Everybody! this story consists of Shota. If you don't know what that is, look it up on Google or some shit. I don't care, if you like it or not but i know lots who do so don't fucking Bitch to me if you have a choice to not read it. Its that fucking simple! if you don't like what i write, don't bloody read it! I ain't forcing you to! So tired of people who get mad at different people and how they express themselves. i love to please all of the fandoms even if I'm not into it. I do this mostly for you guys cause I know there isn't a lot of shota out there. so if you have a prob with me writing shota, you can take it up with my ass because its the one who gives a shit.

France and Spain both sat at the table drinking away at their wine. Both were having a lovely time with each other. Each one eventually criticizing England.

"You have to admit his eyebrows are hilarious!" Spain remarked

"Ohonhonhon, you zeem to know it too well~ Lately I have been visiting him when he is drunk. It is too funny~. All he ever talks about iz how much he wants his petit Amerique again!" France admitted.

"Si. I don't blame him though. I often times on lonely cold nights find myself wishing I had my little Romano."

France swished the wine in his glass and perked up at this. "Oh? Dreaming of alone time wiz zat little brat again are we?~"

"Perhaps."

"Oh honhon, you know I use to be like zat wiz mon petit Canada. Truly it waz amazing~"

Spain took a sip from his glass. "I figured you were doing that with him."

"Oh not anymore. Only when 'e waz young. Zough I wouldn't mind it now zat you bring it up~…you know, zis gives me an idea."

Spain perked up. "Si?"

"What if we asked Angelterre to tranzform our boyz back to when we had fun timez wiz them? Zen we could get togezer for, shall we zay…a group pleazering."

Spain thought about it for a moment until a smile emerged. "Si! I like this idea you have come up with. You really are quite perverted when it comes to it France."

The Frenchman gave him a wink and finished off his drink. "I'll go talk to him about it~"

France knocked on the large timber door and waited patiently for an answer. A skeptical Brit opened up and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want Frog?" The gentleman asked.

"Well its nice to zee you too Angelterre!"

England began closing the door knowing he was wasting his time but was caught off guard when France stuck his foot in the door way. The Frenchman cringed from the pain and the fact that it scuffed his shoe. Though England found it rather amusing and smirked.

"I came 'ere for a reazon. May we talk in zee living room?"

"Fine, take a seat." The two sat down across from each other. France struck up the first conversation.

"Well that reason I came 'ere today waz to ask you a favor."

The Brit raised an eyebrow and sipped his tea. "I'm not marrying you France, especially if I have to pay for your hair products—." "It's not that." The Frenchmen interrupted. "And I don't need 'air products! You are just jealous of my natural beauty, no?"

The Englishman scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Back to zee point, Angellterre. I was speaking with Spain—!" "Oh perfect! Now I have absolutely no interest what so ever!"

"You will love zis favor. Trust me. Any way I was speaking with Spain and we both are wondering if you ever miss young Amerique?"

England's eyes widened a bit. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Do you ever think about changing 'im small again and 'aving some fun?"

The Brit choked on the tea and roughly set his cup on the saucer. "What the bloody hell do you mean?!"

"I mean have you ever thought about 'ow tight that 'ole of his would be when 'e is small?" England spit his tea out and stared at the Frenchmen in astonishment.

"Are you drunk?! I have never thought about such preposterous details! Why are we talking about this?" the Englishman exclaimed!

"We want you to change Romano, Canada and Amerique back to their younger days so we can re-live having sex with them altogether."

England was so lost and befuddled but it was perking his attention at the thought of fucking chibi America. The little boy bent over with his cute bloomers pulled down for him to examine the puckered hole. The orgasmic tears welling in his big eyes as he looked back at England's length was far more than erotic. He shook the thought from his mind. He was beginning to think like that perverted Frog!

"Angelterre, just think about it! Think 'ow good that would feel. 'ow tight 'is ass would be!"

"Shut it Frog! I'm thinking!" France zipped it hoping that would persuade his thoughts.

A few moments passed with England sipping his tea and pondering. "Well?" the Frenchman urged.

The Brit exhaled. "Fine." He said. France smirked.

"You won't regret zis Angelterre! Since you 'ave agreed, meet me and Spain-." "Spain and I." England corrected.

"Whatever. Meet us at my 'ouse in Paris, tomorrow. Oh and don't forget Amerique! Make sure to tell 'im it's a normal dinner party with wine and cheese tasting."

France rushed out the door at the last syllable to call up Canada and get his flight arranged.

England sat there rather dumbfounded, processing all that just occurred. It went fast after all. But he ended up calling the Hero in the end to invite him for a wine and cheese tasting (he agreed at the word cheese) at France's.

"Don't forget to book your flight immediately! Okay goodbye." He hung the phone up in its cradle and went off to gather his magic supplies.

I hope all y'all shota fans are excited for the next chapter. I know I am!