"Engwand was chasing mint bunny and Engwand followed him aaa~all the way down the hill and then, and then, Engwand suddenly slipped and fell face fiwst. It huwts tewwibly so I cwied. that's when I met big brudda Fwance and Papa Spain. He stood sooooo tall and has the bwightest smile Engwand has ever seen and to top it all, he looks almost like my unca Rome."
"Who does?" the man patiently listening to the chubby baby's ecstatic animated story telling cut in, gently wiping off the smudge off his plump, rosy baby cheeks
the child subconsciously leaned towards the caring hand and chirped "Papa Spain!"
"Ah~ I thought you were referring to your big brother France" the other teased in good nature
A scowl quickly scrunched up his cute face as he put his hands together in front of his chest simultaneously "Fwance said Engwand wook wike a pitiful bunny. Hmmmp, Engwand is a powe'ful nation not a pitiful bunny! He's a lying fwog!" the chubby baby told him quite incoherently
The man chuckled and put him down on his lap, "hmm~ Hase...that seems to fit you, kesesese" he muttered as he pat the young nation's mop of blond, earning a grunt, a pout and a weak punch on his stomach all at the same time.
[A/N: I know this is the worst bastardization of world history, but spare me for wanting some platonic fluff? ;A; I'm sorry]