After gathering everything that was Harry's America mustered his twin who was shaking in rage. The American didn't know what to do, as it wasn't often that Canada lost the control over his emotions that thoroughly. It was Canada that answered every question America could have asked and decided on a plan of action in one fellow swoop.

"Now, I think it's time to do something against those disgusting excuses of human beings. What I had planned before simply won't do. I will have the Dursleys arrested before the end of the week. Maybe a hex that makes them say only the truth when asked about Harry will be a start. After that the neighbours will tell Petunia that her husband is cheating on her. The police will find Dudley Dursley in the action of drug dealing and will admit the abuse of his cousin as soon as they reach the police station. They will lose every income of money and before they know it the neighbours will lose every ounce of respect they held for them and call the police because of the abuse they put their nephew through. What do you think, America?"

America straightened his position from leaning against the wall and flashed him the 'HERO-smile'. "That's an excellent idea, brother mine. Do you know the necessary spells for it?"

"I studied them just for that purpose alone, dearest twin of mine," Canada responded and a malicious smile filled with glee was the only facial expression America saw.

~O~

Shortly after this discussion the Dursleys were obliviated that America and Canada ever were there and the two of them made their way over to London again.

"Now it's time to gather the books of the Potter-family from Hermione and the dress robe from Ron. Hopefully we are able to gather them before they remember that they have those things in their possession," America said with a thoughtful expression. As no other nation was around it was no surprise for Canada to see his real brother for the first time in a while. It must have been at least a century when he last saw such a thoughtful face. Sometimes Canada was just thankful that most nations were unable to remember him, even when he stood right beside them. It spared him the pain in the ass of creating a mask of fake happiness like many of the others wore because they couldn't show other nations how weak they really were.

"More important is that we can find them one way or the other. Otherwise we have to resort to try to summon them to us and that would be a pretty big problem," Canada answered without so much as even a little pause.

"Summoning is a pain in the ass," America grimaced. Even though he always told England that his friends were his hyperactive imagination he could see them, too. Hell, America had his own magical school, Salem, so he knew about magic, even though he always said that such a thing did not exist. When America became independent he visited his magical school and learned magic alongside many other witches and wizards. The summoning-charm was never and would probably never be his strength. To be honest, America sucked terribly at the summoning charm and had to rely on Canada more often than not to cast it for him.

"Only you, America, suck at the summoning-charm, but do high class magic oftentimes without a single thought," Canada deadpanned. It was quite hilarious to see America on his knees begging him to summon something for him because he couldn't remember where he put it. None the less in situations like this it was a bad thing that one person had to summon things in quick succession in order of not being caught. "If we have to do this you are going to apparate us away as soon as I hold all the summoned things in my hands, got it?"

America agreed readily. Everything was better than apparating with Canada. Normally it felt like being sucked through a straw, with Canada it felt like being put in a mixer and shaken like there was no tomorrow while being cut in little pieces of yourself. In other words, it didn't feel only a little uncomfortable like normal, it hurt like hell.

"Okay, let's see. Point me books of the Potter-family." The wand in Canada's hand twitched and then changed direction. Canada raised an eyebrow, following the wand a little with his eyes. "Well, joy. I hope you are up to a little walk through London," Canada said to his brother. America sighed, but nodded none the less.

"Let's see where it leads us to. I only hope that it doesn't lead us to Gringott's. Otherwise I might start screaming," America said. Canada stopped in his walk, sighing.

"You know, that's a great idea. Would you do me the favour to apparate us to Diagon Alley? Then I can look for a spell that shows us exactly where we have to go and I don't have to stop at every corner to check in which direction we have to go."

America simply grabbed him and soon Canada and America stood in the Leaky Cauldron.

Canada whispered, "That you even remembered where we had to go is ... incredible. I already forgot this strange entrance to the magical alley."

"That's the reason why I am the one who apparates us everywhere and you are the one doing the research on everything new," America said amused. "We do this since two hundred years and we always landed where we wanted to go."

"Yes, we do. But could you stop screaming our age for all to hear, Alfred?" Canada hissed before he smiled softly and left the pub through the backdoor. At first America stared confused after his brother until he realised that through Canada's hissy fit they attracted a bit of attention. The American followed Canada's example and forced his 'HERO-smile' on his face. Seconds later they stood together in a backyard and tapped a brick Canada already had forgotten.

"Seriously, Mattie, it's not that long ago that we were here with Arthur. You have a memory like a sieve," America teased him. All he earned was a foot on his own with full force. He howled in pain and threw Matthew a betrayed look which he ignored with ease. His trainers did nothing to soften the blow; instead it felt like his toes were falling off in pain.

Half an hour after entering the alley they left it again. They earned a few strange looks because they were easily memorable through their clothing. As such many of the customers of the pub remembered them entering the alley just half an hour ago. Canada simply ignored the looks, walking in a fast pace to an alley in the non-magical part of Charing Cross Road. He cast the spell he just had learned, said America where they had to go and a few seconds later they stood in front of a big, sweet house that screamed that those that lived in it had money to spare.

"Dearest brother of mine," Canada started and earned an amused look as response, "would you mind to cast a sleeping spell over the house, just in case that someone is in there or comes home just when we are in there?"

Canada could have casted it himself, normally, but his magical power was not enough to cast it around a big house like that; that was rather America's forte. Canada could cast the spell on a person without a problem, but to cast it as a sort-of-ward was definitely something he would never master. Well, okay, Canada would never master casting any wards.

America rolled his eyes good-natured and cast the spell.

After that they gathered the things they needed and left the house again. Shortly followed a debate if they should keep the spell up until it dissipated itself, but Canada managed to argue against it. The American groaned in despair that his brother was such a goody-two-shoe, but he fell silent when he stood at the other end of Canada's wand. He raised his arms in surrender, grabbed Canada and waited only for the next direction to go. They fell in a routine after the first house and four hours after they touched down in London they were already on their way back to the airport.

~O~

Spain was once again in the kitchen. England, Russia, China, Norway, Iceland, Finland, France and Prussia had joined him in silence. Upstairs they could hear Romano talking to Harry and occasionally the tapping of feet when the boy hurried to the bathroom.

China grimaced slightly when he leaned back in his chair, "Well, that didn't go well, aru," he stated. "We wanted to hinder Harry from getting ill and he wakes up the next morning to run every five minutes to the bathroom. Worse yet, somehow he has to keep his next meal down because we can't wait with feeding him until the illness is over, aru."

France sighed aggravated. "Yes, well. We know that. We can hear him, too, you know? The problem is that we are clueless as to what to do. The last time I had to cure a human is hundreds of years ago! You are the one who is said to be an expert in healing humans. You used many years to study the art of healing, did you not?"

The Chinese nervously opened his ponytail to make it new. "I did. On the other hand I had more time to forget it again. European countries are so brash and young; they always forget how old I am. France, I am over four thousand years old; the last big discovery I personally know of is DNA, aru. My interest in the medical use of herbs and such has greatly diminished after finding a way to repress the nightmares I have, aru. There is no way that I can help Harry, if I don't even know if it is a magical illness or if he got ill when he arrived back at his relatives' home."

"I'm sorry, China," France mumbled, a red tinge on his cheeks in embarrassment. "It's just that I hate to see him suffer more than necessary, you know?"

"I do," China sighed, staring out of the window. "I accept your apology, France, and I will see into it, so that Harry will get better as soon as possible."

"England or Norway should know if it is a magical illness, right?" Finland asked. Iceland threw him a look that clearly stated, "You just this morning admitted that you know of magic, why don't you know if he has a magical illness?"

England coughed embarrassedly, "I never got my healer apprenticeship, so I'm an absolute terrible choice."

Norway, Finland, Iceland and China gave him a look that clearly said, "What the hell, England?"

The island-nation simply shrugged helplessly. He tried to become a healer, but every healer he talked to admitted that they didn't want to take him as an apprentice as he seemed as a person who simply would start screaming if the necessary spells would not work on his first try. He admitted that he was not the most patient person out there, but none the less he was peeved that they thought so little of him; he was their country, damn it! It wasn't like he would start cursing his citizens only because his magic didn't work properly!

"I could probably do it. The only thing needed is that he trusts me to cast the spells; otherwise the reading will be off," Norway said. Iceland pulled a grimace and sighed finally in defeat. His silver-white hair reflected the light when he moved his head to look at the blond nation beside him.

"I'll assist. I'm apprenticed healer; never had the real chance to work with humans, though, before the war started."

Everybody wondered, but nobody said anything, which war Iceland was referring to. There were many the island himself had fought in.

"Great, then let's do it right away. We can use the time to send Romano down here for a briefing of what is going on exactly," Norway said, his face stoic as ever. The Icelander raised a questioning eyebrow, mirrored by Finland and the just entering Sweden. Denmark blinked in confusion upon seeing Norway and Iceland standing next to each other without arguing over calling Norway 'big brother' or not.

"Well, it seems as if he has taken a liking to the boy and he seems as if he wants to stay, so it's best to get him fully involved in everything that has to do with Harry, don't you agree?"

Finland found himself nodding in agreement. That was a good reason to send the South Italian downstairs.

"Maybe we should mention beforehand that cussing and arguing with Spain is a big no-no as long as Harry's here?" the Finn suggested. "I don't know what happened in this house where Harry comes from, but I can think that the people yelled quite often at him, so it would be best if we don't remind him, right?"

Sweden was the first to agree in his thick accent. America joked often about it, but the other nations found the complicated to understand accent endearing. Iceland mumbled something that could have been an agreement, England and all the other nations in no way related to the Nordic countries could only guess what it meant, as Iceland switched, obviously not in his intention, to his mother tongue, Icelandic. Denmark said nothing, to the big surprise of everyone.

"I can't talk about it," he stated when Prussia asked the question. "I know about magic because I live in a house with Norway and all that stuff, but that's it. So I keep quiet and let the ones talk who know what they do. And I'm neither healer nor doctor. So tell me what approach we'll take and I say yes and amen to it without any idea what I said yes to."

"That's a very mature way to see things," Russia admitted. Having kept quiet until now he shocked more than one nation speaking up now. His lavender-coloured eyes twinkled in amusement and England rolled his eyes at the antics of his mate.

"Thank you, I guess...," Denmark said slowly, while he threw Norway a smug look, stating, "See? Even Russia thinks I'm mature!"

Norway rolled his eyes, annoyed at the behaviour of the Dane, while walking right past him and the Swede in the door. Iceland followed a second later, an almost unseen smile on his lips. Well, actually it was more of a slight upturning of his mouth, but for the oftentimes annoyingly emotionless Icelander that was more than a smile.

Shortly after they heard how the two Nordics went upstairs and talked to Harry and Romano. It was a mere murmur, as such they couldn't make out the words, but after a while they heard a light tapping when a pair of feet hit the stairs. Dark brown hair and a curl on the left side for the viewer was the first thing Sweden and Denmark, both still in the door, saw. Spain turned around, a warm smile on his face. Normally the Italian in front of the gentle giant Sweden would have scowled at the Spaniard. This time a slightly irritated look was the only response Spain received. This shocked every nation, but no one more than the Spaniard himself.

"Let me guess, this impromptu meeting is about Harry, right? Norway and Iceland didn't argue me out of the room only to have me in the kitchen with the tomato bastard," Romano sighed, when he plopped down in a chair. He looked tired, his shoulders slightly drooping when his backside touched the chair. It was with a little shock that the nations in Spain's kitchen realised that they left the normally highly unfriendly nation alone with Harry for the whole morning, letting him take care of the boy, while they were moping here about what to do. Suddenly all of them found the cups in front of them highly interesting and even the pattern of the wooden table was better to look at than Romano.

"I don't hold it against you," Romano stated drily. The amusement was for the other nations invisible, even Spain had no idea what the Italian was really thinking. "But it would help if you started talking right about now about what I need to know to be of help."

It was Russia who gave the silent treatment up, "General information about your charge for the morning would be good, da? England may help me whenever I'm wrong, but I think it would be better if I did it. His name is Harry James Potter, age fourteen, nearing fifteen. He, sadly, lived with his blood relatives, Petunia and Vernon Dursley and their son Dudley. Petunia is the sister of Lily Potter née Evans. The woman hates everything supernatural and what she considers as not normal. As such she mistreated Harry and put him in a cupboard because he was as freaky as her sister. France, Spain and Prussia decided to do something against England annoying every nation for every detail of Harry's life. They kidnapped him and tied him to a chair until he said to England that he hated him. He didn't think it funny when they revealed that there is a book about him. He escaped the rope holding him and revealed the mistreatment at the hands of his relatives, Spain took him with him and made America, who had just arrived, and the other two call the nations that you now see gathered here."

Here Finland took over, after seeing a confirming nod from Romano, "Canada found out that Harry hadn't eaten in a week at least and had to do a lot of chores without food. Spain gave him something to eat and brought him to bed last night, after England was finished with throwing a temper tantrum at Dumbledore, after he threw one at Spain." It was duly noted by all nations that England didn't protest that he threw a temper tantrum. "This morning we woke up and gathered in the kitchen to talk about what we wanted to do now, when you arrived. Iceland offered to look over the wards to hinder owls from finding Harry, Norway will be busy teaching Harry Norwegian and the spells in said language and England will take it upon himself to teach him British history, magical, as well as non-magical."

"First of all someone will be busy teaching Harry the ways of a Lord of an Ancient and Most Noble House. I admit that I am not the best option, but beside Norway the only one available. I don't think that Spain would jump up and down in joy if Romania would find his way here," England said with a suffering sigh.

Spain raised an eyebrow, entering a staring contest with France and Prussia. Blue, green and red eyes narrowed, widened, rolled and did other things one could do with their eyes in a long and silent conversation. Finally France inclined his head in a silent agreement, Spain followed after a little more staring into red eyes. Prussia let out a groan.

"My friends and the awesome me have decided that any nation you consider helpful may come here with the promise that they travel home as soon as their usefulness is over, as we don't have that much space," Prussia said and earned a sharp kick to the shin for his effort.

"You make it sound as if we only want to use them and then ignore that they ever were there, Prussia!" Spain chided, while France's obnoxious "Ohonhonhon~" was heard. "Romania may come here and teach Harry everything he needs to know to take up the mantle of Lord Potter. We would be grateful if Romania or someone else would consider residing in a hotel, as my home in Madrid has not so many rooms to offer like my home further from the big cities."

England, Denmark, China and Sweden looked on in amusement as Prussia and Spain bickered like an old couple, not that anyone of them would ever dare to utter it out loud. Spain's armada may have been defeated and even his days as a big, bad empire may have been over, but that didn't stop England when he was in a bad mood and that didn't stop Spain when he was in a bad mood. The conquistador wasn't only feared within his circle of friends, as Spain had to learn from Romano, when said Italian had had a bad day together with him. The ensuing shouting match was still remembered from both sides in vague amusement and exasperation. But if Spain was a bad idea, Prussia wasn't that much better. Prussia had been a big empire that consisted of half of Poland at the time and the whole of East Germany and even at some time warred over a part of Austria. The ex-nation may not have had a large armada like the Spaniard and even the "Seeflotte" of Prussia wasn't that big of a threat, but he could fight and when he fought it hurt.

"I will ask Romania as soon as this short meeting is over," England said, converting his laugh to a cough just in time.

Germany entered the room, a frown on his face. One look to Prussia and Spain made the expression tend more to exasperated amusement. In the hands of the German was a stack of papers. As if the two bickering nations had sensed the entry of the tall person they stopped talking and turned around. Green and red eyes displayed innocence and vague interest to what Germany had to say. If the blond German needed any more evidence that the two of them hindered the meeting with their friendly banter this was it. Neither Spain nor Prussia ever paid much attention in the World Meetings, so the attention on him with a lot of papers in his hands was impossible. Before the German could start though, America, Canada, Norway and Iceland entered the room together. To be honest all the nations were surprised they didn't hear America as soon as he had entered the house. That was the next question: How did Canada and America enter the house of the Spaniard without ringing the bell?

"Iceland saw us through the window," Canada explained in his soft voice. It was England who saw the silent rage in his lilac eyes and asked.

"What is it, Canada? I dare say that I know you enough to see that something's wrong," England stated, a concerned, worried, confused expression on his face. From all the nations Canada had had the pleasure to look behind their masks, England's was the one he couldn't figure out. England himself looked like a tsundere, a nice and caring person who knew his emotions quite well. That wasn't true, Canada had to learn; England had no idea about his emotions and how to show them properly. He relied heavily on Russia, ironically enough America and Germany to see what he wanted to express without him actually saying anything. If one wanted to know what England felt one had to be good at guess-work. Canada failed on a regular basis, not that anyone knew of his trouble to really understand the Brit in front of him.

Before the Canadian could open his mouth, America interrupted with something akin to panic in his eyes, "Ah, Iggy, dude, we had the surprising pleasure to get to know three of your citizens, and weren't they nice?" Here the nations heard clearly the sarcasm dripping on the ground like molten honey.

Russia's violet coloured eyes flared to life as he pieced together what America wanted to say, "Ah, so they really are such delightful people like I guessed?"

For the first time in forever the nations didn't shiver in fear when the Russian's purple aura came up to play a little. They sent him a look that clearly stated that he wouldn't be the only one having his fun with these... humans. Finland pressed his lips together to not jump up and strangle England until he allowed them to hurt these creatures as much as they had hurt Harry. Something inside of him screamed in rage at the unfairness of the situation and he wanted something to do. Norway and Iceland glared at the ground. For the first time it got pretty obvious that they were brothers. The other nations threw questioning looks to the silent American who again leaned against the wall. The pale blue eyes sparked in annoyance and caution whenever he looked over to his twin. Canada made no move to comfort his brother or refuse the claim as to what was bugging him. Instead he mirrored America and leaned against the wall on the other side of the door. Even from the posture they were so similar that most nations asked themselves how they ever should manage to see the difference between America and Canada.

"Oh, they really are such nice people. I can totally see why Dumbledore thought that they are good enough people to take care of Harry. We were greeted with a screech that we are freaks. I mean, in a way we are, but none the less she is a stupid bint. Imagine if we didn't know about the magical world and were greeted with words such as 'You are freaks, too, aren't you?' What would the people think of her if she greeted them like that?" Canada spat out venomously.

Russia's famous "Kolkolkol~" was heard in the room. England was pale, his green eyes holding a promise of pain. Spain trembled in rage, his hands twitching to grasp his axe and fly over to England. Prussia and France clung to him to keep him in the room. The Spaniard didn't even react to the added weight and dragged them simply with him. France exchanged a look with Prussia and both snorted quietly. In the tense silence it was heard like thunder and more than one nation snapped their heads up to look of them. At once the tense atmosphere disappeared because the image of Prussia and France being dragged around by Spain was simply too amusing. Sadly Spain didn't seem to think the same as he made a move for the door. The eyes of Prussia and France widened in panic. No, he couldn't just leave and go over to England! When he really did it they could promise that three citizens of England would end up dead one day after their nephew was kidnapped.

"Spain? Where are you going?" a young voice asked from the stairs. Prussia peeped around the Spaniard and saw the messy dark hair of Harry Potter. He leaned against the banister of the stairs, emerald green eyes boring holes into the green ones from Spain. The dark brown-haired man came to an abrupt stop, making France tumble in him because he couldn't stop in time. One dark eyebrow rose in question as he saw the position of the three nations in front of him. None of the ones in the entrance of the house realised that the nations in the kitchen had left the room and now observed from different positions the meeting.

Spain made no move to answer the question and Prussia was bored to keep the position so he answered, "Spain heard of your lovely relatives and decided to visit them to let them pay for everything they have done to you. The awesome me and my less awesome than me friend France decided that this is not a good idea."

"I agree with you, Prussia, France," Harry nodded his agreement. Spain's grip on his axe tightened. As if on reflex Harry's eyes caught the movement. Instead of backing away in fear like they had thought he would, he sighed. "Did you even ask the America brothers if they didn't think of leaving a present for them? I don't know them that well, but I can't imagine that they would talk bad about them and don't do anything about it."

France caught the smirk on Prussia's lips. Silently he raised an eyebrow, but the Prussian shook his head in amusement. Both flinched when Spain billowed for the American, who stood next to him to begin with.

Harry groaned exasperated before the illness caught up to him again. The boy vanished up the stairs and America stood in front of Spain with amusement oozing off of him.

"No need to yell like this, Spain. My ears are still good," he drawled. The Spaniard had at least the decency to blush in embarrassment. A few of the other nations chuckled quietly and drew the attention of Prussia, France and Spain to them. They shrugged. It was a few seconds later that they were in the living room, all sitting around the table, some leaning against a wall, others inspecting the deco in the room. Mostly unnoticed a dark haired boy entered the room, pale and with a little sweat on his forehead. His emerald green eyes went from one nation to the other, before Canada pushed himself from the wall and lifted Harry off the ground. The boy shrieked in shock, getting the attention of the other nations. Romano's eyes danced in amusement and America grinned like a loon.

"I can understand that you really don't feel that happy to have to spend the whole day in bed, but at least be reasonable enough to sit on the couch and have a blanket with you," the Canadian chided him softly. Harry blushed and the Canadian sighed softly. He should have known that the young boy who had admitted that he never had been ill before had no idea what to do when ill. Silently China left the room and came back a minute later with a blanket over his arm, a bucket in his hand. The other nations nodded at the thoughtfulness of the Chinese man and could have hit themselves for not thinking of such an easy solution.

"After you all were busy, I at least wanted to know what about," Harry said when he was sat down between Finland and Norway, China on Finland's right side, Iceland on Norway's left. Most of the nations looked ashamed away. Of course it was some time ago that they really had to care for a human so they didn't have exactly that much of an idea what they were doing, but none the less it could have started a bit better.

"Well," Iceland said, "I personally would love to start with Canada and America and what they were up to in England."

Agreeing murmurs rang through the living room of Spain. Many of the standing nations searched for a seat. Spain took the couch in front of the one Harry and three of the Nordics were sitting on together with China. The Spaniard was joined by Prussia, France, Denmark and Sweden. Germany took a chair, Russia took another one and England simply sat on his lap. Romano huffed and sat on the armrest of the couch Spain sat on, while America and Canada took cushions and sat on them on the ground. They didn't think much about it that both of them leaned against Harry's legs in their backs.

"Well, where to start?" Canada mused out loud. "I say right away that it would be good if America takes over as soon as we meet the relatives," he spat the word like it was venom, "of Harry. I'm not calm enough to even try to tell it to you."

Harry would have snorted if there wouldn't have been the fear that this nice men/nations/whatever decided that they didn't want him and send him away. A part of him nearly screamed itself hoarse that they wouldn't do such a thing and that he was being stupid, but after such a long time in the care of the Dursleys he learned to only expect the worst and never assume that good things would last; like the dream of living with Sirius when he offered to finally be a family. It was shattered spectacularly when Sirius had to flee and now was a convict on the run, again. To be honest Harry had no idea where the escaped convict was now and why he didn't even bother to write any letters this summer. If there would have been letters Harry could have threatened the Dursleys with him, but they never came and he was on his own. Until France, Spain and Prussia saved him in a rather unique way and without even meaning it.

In his inner musings the boy had missed the tale of the American twins. It was the loud question of, "And what did you do to them? They are totally worthless anyway, but they deserve everything they will get once we can deal with them like we please," from Prussia that pulled him into the now and here again.

The vicious grin on Canada's face was for the boy and the other occupants on this couch invisible, but the nations that could see it felt a cold shudder go down their spines, "Well, for the next two weeks the Dursleys will feel unable to tell any lies concerning their nephew. If the neighbours inquire where he is, they will freely admit that he had been kidnapped in the middle of the night and that they didn't bother to tell anyone. Of course the neighbours will only feel incensed because they could have endangered their children, but that's a start. I felt so free as to put a mild compulsion charm on the neighbours so they will ask the right questions. After that phase two will start: Rumours about Number Four. Beginning at letting water in the forest from Petunia to child-abuse, everything's in there. At the end of week two Dudley will be found in the park drug dealing. As soon as they reach the police station Dudley will call a lawsuit against his own parents by admitting that Harry had been abused in their home. When the two adults reach the police station they'll admit it and no more Dursleys walking around freely."

While some nations looked satisfied, most of them scowled at this. This simply wouldn't do at all. But it was the best they could do at the moment. If Dumbledore caught Harry again he would be sent back to Privet Drive and everything would go back to normal. They couldn't afford it and as such they took what they could do and send such a horrible family to prison. Harry said nothing. When the nations threw him a questioning glance they saw that he wasn't really sure what to think. On the one hand he was happy that he would never even be able to go back there as the Dursleys weren't even there anymore, but on the other hand he thought that he was ungrateful. Confused he looked up when that thought entered his mind. Iceland and Norway seemed to have read his mind as they nodded grimly. It seemed that some things went deeper than even their scans had shown. It would be best to warn the nations now of the erratic behaviour of Harry in the coming week.

~O~

You won't believe it, but I'm still alive and kicking. Would you look at that? I even decided to upload again. (I won't promise regular updates because university and stuff like that. And Assassin's Creed decided to work on my laptop and now I'm hooked...)

I wish you a happy new year! Hopefully this year will turn out okay for everyone!