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America sat in the living room, staring blankly at the three other nations opposite him. "So let me get this straight. Iggy turned himself into a kid…via magic?" he asked incredulously. The island nation snorted from his spot between Canada and France. He seemed to have developed some kind of bond with the Frenchman and the Canadian.

"Don't sound so incredulous about it, you bloody git. I'm sitting in front of you, aren't I?" France chuckled, tousling the smaller blond's hair and receiving a scowl in return. He had to admit, Arthur looked incredibly cute as a child. Alfred studied the child, a slow grin spreading over his face.

"God Arthur! You're so…small!" he exclaimed, moving swiftly to crouch in front of the smaller nation and grin at him. Arthur scowled, glaring fiercely. Who did he think he was? Sure, he had turned into a kid, but that didn't mean he could use that against him.

"I'm still older than you, twit. And I can't count on your help in this…situation anyways," snapped the toddler, crossing his arms. Francis rolled his eyes. Arthur still needed the help. Plus, the threat was rather empty.

"Angleterre, you and I both know zat you need Amerique's 'elp. So why don't we all settle down like the mature nations we are and go get somezing to eat? I'm sure you're all 'ungry," suggested France. All the nations nodded, following France to the kitchen. America took this chance to scoop the smaller nation in his arms and to grin at his ex-caretaker.

"Ya look adorable, Iggy!" he said cheerfully. England struggled in his grasp, trying to get the bigger nation to put him down.

"Alfred! Put me down this instant! This is a disgrace to m-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off as he was set down on a chair. The toddler glared and looked towards France.

"He picked me up! Tell him not to do it!" he whined. Alfred pouted, turning to France too.

"But he's a kid! I wanted to!" he whined too. Canada sighed. It seemed like he and France were the only ones mature enough for this. France rolled his eyes as he cooked.

"I do not care. Alfred, do not pick Arthur up. Arthur, do not whine. It is unbecoming," he said firmly. The Englishman grumbled something but didn't say anything. A point which America was quick to point out.

"Hey, Iggy! Why didn't you say anything to him? He just…scolded you." All he got was a green eyed glare and a cup thrown at his head. But, to his credit, he didn't flinch. After all, he was the hero.

"It doesn't matter what the frog says. He's taken care of me before too and I rather trust him," said the Brit, turning to France who raised an eyebrow. The toddler was quick to put on an absolutely angelic face, as if he hadn't even thrown the cup.

"Yes?" he asked France, his voice sickly sweet and innocent. Even America almost believed that the child hadn't done anything wrong.

"Whoa, Iggy! I never knew you could do that! You have got to teach me how to sound that innocent," he marveled. Matthew hit his brother on the head and picked Britain up and out of the chair, setting him on the floor and then looking at Alfred.

"Can you take Arthur to the living room and watch a movie with him while we cook?" asked Matt, gently pushing both his brothers away. America nodded, swinging Arthur up and taking him to the living room.

"You can pick the movie out Artie!"

"MY NAME IS ARTHUR!"

About half an hour later, both the blonds in the living room were sitting quietly and both the French speaking nations were growing a bit worried. And the worry quickly turned into concern when they heard twin shrieks from the other room. France's eyes widened and he glanced at Canada before rushing to the other room with the younger nation following.

The sight before them was, in retrospect, rather funny. Both the blonds were sitting huddled on the couch under a pile of blankets, the toddler on the American's lap, and both of them hiding their eyes from the screen. On the TV played a French horror movie (dubbed in English). Both the nations in the blankets were trembling as the gruesome pictures on the screen continued. Francis recognized the movie and quickly turned it off, striding in front of both of them and pulling the blankets off. America clutched England tighter to himself and they both let out terrified screams.

"IT'S HIM!" They wailed, hiding again. Canada pushed the Frenchman away and moved to both his brothers, mumbling soothing words s he pried Arthur away from his brother's death grip and handed him over to the long haired blond. Arthur's ex-caretaker held him close, letting the little nation hide his face in his neck.

"It's okay Arthur. It was just a movie," he soothed. Canada was using a similar tactic on his brother who had him in a hug.

"Oh god Mattie, it was so messed up. I didn't know French people could even do that," whispered Alfred hoarsely, squeezing his brother more tightly. "I want Arthur right now. Like, big Iggy," he whimpered. France, who had managed to slightly calm the hysterical child, moved to sit on the couch with Alfred who immediately clung to him. The oldest nation raised an eyebrow but didn't move him away.

"Why were you even watching zat 'orror movie?" he asked, hugging the child in his arms as he broke out into a fit of shudders.

"Arthur s-said he didn't get freaked out by horror movies," confessed America, squirming closer to Francis and looking around the room worriedly.

"Let's have dinner," announced Canada, who had seemed to vanish and reappear in a matter of seconds. Arthur and Alfred let out shrieks again, jumping violently and moving even closer to France. The nation, for his part, mumbled soothing French words to England, giving him a kiss on his head. "Come on, Angleterre. Let's eat dinner," he said, carrying the child to the kitchen. After a fairly silent dinner in which two nations, I'm sure you can guess who, were jumping at every noise, it was time for bed.

Canada was a bit worried. He thought that it seemed like England's mind had reverted to a kid's mind during the movie. But he couldn't be too sure. The said toddler was hesitating before he tugged on Matthew's pants. "Matthew? Can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked quietly. The violet eyed man was surprised. A small smile graced his lips.

"I would love it Arthur. But unfortunately Alfred asked me first. Should I ask Francis for you, eh?" The smaller nation bit his lip before nodding. Canada smiled down and turned to Francis already there.

"Come on, Angleterre. Nous allons dormir, d'accord? "

Britain nodded, relaxing as France picked him up and whisked him into his room.

"Bonne nuit, mes enfants!" he called, setting England down on the bed in England's guestroom. "Come on. I won't leave you." Britain nodde, changing into the pajamas his caretaker handed him, and changed into them. He was rather glad for having someone to sleep with him, even though he couldn't understand why he ad freaked out like that. After all, he had watched scarier movies. But he gave up on those thought on concentrated on the breathing of his caretaker as he closed his eyes. Yes, he could think about it later.

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~Ren