The day was bright and new when a harsh knock awoke Pangaea from her dreams. The old woman groggily got up, steadied herself on her cane, and opened the front door. The first thing she noticed was a very small England pulling at a childish America's cheeks, while a very small Russia kolkolkoled at who knows what.
"Can'a you please'a take these? They're too much for'a me!" Rome shoved baby Austria into her hands and left.
"…What the hell?" She ran a hand through her dark hair and welcomed the children inside. Her house was too small for all these kids, darn it! Pangaea guessed that England somehow caused this, that little trouble maker, so he could probably undo it. Hopefully.
"OH MY GOD IGGIE YOU'RE SO CUTE!"
"I'm not cute!"
"Give Mr. Panda back, aru!"
She took a deep breath. This was going to be a long day.
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The countries had finally settled down on all the blankets and pillows pulled out in Pangaea's living room. Prussia, however, couldn't fall asleep and demanded a bed time story. The other kids agreed, and, well, who was she to shoot down a bunch of five year olds?
Settling down in her favorite chair, the old lady brought out a book of fairytales, hoping that would be enough. So she started reading.
A/N OOOOh hey, I'm an author's note! Anyway, hi. This is my first fanfiction ever and, like, I would love reviews? And constructive criticism, too. I know I move too fast and don't really give you a description so yell at me, okay? Yeah, so, this is going to be centered around the stories she tells. Umm...yeah, so bye?