1 August, 1971

In a small room, too dark to be able to see, laid a battered young man. His red eyes, before fierce red with joy and pride in it, now turned dull with no hope. His silverish-white hair was full of dirt and dried blood. His body, too thin to be normal was riddled with scars, marks and symbols carved on it. In the harsh winter, what covered him was just a single thin piece of clothing, more suitably called as a rag, with no pants and shackled to the cold, rough floor.

Light footsteps could be heard on the wooden stairs, and a single candle and a towel were carried by a young man with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. Softly the newcomer greeted him, acted as if his voice could break the battered man.

"Prussia…" The man called softly, kneeling on the floor.

There was no response from the so-called 'Prussia'

"Come on…You're much stronger than that. Don't give up…"

The battered man glanced, and began to laugh.

"D-don't give up he says! Hahaha, really!? Any person would want to give up and kill themselves rather than being in this hellhole!" His laughter changed into a snarl, "You wouldn't know how it felt… After all, that bastard had forgotten all about you and turned to me for the past decades!"

With a sigh, the brown haired man resigned himself from encouraging the prisoner and turned his focus to the wounds. It wasn't a pretty sight at all; pus came out from the whipped wounds. Before he could reach for the medicine that he hid in the room, Prussia stopped him.

"It is fine, Lithuania. I rather die than being his toy for 24 hours anyway. Just leave and pretend that I do not exist anymore."

"B-but…"

"It fine, I said! Just GO!" Prussia growled, and Lithuania hurriedly took his stuff and shot a worried glance, before he disappeared.

Soon, Prussia was greeted by the darkness, again. He sighed painfully; it had been a long time since he had drank a cup of water. A punishment for spitting in the bastard's face, he guessed.

His eyes closed to block out the pain pulsing on his back, before his ears caught another footstep going down the wooden stairs. He bit his lips, waiting for a kick to the stomach or whatever, but it never came.

Wondering who was in here with him, he opened his eyes and was greeted by a pair of brilliant, blue eyes which looked at him sadly.

"I was sent here to help you; I did not guess it was this bad…" The old man looked at him sadly.

Prussia looked at the old man confused and asked, "Who are you?"

"Ah, my name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you can call me Albus or Dumbledore."

Prussia looked at the man who has a straight, silver long beard and blue eyes behind half-moon glasses.

"So Albus, how can you be here? Please don't tell me you're a ghost created from my lonely mind. I'm not that pathetic."

"I'm not a ghost, I've been requested to save you by your friends."

Prussia raised his brows questioningly. "Friends?" He scoffed, "For more than twenty years, I've been in this condition and they decided to save me now? Then tell them that I do not need any pathetic saving after all these years." Prussia growled. "Heck, I've been under the same torture by West's son of a bitch leader! You can return to one of those friends, and tell them that their kindness are not accepted!"

Albus looked at the man sadly, "They gave me a letter for you, I hope you would read it at least." He took the letter from his pocket and handed it to the growling man. Prussia roughly took the letter, ripped it open, and read it.

"Dear Prussia,

Knowing you, you would think of ripping this to shreds, however if you are reading this, then I would like to inform you that Albus here is one of the greatest wizards in my country, so don't worry about it. After Lithuania's daily report, some researches and Germany's begging, we have decided to free you from Russia for you're half innocent and those years with Russia would have paid off your crimes.

For the plan to work, we would like you to be thought as dead, as Russia do know about the magic side. I have taken your bank and used your Iron Cross as the key to open it. It hasn't been touched, and you are going to be enlisted as one of the students in the school.

Apologies that we have dissolved Prussia under false information, however we can't undo it as it would bring another conflict. Know that America, France, Canada, Austria, Hungary, Spain, The Italy (They were certainly different from their usual aloofness), Germany, and Scotland are involved in this plan.

Sincerely,

England."

"Hah, and I need to act dead! Aren't I already dead? Prussia is dead. My name now is only Gilbert Beilschmidt, and I have been stripped from all the glory that I had! Sure then, why not! I'll return and show them what they have done all these years!" Prussia stood, despite his trembling legs, his eyes burning under anger and madness.

Albus felt a small fear inside him, to see the former nation looking so deadly and seemed like he could kill everyone in his current condition, but he shook it off. "I see that you have accepted the request. We should go now then."

Prussia nodded, his eyes still looking at Albus sharply. "So I'm going to be shrunken, no? Can't exactly have a battered man roaming in your school."

Albus nodded, "If you wish to do it now, very well." He muttered a spell and waved his wand a few time. After the sudden smoke disappeared, Gilbert looked at his hand and saw that it became shorter.

"It worked, we should go now then. Wouldn't want that bastard to come here when I finally can have my freedom."

Albus nodded, casted an illusion of a weaken Gilbert. "He will slowly die, and no one will think that you have been helped by someone. Be ready, we're going to Disapparate now." Albus took Prussia's fragile hand, and disspeared.

Gilbert immediately fell to the ground, and puked although there isn't any food or water inside. Wiping his mouth, he stood up again shakily.

"Where are we now?" Gilbert looked to the left and right. "Is this the school?"

Albus nodded, "We are going to the hospital wing, and you need to be healed."

Albus guided him towards the Infirmary and was immediately approached by a woman who seemed to wore the nurse costume.

"Is he the boy, Dumbledore? My, he needs to rest right now! Bring him in carefully!" The woman commanded Albus and showed him where to put Gilbert.

"How can he be in this state?" The woman worriedly asked.

"Pomfrey, please calm down. The boy, Gilbert Beilschmidt, turns out to live in a rough adopting family."

"And how could your friend just informed you recently about this!? The kid clearly got a lot of beating!" Pomfrey told him worriedly, before giving Gilbert a Dreamless Sleep potion. Gilbert grimaced at the taste, before falling asleep.

"The man that took control of Mr. Beilschmidt was a powerful man with a high rank. Procedures would be needed to release the child from his grasps."

Pomfrey nodded, accepting the excuse although grimacing. "Is he going to stay here? There's still a month more before the school starts."

Albus touched his beard, thinking. "Possibly, and I might give him a tour to the Diagon Alley."

"It would be great for him. The kid would probably have trauma after the beatings he had."

"Very well, I'll give him the tour when he wakes up. I'll be returning to my office first." After Dumbledore excused himself, he disapparated to his office.

My first Hetalia x Harry Potter fic! Whoo! And I haven't read the book for a long time, although I'm currently rereading it, so the characters may be a little bit ooc. And Prussia may seem pic because he's half mad under the intense torture, but he'll revert back. And I need Beta-testers although I do not know how it works...And this probably have Gilbert changing the future a little bit, and rest is daily lives of Prussia in Hogwarts. Constructive Criticisms and Suggestions are welcome! Flames will be used for my fireplace! ^J^