Here's another Hetalia fanfic, and once again, it is focusing on America and England (because they are my favorite, especially with their brotherly relationship). I will also have Sealand star in this (he will be the co-star along with America), and a few others will get some time in the spot light.

Disclaimer: Okay, so must I really do this? What do you think I own? Definitely not Hetalia.

Chapter One: It's Usually England's Fault

It was unusual for both England and America to be missing to a World Meeting. In all honesty, England not going to meetings wasn't unusual. There had been a few times when England would not show up; the two best known instances were after the American Revolution and the War of 1812. It was unusual to have England missing from the meeting when it was being held at his own land. As for America, the simple fact that he was missing (as he had yet to miss a meeting since the day he had been attending them) caused some nations to be surprised.

The meeting ended faster than normal and was considered a bit boring without the normal fighting that usually occurred. Since France, being the nosiest, wanted to know what had caused England to not attend (and by a further extension, America, since England always knew what America was up to), he simply drove to England's home. He knew the residence by heart, and after seeing both America's and England's cars in the driveway, he knew for certain that the two nations were inside. Without hesitation, France threw the front door open, hoping to find something that he could use against England for years to come.

It was the opposite of what he had been expecting.

Sitting on the ground, looking at the stunned nation with matching disapproving looks, was America and England. A young America, who was sitting across from England with his hands held up in what France recognized as a game of patty-cakes. The little nation, taking on the appearance of an eight-year-old, was staring at France with a tiny pout. England was glaring at France, obviously upset to have been interrupted in their game. It took only a few seconds for France to recover, and when he did, he immediately launched himself at America.

"So cuuuuu~" he was cut off when England punched the French nation in the stomach.

"Don't touch my little brother," England ordered as he stared at the fallen nation.

France withheld a sigh as he remembered that England was very protective of America (especially when the lad was just a lad). From his place on the ground, France could hear the little nation giggling, obviously amused with his brother's antics. At this age, everything England did was perfect in America's eyes. When France looked back up at England, he found the nation with his fists on his hips, glaring down at him, while child America stood behind his brother, grasping his pant legs as he peeked around him to stare at France.

"What are you doing here you frog?" England demanded.

"You wound me Angleterre," France said dramatically. England's glare turned colder while America released a few more giggles. "I only came to check on you and Amerique. Both of you were missing from the meeting."

A look of recognition sparked in England's green eyes, ridding the face of the glare it previously had.

"Oh yes, I completely forgot about that," England said in contemplation.

France's eyebrows climbed into his hairline; England never forgot a meeting, especially in his own nation. England's thoughtful look was broken when he felt a tug on his pants. Looking down, he found America staring up at him with his bright blue eyes.

"Big brother, what meeting were we supposed to go to?" America asked.

"It's nothing to worry yourself about, America," England said warmly, bending down to place a hand on the top of the younger nation's head. France watched the exchange in silence, wisely deciding not to intervene in the mood. "I'll tell everyone we'll be there tomorrow."

"I get to go to a meeting?" America asked his brother with a wide grin on his face.

"Of course," England said with a grin of his own.

America released a cheerful sound and hugged his brother. France noticed there was only a moment's hesitation before England wrapped his little brother in his arms, keeping the boy close to him. France was more serious as he observed the exchange. Feeling eyes on him, England turned his head to look at France.

"You're still here," England muttered with little interest.

"I need to talk with you," France said with seriousness, catching the other nation off guard.

England seemed to have thought it over before nodding, releasing his hold on America's body. He managed to talk the little boy into going upstairs to draw; it was very easy since America seemed to want to please his older brother. Once alone, England motioned for France to take a seat as he sat in his own chair.

"I'm sure you want to know why America is a child," England stated, not bothering to look at France as he fixed up the tea cup he had sitting by his chair.

"What did you do?" France questioned.

"You assume it's my fault," England said in shock. France stared the younger nation down before England sighed. "Fine; I accidentally casted a spell on him, turning him into a child. Happy?"

"Why haven't you returned him to normal?" France questioned.

"The spell wears off automatically after seven days. He woke up as a child this morning," England answered.

"So you casted it today?" France asked.

"No," England answered, pausing to sip his tea. "I casted it yesterday, after the meeting. America had been bothering me, and I accidentally used the spell. I thought it had been a dud, but after seeing him as a child this morning, I read the spell in the book and found the answer."

"So Amerique will be a child for six more days?" France asked, his brain trying to comprehend what it was being told.

"Yes," England answered as he once again took a sip of his tea. "Until then, I will take care of him."

France nodded.

"Soo... Can I stay over the night?" France asked, his eyes already bright with the thought of seeing little America sleep.

As if reading his thoughts, England sent a harsh glare. France just sweat-dropped and laughed nervously. He knew England was always protective of America, even after the American Revolution. Had England been Switzerland, France would have had a bullet in his head.

"Fine, fine," France sighed in defeat as he stood to his feet. "I shall leave your greedy hands with petite Amerique."

"Goodbye frog," England said after walking to the door and slamming it on the French nation.

Sighing quietly under his breath, England headed into the kitchen to start phoning the other nations about the meeting. Hopefully, none of them would freak out when they saw America.

A short chapter, but this is to get things going. Each chapter will be set by day, so there will be, roughly, seven to eight chapters. I'm unsure of when I'm going to work on the other chapters because I have a few other stories I need to work on. I will get back to this story when I get the chance, though.