A cute three-shot I've been working on x3
UsUk and GerIta can be seen :3
I do not own hetalia (no matter what you've heard)
Enjoy!
"Alright, where the hell is England?" America griped, sitting at the large conference room table. It was the day of the G8 meeting, and without the Brit present, they couldn't start. They tried his cell phone numerous times, but he still hadn't answered. Once they were about to cancel the meeting to go look for him, a thoroughly drunken England stumbled into the meeting hall.
"G'mornin' ev'ryone." He slurred. "Time ta start the meetin'."
"England!" America shouted. "Where have you been? And you're piss drunk! You knew we had a meeting today so why'd you go out drinking?"
"Cuz I fel' like it, that's why." England sat in his chair and opened his briefcase only to pull out a bottle of whiskey. Before he could take a sip though, America snatched it from his hands and tossed it into the nearest wastebasket.
"Hey!" England shouted. "That w's my whiskeh!"
"England, you're not going to get any more liquor until you sober up and we do our meeting." America said (and somewhat out of character mind you).
"You suck!" England shouted. "Why can't you go back to the time you were cuuuuuuute? You never did this back then!" The Brit then got up from his chair and wandered over to the nearest corner to sulk. Everyone sighed.
"So should we wait until he sobers up to start the meeting?" Japan asked.
"We should." France said. "But we'll just waste time that way. Why don't we just start now and keep his issues for the end. Does that sound fair?"
Everyone agreed and started the meeting, unaware and unprepared for what the drunken Brit had planned for them. Pulling a small book from his pants pocket, England leaned on the wall and flipped through the pages. When he found what he was looking for, he took a piece of chalk from his other pocket and drew a spell circle on the floor. Chanting the incantation under his breath, he glanced back at all the others and smirked. Then, with a flash of light, England stepped over to America's chair. In the mahogany seat sat an adorable little baby. Staring up at England with large blue eyes, he giggled. England sighed.
"I'm so glad." He sighed, picking up the baby America. "You've finally listened to me and went back to the time you were cute~"
As he held the baby America, he sat on the floor and sighed, petting the former colony's soft blonde hair. Eventually England fell asleep on the floor due to him having been drunk the entire time, which was no surprise at all.
But the real surprise was what he woke up to.
