A.N. I'm back!

I got a review about shippings, this fanfic won't be like, a wrapped love story, but be aware of which ones might pop up.

FrUK

GerIta

PruCan

And anything else that comes to me!

"This is so cute, aru!" China proclaimed, holding up Russia.

He was in jeans and had a panda hoodie.

"This'll definitely do," China decided.

"Um..." England and France stood behind the man, not knowing what to do.

"Put me down, da?" Russia looked the Chinese man in the eyes.

A purple aura filled his vicinity.

"China," England said, "It might be best if you put him down,"

"No," France sarcastically looked at him.

"Look on the upside," China tried to stop the upcoming war, "He doesn't need a booster seat, high chair, etc."

"So," Russia looked up with that creepy smile of his, "Will this effect anyone else?"

"Probably," France put a scary smile on, "Then we'll have to come back to this beautiful place full of beautiful women,"

"Then what's the chance of them being the same age as me?" Russia crossed his arms, "They'd probably be different,"

"We'll just have to wait and see," China groaned.

"But what I'm curious about," England furrowed his caterpillar eyebrows, "Is how the 'randomness' is chosen, Russia wasn't anywhere near where the potion was first spilled on, he was far away when we started talking about it..."

"It's called revenge, da?" Russia rolled his eyes, "Maybe it has something to do with that?"

"Of course, mon dieu," France put a hand on his forehead, "We must be getting old,"

Ring Ring

"Bonjour," France wriggled his eyebrows, then all that was heard was angry yelling in German.

It said:

"What did you do to, Prussia?"

"Excuse moi?" France furrowed his eyebrows.

"He's turned into a goddamned child!"

Screaming was heard in the background.

"Bring him here," France complained.

"There's only one bloody car," England said after listening in.

"Go back and get him then," France seethed at him.

"Both of you," China made a gesture to leave, "Leave me, I need to do my stuff,"

"Go, da?" Russia's purple aura ignited.

They sprinted towards the car.

"It's much quieter, da?" Russia had some borsch, "You know, without them around,"

"Yes, aru," China leaned against the wall, sighing deeply.

"My god," England's face crumpled up.

"He's so tiny," France complained.

"Here," England gestured that he wanted the little Prussian.

"Why?" France challenged.

England stepped forward and grabbed Prussia, "Because I'm not going to have him molested, his brother's already angry at me that this happened,"

"Everyone's angry at you, again," France looked up in horror, "Will this happen to all of us,"

"Again, yes,"

"So," France gulped, "How old is he?" he changed the subject.

"Um..." England looked at him from all sides, "Probably about 1, maybe 2,"

"I thought we escaped getting that booster and high chair," France sighed.

"Let's call China,"

"Nǐ zhège yúchǔn de báichī." China cursed. (You stupid idiots)

"Yes, yes," England commented, "So could you possibly, start?"

"Well, I should be able to get everything, for the most part, you stay at the apartment complex," China sighed.

"Now be off, da?" a creepy voice called.

It.

Was.

Russia.

England turned the phone off at the speed of light.

"Was there anything off in that call," Germany interrogated.

"No," England lied, "It was normal, fine," Russian, added in his mind.

"He's like, totally lying," Poland looked back, "Am I right, Liet?"

"That's not helping," Switzerland put a hand on his gun.

"Not helping was created in South Korea, da-ze!"

North Korea smirked, "Finally, a voice of reason,"

"Hey, you stupid baegchi!" South yelled. (Idiot)

"I am going to have to tell you two to move on," Japan interrupted.

"He thinks of something for himself," Switzerland said, "Well, it's not like you could copy off of America,"

"Where is that bastard," Romano asked.

"Hiding in his room," England smirked, "Trying to escape Russia's wrath,"

"But Russia isn't here," France interrupted.

"My point,"

"BACK!" China's voice called, "ARU!" it added.

China walked in and collapsed on the couch, "Never again," he breathed.

"I'm awesome, so get up," Prussia poked him.

"He's tiny, da?" Russia walked in and towered over him.

"NEIN!" Germany glared at him, not forgiving him for the Berlin Wall incident. (No)

Russia was stopped from walking when he felt a tug at his scarf.

America had walked in and stepped on the scarf.

The scarf.

The-freaking-scarf.

"Die," Russia looked up straight.

"Aw," Ukraine shoved Russia's head between her breasts in panic, "How adorable,"

"Yes," Italy fawned, picking up the miniature Prussian and holding him.

"The potato bastard has affected him," Romano grumbled.

"So, who's going to be next?" Canada asked, he, of course, was ignored.

"Marry me,"

"Marry me,"

"Marry me,"

"BROTHER?!" Belarus's eyes were like saucers when she laid eyes on the Russian.

The Russian with UKRAINE.

"Die," Belarus looked at her sister.

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