four founders who created the four houses of Hogwarts. They are the most brilliant witches and wizards there is to know.