So, this is my first ever fanfiction, and I don't know if it's any good. I really wanted to read something like this, but couldn't find it anywhere, so I decided to use my mediocre writing skills to write it myself for my own enjoyment. I hope it's okay and that you enjoy it also.

The letter that was sent and the problems that arose from it.

England sat at his desk, staring at the letter in front of him. More specifically, at the words written on said letter. The sheer audacity of them... He read them over and over again. Silently to himself, then aloud, then to the owl that had delivered the letter. He simply couldn't believe them.

But no matter how many times he read them, they never changed. It was the same handwriting, the same ink, the same sentences. He read it once again:

'Dear Arthur,
It has come to my knowledge that, due to some recent rumours, you might attempt to contact Hogwarts or interfere in any magical event of any kind. I write to tell you not only that these rumours are absolutely false, but also to tell you that you and your family (yes, all of them) are hereby forbidden from going near Hogwarts, contacting anyone from Hogwarts, or just playing a part in general Wizarding affairs.

Sincerely,
Cornelius Fudge'

'I mean- honestly- do they expect- I can't just-'

England drew a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. He felt a headache coming along. He had already felt the effects of Voldemort's return. They didn't expect him to stand around and wait while his people were slaughtered, did they?

Especially considering how little the Ministry was doing to stop Voldemort.

Maybe America was rubbing off on him, because his next thought was that there were always ways around the rules.

Loopholes, if you will.

He wasn't going to sit around and watch his people die, even if it meant making the Ministry a bit mad. He never was one to abide by rules he thought were absolute rubbish. Though, he knew the Minister would have people monitoring Hogwarts and the grounds near it for any sign that England was around. So he couldn't go at it, but he could send someone in his place. Someone who could make sure a young boy by the name of Harry Potter didn't get himself killed before he could defeat the dark wizard. Someone who could keep England posted on what was happening.

He needed someone on the inside, that much was clear. But who to send? He could ask Norway or Romania, his magic buddies, although- no... they would be too preoccupied trying to quell the rumours, trying to calm down frightened wizards and hunt down revived Death Eaters.

He could ask the Frog, but- no, he would likely be encountering a similar problem.

He couldn't ask any of his former colonies, as they counted as siblings by nation's standards, and to Fudge.

England went on like this for a while more, listing countries in is head and finding nothing but reasons they couldn't or shouldn't help. Until...

Yes, they would do nicely. Not a large group, but enough to keep sufficient watch without drawing suspicion. The Ministry would never catch onto them, and they were fairly responsible. Most of them, at least.

England had a few letters to write.