"Now how am I going to get everything..." he frowned, there were too many bags for one man to carry, nonetheless he believed he could do it, and disagreeing with the idea of putting the two down in the house and then getting the bags, he put Russia on his shoulders who quickly wrapped his arms round England's neck, which was just a reaction but it did prevent him from breathing for a moment.
"BLOO- Bloody hell..." he sighed and let out a gasp of air. He grabbed all of the bags and one more, now he just felt ridiculous but he had to carry it in his mouth, not wanting to drop anything especially the kids, he ran to the door, putting the bags down he got his keys and unlocked it and brought himself in with all the other things.
"More than anything I think that was the worst part." he said to himself curling back and making his spine crack loudly. "Now what am I to do with you little blighters." he asked retorically with a smile he walked over to the couch not bothering about the bags, he would sort them later. He wasn't sure if they had fallen asleep because they were feeling sick in the car or because they literally were sick, "Boys?" he asked wondering if he was going to get a reply, but no, only a tiny yawn coming from both. England chuckled and yawned himself.
England layed down with them, one hand rested on America's head slowly driving it through his golden hair and his other hand on the side of Russia's face with his thumb gently stroking his cheek, he slowly began to fall asleep watching the two's breathing until he did.
~3 hours later~
England woke up stretching he looked over to see if the two had finally woken up but they weren't there, he raised an eyebrow and sit up on the couch, "America?... Americcaaa?" he called, knowing for sure if they were being all mischevious, then America would be the master mind behind, although he wasn't sure if Russia's personality as a young child was any different then him now, he seemed a lot more shy, but he wondered... was he a little brat? he chuckled and shook his head, but then heard a glass smashing he wanted to hit himself then but got up immediately rushing to the kitchen, "oh no.. what if they hurt themselves.." he thought more worried than angry now and got in the kitchen only to see the little America and Russia standing holding something behind their backs.
England raised an eyebrow, "Hello boys. What are you doing in the kitchen?" he asked watching them carefully, both of them looked away, now England knew something was up. "What have you done?" he asked more sternly.
Russia and America looked up at him backing up a little only for England to follow there step, "Well?" England asked waiting for their answer as he started to become quite impatient.
Russia's lip began to quiver and England frowned, America only stood trying to be brave, "I-I...I" America looked beside him at the smaller one who was clearly on the verge of tears.
England raised an eyebrow, "My patience is wearing thin boys." he scowled giving them one last chance to show him what they had done, but neither had followed as he asked and both kept there head down looking at the wooden floor and to their feet which were currently pointing in the same angle. Finally having enough he grabbed the two by there shoulders and spun them round, in there hands was a very familiar china teacup. He gasped seeing it was broken in two, Russia holding the handle with a piece to come with it and in the other fit perfectly was the rest in America's hand.
"What on EARTH DID YOU DO!?" he yelled angrily, one of his favourite teacups, the one of which he used to have a cup of tea in the morning ewith, were now in pieces, "WELL!? ANSW-" he looked at their hands snatching the teacups out of each and placing it on the counter, he kneeled down more comfortable than keeping bent over, seeing there hands covered in some crayon and pen markings he looked at them and wiped away at them with his thumb, "agh.. You have crayon all over you..." he sighed very annoyed about the cup but after doing that looking up in horror, he saw drawings all over the wall, he could tell who's was who's, Russia's hands were covered in purple but he had blue crayon marks on his face whilst America had purple crayon marks on his face and blue marks on his hands.
"YOU LITTLE-" he looked down ready to grab them but they were already gone, but it wasn't hard to hear the quick panting and footsteps running up the stairs, "YOU WAIT!" he yelled loudly chasing them up the stairs about to run in to the room they were currently rushing in, but as soon as he reached the door America decided to slam it hard in his face, causing England to hit his nose and have a nosebleed, "AH!" he yelped and held his nose, "Still strong... I forgot he was really strong even back then..." he muttered and went to the bathroom to tend to his bleeding nose.
America and Russia had rushed in the closest room, not realising it was England's bedroom, they quickly hid themselves under the bed huddled next to eachother, "D-Do you think he'll find us?" Russia whimpered worried what would happen if he did.
"N-No way." America said watching the floor making sure there were no feet coming in, "He can't find us..." he let out a small smile which only lasted for a split second, trying to reassure both of them.
England had soon finished up and washed out the sink from all the blood, bloody hell those two... he only had them for a few hours and they were already a living nightmare he left the tap running to trick them into thinking he was still in there and walked into the bedroom, unfortunately for America at the time he was trying to calm the younger boy down to keep him from crying, not that he was going to but you couldn't be too careful and England would see them.
England smirked thinking for the moment, he always remembered America would hide under the bed if he was trying to hide from him and he quietly got up on the bed peaking under seeing two pairs of tiny feet side by side, without wasting a second longer he curled his slender arm under the bed grabbing one of there ankles and yanking them out being careful not to get their head hit by the bed, "GOTCHA!" England yelled in triumph earning a squeak and a little, "Noooo!" from America who he already grabbed and Russia under the bed.
Russia dashed out of the bed heading to the door but he was not fast enough and his arm was grabbed by the English man and pulled up, "Where do you think you're going?" England asked and pinned both of them on their fronts down to the bed.
As they were pinned down to the bed they could hear the sound of a belt buckle clinking both crying "no" or "stop" in their language and kicking their legs.
England stood over them holding his belt in his hands and glared down at them, "Stop? Not after all of what you have done downstairs." he said calmly then lifted the belt ready to strike it down on their tiny bottoms
"Bwu-Bwu England Its a-all of us," America cried very upset that England didn't like his drawing.
"hm? What do you mean America?" he asked, looking at both of the shivering and scared boys. Then he remembered in the picture, was three characters, one with big eyebrows, another with a cowlick and one more with a scarf on its neck, now realising he smiled and looped his belt back through his trousers, "America...Russia.." he smiled and picked them up gently resting against the wall still sitting on the bed he hugged them and they winced at first but hugged back relieved which you could tell they were by how they're breathing had calmed down.
"I'm sorry I didn't know you didn't mean to do these things." he sighed rubbing there backs and hugging them close, "But if you wanted to draw, just ask me and I will get you some paper, I assume the teacup was an accident, hm?" he looked at him wondering. America and Russia nodded against his shoulder and sniffled. "It's a very good drawing, I'll have to take a picture of it and then we can wash it off, Okay?" he asked calmly, he was still rather upset about his broken teacup but it was an accident, the two looked terrified and it was only split in two so he could easily fix it.
England walked over to a drawer pulling out a camera, which was actually a gift from America and turning it on he walked downstairs, America and Russia were surprised at the camera and had there eyes fixed on it but England definetely would not let them play with it. Carrying Russia on his hip and America holding his other hand with the camera wrapped in they walked downstairs.
England took a picture of the wall and smiled putting it back into his pocket to keep it safe, "Now how about we clean this wall?" he asked filling a bucket with warm water and bubbles, he rolled up his sleeves giving each of them a cloth and he put the bucket on the ground beginning to scrub at the drawing. Both of the boys were disappointed to watch their drawing being scrubbed off, but then again England did have a picture of it so they happily helped.
It was a lot of fun too, England would lift them up to reach higher places sometimes spinning them round for fun before he put them back down, it was a great time, and all of them enjoyed every moment of it, there were a lot of times where they would trip usually if not always gaining a sob sound from America or Russia, but that wasn't something England couldn't fix.
Soon after they had done all of them were exhausted, "Ah... We did a good job didn't we?" England asked rhetorically with a smile on his face as he wiped the sweat from his forhead, Russia and America nodded, "COme on boys... You look nackered poppets, lets get you two, to be-" England was interrupted by the sound of knocking which indicated someone was at the door, he blinked in confusion, "What on earth?" he thought, who could be here at this time? He walked over the to the door the smaller boys following their eyes looking round with curiousity.
"What do you think it is?" Russia asked staring at the door.
"Maybe a GIANT SCARY MONSTER OR DRAGON!" America yelled with a grin on his face, Russia frowned at him, he definetly did not wanna see something scary.
England rolled his eyes smiling, but he still opened the door, only to reveal a very familiar man, quite bigger than himself and with longer locks of blonde hair too. France.
"France?! What the bloody hell are you doing here?!" England yelled.