My little brother gives me so much inspiration.... I have to go kiss him on the head now...
I don't own Hetalia! end /AN/
"America! Get back here!" A naked tyke ran down the hall, screaming at the top of his lungs. He was soon followed by an angry England, clutching a bath towel in his hand/ Scotland leaned out of his room, grinning mockingly.
"Can't even handle a wee laddie like America?" England glared back at his smirking brother. He could too handle America!
He seized the chubby baby around the waist, ignoring the squeals of protest. "You're getting a bath, and that's the end of it!" America flailed against him, screaming angrily.
England lugged him back towards the bathroom, grinning triumphantly. He had the little blighter now, he'd show Scotland he could handle taking care of America...
He came to sudden jerking halt. He looked around in confusion before realising America had latched onto the doorway. He groaned. The little one was much stronger than he appeared, and no amount of tugging seemed to pull him loose.
"America! Let go of that this instant! You need a bath, you're filthy!" England felt like slapping the child, but refrained from doing so. America just kept screaming, ignoring any attempts at rational conversation. England sighed.
Then he suddenly remembered America was a ticklish kid. Within moments, the child had lost all grip on the doorway and was involuntarily giggling.
England plopped him in the tub, earning a howl of displeasure from the diminutive blonde. England turned around and got a washcloth and soap, rubbing the soap into the cloth.
"I'm going to pee on you, if I will." The threat came as a bit of a surprise to England, who turned around to find America was indeed poised to carry out the threat. England blanched.
"America! You do not pee on people! Stop this ridiculous behaviour!" America scowled deeply, still in the threatening position. England glared back. "America, you do not do that! Sit down NOW."
America mumbled bitterly, but sat down. England sighed and went back to getting the bath stuff. Where did America get such horrible behaviour from? Surely France had not had that much of an influence on him, right?
Or had he? Perhaps it had been another nation that had inspired this behaviour. Finland and Sweden? The Dutch? England's hands clenched in hate. He did not like Netherlands at all.
Maybe it had been his own siblings, Ireland, Wales and Scotland. Scotland did seem to find it highly amusing...
He was startled out of his thoughts by a growing wet spot on his back. His eyes widened in horror. "America you bloody brat! That is it! Get over here!"
America's rear was sore for days.
/AN/ Excuse the spanking and nudity, please... This story is sooo inappropriate... not. My little brother threatens us with this when we try to give him a bath, and I think one time he actually did pee on me... darling, isn't he? Oh, and I would never spank my brother, btw.
