A/N: This flashback/arc is going to take a while. Probably 5 chapters or more. So, yeah. It's going to be about the Magic Trio and a few Nations that's related to them, showing their earlier years in the wizardry world.

When it was the Nation's turn, England goes in first to see four wizards standing at the front, wearing clothes according to their houses. Out of the corner of England's eyes, he sees something fly pass the window outside. It looked like a dragon but he ignored it.

Godric Gryffindor, who wore orange clothes. Helga Hufflepuff wore yellow clothes. Rowena Ravenclaw is blue and Salazar Slytherin wears green. Each of them created their own House: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin respectively.

England's eyes roamed the hall, seeing four lanes of tables. The first year students before him had already been divided into their own houses.

"Take a seat, my child." Helga Hufflepuff smiled sweetly and gestured to a stool in front of the founders.

England followed obediently and sat straight. "What is your name, son?" Godric Gryffindor asks before putting his Sorting Hat on England's head.

"Arthur. Arthur Kirkland." The British boy answered in a polite tone.

"Well, oh my, what a heroic name. Arthur." Rowena Ravenclaw commented.

"You may put the hat now." Salazar Slytherin pointed out, and Godric followed his friend's command. Godric then falls back to his fellow founders and waited for the decision of the hat.

"Hm... Arthur Kirkland eh? But in truth, you are England." The hat whispered in his ear.

"H-Huh? How do you-"

"Know?" The hat finished England's sentence and laughed. "My child, I can read your mind. This way, I can determine to what house you belong to."

"You strongly believe in your ideals and thoughts, and you fight for them. That is such bravery and courage, especially when your rival (France) badmouths your beliefs and rituals. You are very hard working, you would do anything and everything to get what you want an in the end... You shall receive what you have sought. No doubt you are smart and quite brainy, but pride makes you look like a fool. Not only that, you are swift, tricky, and cunning. Not to mention your foul language."

The Sorting Hat had said a lot but couldn't come to a conclusion. This boy has traits of all the houses. It's absurd but possible, and it's causing trouble.

The hat turned to the founders. "My dearest founders, I cannot decide where to put him for he has the traits of all houses." It claimed.

The students gasped in shock while the four founders look surprised.

"Perhaps a vote?" The hat suggested.

"I vote Gryffindor." Godric immediately voted. "Look at his eyes! It says that he's a courages young man, no fear!"

"Ravenclaw. From his very posture, you can see how noble he is. That is intellect." Rowena followed.

"I say Hufflepuff. Did you see his smile? It was heartwarming, sweet and radiant like the sun. Look at his boots, the scraped leather and scratches says that he has walked and ventured far. His small hands indicates his hardships from its very texture, rough." Helga pointed out.

Salazar pointed out nothing but said that England belonged to Slytherin. Salazar thought that he was a pure-blood, since the hat considered him and said that he has traits of all the houses. The Hat didn't know if Nations can be considered as a pureblood, so it decided that Nations are purebloods.

The founders had fought over the boy who has all the traits of the houses. The students whispered to each other, talking about Arthur.

The chaos ended when England had spoken. He decided for himself, he chose what house he thinks suits him.

"I want to be a Slytherin." England said with resolve.

The hall went silent, and the three founders looked at Salazar who had a grin on his face. "Now, my child, you may proceed to your brothers and sisters in the Slytherin table." He gestured to the table where a green banner was hanged.

Godric removed the hat from England's head and the boy went to his destined house. The Slytherins applauded and welcomed him to the house.

In England's head, he truly belongs here. Everything the hat said is true, but England knows himself far more better than anyone else. He's too prideful, he admits he's sly and cunning, and he loves teasing someone... badmouthing them.

But it might be the influence of Scotland.

The next student was called in, and the next who entered has strawberry blond hair with rustic red eyes. Others see it as rustic-colored eyes but others say it's red. Romania happily skipped going to the front, humming a tune.

"My child, seat." Godric smiled warmly and waited for the boy to sit on the chair. "What's your name?"

"Vladimir Popescu, sir." The boy smiled cheerfully.

One thing is for sure, Romania's presence and happy atmosphere is infectious. It made everyone feel joyful.

Godric puts the Sorting Hat on top of Romania's head and once again, goes back to his fellow founders. They waited for the hat to decide.

"My, oh my, another Nation. Don't worry my child, I won't tell anyone." The hat pointed out.

"That's cool." Romania commented.

"Very mischievous, and you're quite a troublemaker yourself. You like to do things your way but you respect the decision and actions of others. Not only that, I see that you are very friendly and obviously cheerful. And you are a hard worker as well, my dear boy." The hat paused, thinking of what house it shall put Romania on.

"Do you want Hufflepuff? Or Slytherin?" The hat asked, giving Romania a chance to choose.

"Hm... Hufflepuff sounds good but..." Romania crossed his arms and closed his eyes to think about it thoroughly.

"I feel like I'm going to be the black sheep when I go to Hufflepuff from all my mischievousness. Slytherin will do." The Romanian nodded his head, liking his decision.

"Slytherin!" The hat announced, making the Slytherin house applaud once more.

Romania goes over to his house's table and he was welcomed by the students. He and England had a little squabble and a glaring contest before calming down.

Two great boys have gone to Slytherin. Godric thought, looking at Salazar. He gave the Slytherin a smile, and his friend smiled back right at him.

The doors opened once more and it reveals Bulgaria, who was looking a little nervous. His eyes roamed around like he was watching a table tennis match. Romania laughed at his expression, having a nice laugh once again in months.

"My boy, what is your name?" Rowena asks the Bulgarian.

"I am Nikola Dimitrov, madam." Bulgaria answered, trying to be as polite as he can. He even bowed, causing Rowena to smile in amusement.

"Take a seat." Rowena says, to which Bulgaria followed.

Godric puts the hat for the sorting on top of Bulgaria's head and goes back to wait with his fellow founders. Bulgaria finds the hat scary, feeling like it's eating his head or brain.

"Don't be afraid, Bulgaria. I'm not going to hurt you, just like what I did to your friends I'm going to read your thoughts and memories to decide which house suits you better." The Sorting Hat assured the raven-haired boy.

Bulgaria shook his head sideways, meaning that he trusts the hat's words. He waited for the decision of the hat.

"Hm... You're far more friendly than your friend Romania, that's for sure. You're always considerate about others, thinking before speaking. You make sure you hurt no one, and you try not to trouble someone else. Even if you're quiet and choose not to speak, you are a good listener. But my dear boy, remember, do not hide the power that you have." The hat advised Bulgaria at the end of its contemplation.

"No doubt, he is a Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat said.

The Hufflepuff house cheered and clapped for Bulgaria. The raven-haired boy felt flattered and somewhat shy. "Go on, my dear boy. You are now a proud Hufflepuff." Helga smiled sweetly at the boy, and she clapped fastly with joy and delight.

Bulgaria goes over to the Hufflepuff table and is welcomed by his housemates. Romania on the otherhand pouted and puffed his cheeks.

"Maybe I should've chose Hufflepuff." He said, his arms crossed. "But wait, since we're in different houses... That means we're rivals! I'm going to beat him in every way!" The Romanian laughed, rubbing his hands together as he started scheming.

England, who's beside him, sweatdropped. He pitied Bulgaria who has a friend like Romania. People like Romania are hard to deal with.

It was time for the next student to enter the hall. Who entered next is Norway, and he walked like he owned the place. His pokerface caused the rest to shiver.

"Young lad, what's your name?" Salazar asked the Norwegian.

"Lukas Bondevik." Norways replied in a monotonous tone that matched his facial expression.

"Seat down, Lukas." Godric gestures to the chair and Norway sat there.

Godric puts the Sorting Hat on Norway's head and leaves to go back to his spot with the other founders. Norway wasn't feeling excited or nervous, he just felt like it's something normal.

"Another Nation, Norway's your name, right?" The hat asked. The boy just nodded in reply.

"Very hard working, that's for sure. You're quite... Mysterious and you want to be in solitude because that is where peace is. You are a man of few words, and a man of a few emotions as well. No doubt that you are smart and quick-thinking. You are quite curious but everyone finds it hard to read your thoughts because of your tough expression." The hat had one house in mind that would suit Norway.

"Ravenclaw!" It announced, causing a loud cheer and applause from the Ravenclaw house.

"Welcome, Lukas Bondevik, to Ravenclaw!" Rowena smiled.

Norway bowed towards her for a sign of respect and headed to the Ravenclaw table where a blue banner was hanged.

The four Nations let themselves get comfortable with their classmates and fellow students from their houses as they waited for the Sorting to finish. The first years, second years, and third years are already done. Now, they were in the middle of going through the fourth years. The students who were finished a lot earlier got bored, restless, and impatient since they've been waiting for what it seems like forever.

The next student from the fourth year entered, and it was Scotland. The Nations turned to look at him, watching and waiting how he'll handle things.

The redhead walked like a punk, showing arrogance and superiority. Some of the students immediately don't like him, and others took note not to go near him.

"What's your name, young man?" Salazar asks, eyeing the boy. To Salazar the boy has great potential, but the other founders didn't fail to notice it too.

"Allistor Kirkland." The redhand replied with a smug look.

Salazar turned to look at the Slytherin table to look for a blond boy with green eyes. He found the boy, and he was looking at Scotland.

"Ah, the brother of Arthur I assume?" Salazar said.

"More or less." The redhead replied, making everyone wonder what he meant. Most came to a conclusion that they're step-brothers, and their hair color just proves it.

The founders knew that Scotland has a high chance going to Slytherin because his brother is there.

"Well then, take a seat young man." Godric waited for Scotland to sit before putting on the Sorting Hat. He then left and goes back to his spot.

"Scotland, eh? You have a bad temper, you get irritated easily, and you say a lot of foul language. But, despite all that, you care for the people you hold precious. You may not show it directly, but you still try and manage to protect them. Just like your brother, you are cunning and swift. And you are very, very sly." The hat whispered to Scotland's ear.

"He belongs to Slytherin!" The hat announced.

The Slytherin house applauded, welcoming another student. Scotland goes to the table and ignored anyone who tried to start a conversation with him.

"Well, it seems your brother's a Slytherin too." Romania pointed out, smirking at England.

"Hm, none of us went to Gryffindor." England changed the subject.

"Looks like no one's courageous and brave to fit in Gryffindor." Romania commented.

"I am fit to go to Gryffindor. I fit in all houses." The brit bragged.

"Yeah, and you chose Slytherin."

"But you chose Slytherin too!"

The two fought once again, calling each other names and they try to brag about everything they have. Bulgaria was already making friends, actually he has already made countless friends. Norway was trying to be alone, not wanting to engage in any conversation but tries to politely decline anyone who wants him to join their circle friends. Scotland on the otherhand was plainly ignoring anyone and everyone around him, causing his fellow Slytherins to think bad of him.

The sorting continued until the seventh years are done.

It was after that when Rowena announce that every single student would start from the very basics even if they're from the seventh year. Because they lacked planning and they didn't think a little bit further, the four founders made a mistake in the education system. And so, Rowena had something to announce.

For the first quarter of the month, they would all have the same lessons. In the second quarter, the professors would judge if the students would go to the higher years, depending on the wizard's capabilities. But of course, if the student is a first year, the student would have first year lessons and be with his fellow first years. If the student is a seventh year, he can move up to the next lessons.

(A/N: Actually, I just messed up the whole first batch thing because I don't how to explain the fact that wizards can enter Hogwarts even if they're like... 15 years old and above. Lol. Please forgive my lack of explanation and lame writing at the end.)