Draco Malfoy perspective

Okay... Awkwaaard.

At that moment in time, he, Crabbe and Goyle were walking aimlessly around Hogsmeade, not a clue on what to do. Plus no one was speaking. Draco would have to ask his father about making better conversation than 'Potter is a dweeb'.

Maybe he could ask them about who this 'Hitler' person was, the person who Gilbert mentioned whilst he was recording stuff whilst in a closet. It was really stuffy in that closet, and Gilbert did not know how to tidy away his robes! Tch, worst dorm-mate ever.

"Hey. You two, any idea who Hitler is? And why he would want to kill all the Italians?"

"Uh... What's a Hitler?" Goyle asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Can I eat it?!" Crabbe questioned, eyes sparkling at the thought of food.

"No. No you cannot eat a Hitler. Hitler is or was a person. I was just wondering if he may have been a dark wizard or something." Draco made a 'hmph' noise as he wondered who he could ask.

"And that's how Poland is planning to win the next Eurovision contest!"

Draco knew that voice, Feliks was his name wasn't it? Wait. What was 'eurovision'?

"Oh mien gott Feliks... Vhy vould jou do zhat? Und vhy are jou sharing jour Eurovision secrets vith us?" And that was Gilbert's younger brother! Ludwig right? Maybe he knew who Hitler was? It was very likely he did.

"HEY! Beillschimdt! Get over here or else my father will here about this!"

Germany perspective

Urr... Should he go over to that spoiled brat Gilbert was sort of friends with? Maybe he should ask Felician- Oh. That was right. He hadn't spoken directly to the Italian since he accidentally kind of sort of maybe confessed his love for the boy, and Prussia recorded the whole thing and sent it to Feli.

He should just go over anyway. Ludwig started walking towards Malfoy, head held high with Feli and Feliks watching him from behind. Lovino was yet to catch up with them.

"Ja? Vhat do jou vant?"

"I want to know who Hitler is." Oh. Oh shit. Nope, not going to answer that.

"Urk! Uh... Oh! Look! A shop that sells potatoes! Ve must investigate! Remember jour training Feli!"

Draco Malfoy perspective

"Uhm...? Oh si! Ciao Signor Malfoy!" With that the two ran off, leaving a seemingly annoyed Feliks behind. The Pole turned to Draco with his finger poking the pureblood's chest.

"Like, first of all, how dare you bring up that horrible man in front of my friends! Do you know how badly he affected our countries? Second of all, read a fricking history book for once." With that, Feliks whirled around, and left.

At that moment, a panting hufflepuff appeared at the scene.

"Okay! What-a the crapola happened here?!"

Romano perspective

Okay, so Romano wasn't an expert at deciphering the mood, but telling from the slightly shocked look on bitchy daddy's boy's face and Feliks' sassy deparature, shit had just happened. And he had missed that shit.

"Okay! What-a the crapola happened here?!"

"Well, I asked Beillschimdt a question, he and his shadow fled instead of answering, and Łuka-Łukasie-Łukasiewicz bitched at me for no reason!" Malfoy whined to the Italian.

"What the fuck did you ask the potato bastardo? If it was bad enough to have Feliks bitch at you, you must-a pulled a dick move, Malfoy."

"And here I thought Hufflepuff's were supposed to be nice!"

"Well, you guessed wrong. Now, what did you ask Ludwig?"

"I asked him who Hitler was, no big deal."

"No big deal Spain's ass!"

"Er... How does a country have an ass?"

"ITS A FUCKING FIGURE OF SPEECH OKAY!"

"Sure. Come on Crabbe, Goyle, lets leave incase this loon's craziness is catching."

And then, there was one. One angry Italian who had no idea where his friends were, or why Malfoy was such a fricking jerkwad.