Hello everyone, just wanted to quickly say THANK YOU for reading! I swear I'm still working on 'Anything for you' this just popped out of no where. I would also like to inform you I don't own Hetalia in anyway this was done purely for the entertainment value. Also, I wanted to let you know I don't support EnglandxFrance, nor do I particularly like adult America and Canada, weird huh? But when grouped together and taken back in time.. I like them all quiet a bit!

Also I appologize for my "french" lol, I did my best to google things to make sure I didn't sound like an idiot, so if I failed it's not my fault.

Oh random author fact: Whenever I try speaking with a french accent it absurdly turns Russian... Da! It drove me nuts, but I think I did well despite it's interferance. Key word: think.

Anyway please enjoy my drabbles..

"NYHA! Do not drink zat, little one," France raced to rescue his son from a puddle that was not there a moment ago. Taking the edge of his sleeve he wiped mud from the toddlers inquisitive face and hands "you want to be ill, oui?" Matthieu cocked his head at his fathers words and smiled showing off his brand new teeth. At that instant Francis' frustration melted, only to redoubled a moment later as the baby lunged at a butterfly almost slipping from his arms.

"Merde! Will you stop zat!"

"What is that?" Curiosity alone made England bend farther over the changing table than was necessary, but that was as far as it went. "What am I.. oh .bloody hell!" quickly he folded the nappy and tossed it in the bin wrinkly his nose at the proud little nation who lay in front of him happily sucking his foot. "I suppose I should be glad it passed safely?" America gurgled, and a goodly amount of slobber trailed down his leg to pool on the plastic beneath him. England smiled, "let's stick to eating what's on the menu, mate. And that doesn't include appendages." He removed Americas foot which was instantly replaced by a hand, and when that too was removed, he began to wail.

"We are home!" France let the door swing wide, it hit the wall with a muffled donk, he cringed but let it go as he hiked an upset Canada higher on to his right hip then doing the same with a bag of groceries on his left.

"It's about time, Frog. I was about to send out the Calvary." The Frenchman deposited a silently fussing Matthew on the floor by America who carelessly abandoned his rocking horse in favor of a better toy: his brother. England on the other hand watched in bewilderment as the older nation stomp into the kitchen.

"Is it raining?"

"Non.."

"Did you fall?"

"Non.." was heard again between cupboards being opened and shut. "Z'is look," France announced coming to stand in the doorway running his hand up and down his torso "is curtsey of Matthieu, 'e is a magnet to filth. Z'is was one of a kind!" England snorted as the angered Frenchman dropped onto the other side of the couch expertly balancing a wineglass full of ruby liquid.

"Well, it still is" Arthur justified smirking again at the muddy hand and shoe prints that were planted seemingly at random all the Frenchman's most expensive and once blue, work suit.

"Very funny, haha! Oy, I'm exhausted" Francis ran both his hands over his face before closing his eyes and sinking farther into the plush cushions.

"Tell me about it" England grimaced and went back to the papers he had scattered all over the coffee table, "oh hey!" his pencil stopped as he turned to look at his roommate again " You haven't been feeding the children... insects, have you?"

"Zounds more like you're cooking, Angleterre." It was Francis' turn to smirk, something he did with great relish. At that the men silently held a battle of wills, both exchanging challenging looks, though England wore 'murderous intent' better than Francis so he surrendered first. "Non, I 'ave not done such a Zing." There was a beat where he was about to sip his wine but curiosity got the better if him instead "why do you ask zis?"

"You don't want to know"

"Fair enough" and he took a long swig.

Just then a high-pitched wail rent the room, England hung his head with a sigh while France held his cold glass of wine to his forehead and closed his eyes. Looking over at their charges they immediately diagnosed the problem: Alfred was actively gumming Matthieus arm, to the latter's dramatic displeasure.

"Oy!" England hopped off the couch narrowly avoiding a collision with the coffee table "What did I say about appendages?" he plucked Canadas arm out of Americas slobbery jaws and gently, but sternly, pinched Alfreds cheeks together "that includes your bothers." This enlisted fretful complaints from the tiny nation, to which England rolled his eyes and leaned sideways to reach an abandoned teether. Brandishing the ring like it was Excaliber he promptly executed the fussing.

"Bien fait," France swirled the ruby liquid in his glass as he relaxed against the couch self-satisfied "but should you not 'ave washed et first?"

England gritted his teeth, simultaneously a small body made a nest of his crossed legs, curling up to Englands body to properly enjoy his newest teething victim. The soft bundle melted his heart, Arthur ran a hand through the downy curls over and over, marveling at the impossible depth at which he could dislike and love his role in the life of the little nation. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something that promised to uplift his spirits even more.

Protectively cradling America against his chest he stood, forgetting the papers on the coffee table he began walking out of the room intent on giving Alfred the bubble bath of his life. However before completely forsaking the room and its wine-swilling inhabitant he stopped and turned. Doing his best not to grin maniacally he addressed the Frenchman.

" Matthew has gotten in to the baby powder, again." With that he left, the grin finally escaping on to his lips as he heard all manner of French expletives being sent directly at his back and not so directly at the child which was now happily, if confusedly, covered in fine white powder.

Comments are love! I'm testing the waters a bit, there might be more if it's recieved well ..(I'm a little stinker huh?)