So my friend Evie and I were talking.

There's this guy at our school named Triever who's like a less attractive, American, short, Muggle Sirius Black. With poofy hair instead of awesome hair. But he's still a LOT like Sirius. And Evie texted me saying "OMG I just realized that France is a lot like Sirius and Triever... O_o"
I sent: "France?"
I got back: "France from Hetalia: Axis Powers. It's an anime. France is freakishly like Treiver and Sirius."
later: "We should write a fic where Sirius and Triever meet... in FRANCE!"
And so I, being me, agreed. I'm going to actually write a fic about it, but this drabble should suffice, no?

setting: Vitré-en-Britagne, France; probably during the France trip next year.
fandoms: Harry Potter, and technically Hetalia: Axis Powers. Also my school. xD
characters: Harry Potter: Sirius Black. Hetalia: Axis Powers: France (technically?). My school: Triever, Evie, Elena, Me. (Also my French penpal Aurélie is mentioned)

And without further ado:
“Salut, mademoiselles!” Triever greeted as he winked at the French girls.

Fighting back the urge to gag – especially at how all of them – even Aurélie – seemed to be charmed by this – I turned to Evie.

“Why us?”

Evie placed a hand on my shoulder. “I don't know, Zuko-sama, I don't know.”

“Hey, ladies!”

Evie and I both froze. That wasn’t Triever. That bloke had an English accent! I slowly turned my head to see a guy with shoulder-length, wavy black hair and light eyes.

“You’re kidding me,” I muttered.

“Where’s Elena?” Evie asked, turning to me, a look of panic upon her face.

“Sirius! Hey Sirius!!!”

“…Merde*,” Evie and I groaned in unison.