Romania rushed to the Slytherin house, seeing students with wide grins on their faces as they see him pass by. He cursed mentally and tried to focus on the matter at hand, to find the others!

When he entered the Slytherin dormitory, he sees Prussia sitting on his bed. Romania approaches him, which made Prussia lay down. Located at the top of the bunker, Prussia faces the wall and puts a blanket over him.

He looked like a caterpillar in a cocoon. The blanket made it look like he was so small and fragile, which contradicts Prussia.

"Prus-"

"What? You're going to make me look stupid and not so awesome again?" Prussia growled, annoyed.

Prussia has a huge ego and is full of pride. With a while ago's event, he couldn't take it and stormed off, feeling shame and humiliated. This is going to be in his diary, and it's going to suck sounding so uncool.

"Why would I even do that?" Romania had his arms crossed, watching Prussia. He only sees his figure with the blanket covering him. Normally, seeing Prussia like this would make Romania laugh and it would pleasure him to see the 'Awesome' Prussia acting this way but this is a different matter.

"Because we hate each other." Prussia replied in a muffled tone due to the blanket.

"No, we don't. We even belonged to the same house once, Prussia. Germany, you, and I." Romania pointed out.

"Oh please. The House of Hohenzollern?" Prussia scoffed.

"It was the time where Germany was born. Don't talk like the House of Hohenzollern is nothing to you!"

"This is not even about the House of Hohenzollern! Just leave me alone, Romania!" Prussia shoved his blanket away, sitting straight to turn towards his direction and look at him with anger.

A moment of silence passed as the two looked at each other's eyes. Romania showed a hint of worry while Prussia showed anger.

"Just let me be the fool that I am." Prussia was the first to look away.

When Romania was about to turn around and look away, he heard a voice. It belonged to someone unexpected and annoying. It belonged to a snake.

"Let me be the fool that I am!" Draco imitated and cackled like a hyaena, hearing Prussia's last sentence.

Prussia's eyes narrowed at Draco, teeth gritted and fists clenched. Romania lost it and his blood boiled in anger, he feels like doing the most powerful and deadliest curse of all time on Draco, with a fatality of one-hundred percent.

"How long have you been there?" Romania asked with venom.

"Just now. I heard that you're all a couple of newbies who doesn't know how to fly on their broom in their third year. How pathetic." He continued.

Romania snapped and his anger caused magic to show in another form, which is pressure. Just like when Harry Potter unintentionally made a whole glass wall disppear without knowing magic. The pressure was like gravity, and it was a rather strong one, making Draco fall to his knees while Prussia almost fell from his bed. Prussia felt like panicking and freaking out.

Emotions is one thing that a wizard must control. If they can't control it, they're magic powers will affect anything.

The whole room was shaking that is seemed there was an earthquake. The outdated glass windows shattered from the intense pressure and the stationary furniture is moving up and down, going in random places.

"Do you know who I am?!" Draco yelled, threatening Romania even in his state. He started feeling nervous all of a sudden. He feels like he's seen death, the Grim Reaper.

"The question is, do you know who I am?" Romania countered.

Romania is known as the Blood Red Wizard in his normal physical body. He owns a black wand with red highlights. It creates red smoke and spells. During the early and ancient times of magic, he is at fault for a bloodbath war between wizards of Romania and Ireland thus earning his name Blood Red Wizard. Known to live for eternity and never-aging, sights of him in the wizard world happens now and then.

Once he realized that what he is doing is out of control and odd for a normal student who's supposed to be a beginner in wizardry, he calms himself and the pressure went back to normal. Prussia and Draco gasped for air, coughing. They were drenched in their own sweat.

Prussia looks at Romania in disbelief. He's so strong. By just getting angry, he can make a huge mess. He can also put fear in the hearts of men with it. He felt admiration for him, but shrugs it off. Prussia can't admit that he admires someone.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco yells, running out of the room with fear visible on his face. His head has sweat trickling down to his face and neck when he ran outside.

Romania looks at Prussia. He also has sweat slowly making its way to the sides of his face. Prussia's breathing heavily, probably still in shock of the whole thing.

"You okay?" Romania asks.

Prussia nodded, some sweat falling to the floor when his head shook. He still looks like he had seen a ghost. Romania chuckles at this, then proceeds to using magic to put back every furniture and other things back to its respectful place.

He feels like he has convinced Prussia to believe in magic again. Prussia's determination to learn and use magic became even more higher and greater than before.

Not only that, he feels like he had a glimpse or feeling of magic. He somehow feels like he knows how to unlock it but can't think of anything that can help him. Prussia got annoyed by it.

"I assume you're back?" Romania grinned. He rubs his chin as he gives Prussia a victory look.

"Don't get cocky with me sparkle pants." Yup. Prussia is indeed back to normal. His snarky comment and smirk just proves so. His face was even overflowing with joy and awesomeness.

"I told you not to call me that." Romania had a vein popped on his head. That nickname irritates him.

"Who said I'll comply?" Prussia laughs with his 'kesesese'.

"You little bastard." Romania couldn't do anything but watch Prussia be his arrogant self. He's just happy that he managed to make Prussia go back to liking magic.

America still owes me for Twilight. Vampires are cool, not lame!

✣✵The Magic Within Me✵✣

England couldn't enter the Gryffindor dormitory because he is a Slytherin. He cursed in annoyance, not knowing what to do. He could fly outside the castle and enter their room from a window or spell. Also, he doesn't know the password to the Gryffindor house. The fat lady is also quite annoying.

Just as he was about to transform himself as Neville, he heard a male's voice. It belonged to the boy-who-lived.

"Arthur? What are you doing here?" Harry asks. England turns back to see him with Hermione and Ron.

England felt relieved that he didn't change to Neville a while ago or these bothersome three would have seen him do so. He stands straight and clears his throat to answer.

"I wanted to visit Alfred and Matthew since they said they were ill. Elizabeta accompanied them since they are also roommates, and they needed someone to look after them. Unfortunately, I just realized that I couldn't enter since I'm a Slytherin so I decided to wait here until Elizabeta comes out." England explains, lying to them as well. He has a way with words that can make people believe in him.

"Oh..." Ron nods in understanding.

"What are you three doing here?" England changes the subject on them. Now it was his turn to tackle them with questions.

"We forgot our Monster Book of Monsters in the dormitory." Hermione immediately said, smiling. England knows what's a lie based from experience, lying for centuries, and so deemed her a liar.

Although for some reason, England couldn't determine if his fellow Nations are lying. All of them has lived for hundreds of years, maybe they had developed some skills that are very effective on humans but not on Nations.

The wizard Trio has followed England after seeing him on the grounds. It was weird that they can't fly on their broomsticks. It's understandable that they tend to fall off but to fail at lifting their brooms is something else. Hermione deemed them odd and out of the ordinary, especially when she would see them not knowing what to do if it concerns about magic.

"Can you kindly call Elizabeta for me when you get your books? But if Elizabeta is reading something and has a nosebleed, don't go near her, disturb her or talk to her. Elizabeta will hit your head with a pan." England suddenly says.

"Oh, um... Sure" Hermione said with a bewildered face.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion. Hit them with a pan? Now that he said it, Elizabeta does have a shiny pan hanging at her side of the bed.

"Why would Elizabeta have a nosebleed?" Ron asked.

"It's somewhat disturbing so don't ask. You'll never see Elizabeta the same way again."

"I don't want to see him having a nosebleed." Harry shivered. England tilts his head sideways when he heard the word 'him'.

Oh, that's right. They think Hungary's a boy with her hair tied and her uniform being a male's uniform. It's not her fault that the Gryffindor leader placed her at the boy's dormitory.

"Bloody hell." Ron also shivered.

England smirks at their reaction. It's definitely pleasurable. Hermione suddenly realizes that classes would resume in a few minutes and tells it to her companions.

"I would wait here, if ever any of my friends come out." England sighs and sits on the doorway to Gryffindor. The painting guarding the Gryffindor entrance only stares at him.

Harry and his companions let him do so. They left him there and rushed to classes, forgetting the fact that Hermione said about getting the Monster Boom of Monsters. England smirked in victory, he knew Hermione was lying.

If only the ingredient we need is a feather from a Hippogriff, everything would be much more better.

England sighs. The moving painting of the fat lady started to flirt with him but he ignores her. He turned, his back facing her and just sat on the stairs, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hands.

"I feel like I've seen you before." The fat lady comments, eyeing England.

You probably did. I did lots of mischief in the Gryffindor dormitory. England smirks, remembering the old times.

"I'm a Slytherin, I can't possibly have entered or pass here. This is my first time." He lied.

"Deja vu!" The fat lady puts the back of her hand on her forehead.

Moments later, Hungary comes out of the Gryffindor dormitory entrance. She stands there, arms crossed as she stares at the back of England. America walked passed her and suddenly sits down beside England. Canada also goes out of the dormitory and stays behind Hungary a few steps away, meaning Hungary hasn't noticed him.

"Yo." America plainly says. He was oddly not cheerful or pumped.

England looked at him, no expression on his face. He wants America to believe once again. Just because he wants things done, it doesn't mean everything's over or late.

"Ame-" He realized that the fat lady is listening. "Alfred- How do I say this?" England scratched his head, not knowing what to do.

Why is he like this? He gets so nervous or prideful to ask forgiveness, a favor, request, or a second chance. He himself admits that it is crazy.

"To make me go back to class and try using magic? Count me in!" Alfred smiles, grabbing both of England's hand and tightly clasps it.

England went red and his head started spinning. He doesn't know what to do.

Huh? What's happening? What is he doing? Why am I like this?

England couldn't think straight.

Hungary on the otherhand held and covered her nose for a possible nosebleed. Her cheeks went pink and her mind started showing her images of more BL scenes. "This ship is setting sail." She started to fangirl quietly, making soft and muffled sounds that Hungary presumed only she can hear. Canada, knowing what she meant by that, backed away even more and sweatdropped. He totally forgot that Hungary is like that... And that she likes cute boys.

Canada's face paled even more. He's a cute boy, and he knows it. He thought that maybe Hungary is shipping him with other Nations or fellow cute Nations.

"Why are you suddenly... Excited?" England's face is still red and his head is still spinning. America's hand is still holding his.

"Excited?!" Hungary lost it when she heard that word, thinking of a deeper meaning to the word 'excitement'. She finally had a nosebleed and immediately grabbed her handkerchief to wipe the slowly pouring blood that comes out of her nose.

Canada sweatdropped even more and for an unknown reason, he started to shake. A chill run up his spine.

"Hungary and Canada talked to me about it. They wanted me to give magic a second chance, so here I am! Even more excited and pumped." America stands up and dusts himself.

"Stand up Iggy! We're going to be late for classes! Actually, we're even late! So get that butt of yours out of the ground." America laughed.

England didn't feel any annoyance. He was just happy, and his head is still spinning. That is probably the reason to why he wasn't insulted.

Hungary then realizes about the topic that the blonds talked about. She turns her head to the fat lady and glared at her, threatening her not to tell a single soul about what she had heard. The fat lady only nods in fear. In fact she thought that Hungary is a boy, but the truth is she's a girl. The fat lady is so confused.

"I think it's time for me to talk." Canada said. All of the Nations turned their head at him.

England thought that he's screwed, Hungary and Canada saw everything. Hungary on the otherhand didn't notice Canada was behind her. She also felt doom, Canada saw her disgustingly fangirling by herself. That's what she thought.