Day 1- The Request

As the U.N. meeting came to a close, Germany read out the adverts that he had been handed. As usual, they were little things, such as France trashing England's cooking, England's memo that they were all to ignore Sealand and 'that Frog', and one long note that simply read 'PASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!'.

"Wait! There's one more in the stack Germany-san." Japan commented.

True enough, there was a real advert in the stack.

"Canada is requesting babysitters for Skogurland for the week. He claims to have too much work and doesn't want to leave the kid alone."

Everyone's mind raced for an instant, trying to remember who Canada was. When most of them remembered, they all started to rush over to him, everyone wanting to take the newly-discovered nation. Especially since they might have the chance to make it their property, or at least some sweet trade deals.

When North Italy offered, Canada's face briefly showed horror, and he tried to say no.

"I-I don't think it would work out..."

"Waaah? But why not?" the Italian turned up his cuteness level in an effort to get his way.

"Well, uh, see, the thing is..."

"ZE AWESOME ME SHALL DO IT!" Everyone turned as Gilbert burst into the room.

Hungary took him down with a flick of her frying pan. "Gil! Why are you even here?"

"Kesese~ West ran out of food so I snuck into his car so I coud get a ride to ze store- but zhis is VAY more awesome!"

"Sea-kun will do it! I'm a country so I'm good for it!" "SIT DOWN SEALAND! YOU AREN'T A COUNTRY YOU LITTLE WANKER! I have experience with children-" "Honhonhon. Angleterre should not be allowed near the little one- 'e'll poison 'im with 'is 'orrible cooking, Honhonhon"

This went on for some time, everyone trashing the other's methods of parenting. Luckily though, they were interupted by Germany's call to order.

"ZHAT IS ENOUGH! Canada shall choose who is fit to look after the boy so if you vant to help, sign up on this sheet here!"

After a few minutes, the paper was full and Canada flushed at seeing all the names. "The fools...but its better than nothing, eh?" he muttered under his breath.

Pulling out his schedule, Matthew scribbled a few notes and stood up to announce his choices.

Brushing some blonde locks from his face, the room went quiet as he picked up Kumajiro. "Monday the Nordics will babysit. Tuesday will be France and England. Wednesday is the Italies, Thursday is the micronations, and Friday is America. Be glad I'm sending you out in groups." He stated, much to everyone's grumbles of annoyance at the pairings.

"You guys will need all the help you can get with Alvi." Matt finished mysteriously, then he left.

Romano turned to his brother in anger. "IDIOTA! Why did you sign me up for this torture!"

"Ve~ but Frattelo! It will be fun! And Germany will help, right?"

"Basterds..."

And so the week in hell began!

(*YAY! First bit finished! This has been stuck in my head for AGES!

P.S. Skogurland's

1- my OC

2- secretly a girl

3- human name is Alvi.

I'm working on her Origin story, so please be happy with just the abover notes for now!*)