Britannia slowly made her way round the table doing nothing to hide her look of amusement at the shocked expressions on the other nation's faces.
She paused by Germany and Italy to chuckle quietly
"Oh how much you two look like Rome and Germania"
"Ve! You knew Grampa Rome?!" Italy asked in his usually over enthusiastic way. Meanwhile Germany sat their awkwardly, ever so slightly intimidated by the muscle bound amazon like woman.
"Oh yes me and your Grandfather go way back, Germania too" she ruffled the two nations hair "Why don't you ask your big brother about mine and Germania's… special relationship" She whispered into Germanys ear making him jump half a mile.
Laughing quietly she moved on to the next nations who just happened to be America and Canada.
"Hey lady I don't know who-"
"Sorry what was that dear? I was busy admiring your friends little bear here, and I'm afraid I didn't notice you" she patted Americas shoulder apologetically leaving him with a look of utter disbelief that he had gone unnoticed while his twin Canada had been the centre of this strange woman's attention.
She momentarily paused next to Russia who did his usual sweet smile/ become one look.
She sent him her own smile that left the superpower pale as snow and reaching into his coat for his emergency bottle of vodka.
She finally came to stand in front of the fighting siblings, who were still locked in the same frozen positions as when she first arrived.
With her hands on her hips she gave them the scariest of all mum faces. "Allister Kirkland, you are the oldest. Now start acting like it and let go of your brother this instant"
"But mum"
"No butts or ill tan yours"
Scotland immediately released England from his choke hold "Yes mum"
Britannia smiled momentarily before returning to her cross expression. "LINE UP!"
The Kirkland brothers scrambled to do as they were told, even England who wasn't 100% sure he knew who this woman was.
"You know I was going about my day when guess what I hear? My very much adult sons acting like bloody children, fighting and yelling at each other. During a meeting no less!"
"Sorry Mum" The four nations chorused
"Sorry Mums not going to cut it. You boys need to learn your lesson" Britannia gave them a devilish grin
"If you're going to act like children, then you can be children"
Before any words of protest could leave anyone's mouth, the four Kirkland's were bathed in golden light. When the light died down, Britannia was gone.
And so were the Kirkland's they knew.
France was the first to react closely followed by Spain who both let out a high pitch "AWWWW So cute!"
In Scotland's place stood a boy about twelve years old, his limbs shockingly skinny compared to his earlier bulk. His hair was slightly longer and a few shades lighter, his he was just about tall enough to rest his head on the table top.
Wales looked similar to Scotland with his dark brown hair a few shades lighter and a little longer. Except he was a good half a head shorter and looked much skinnier in his now far too big shirt.
Ireland looked to be about six years old, his face round with a bit of baby fat covered by a thick layer of freckles and a mop of ginger hair.
However it was England that really caught everyone's attention
He couldn't have been any older than two years old. He sat in his clothes like the bundle was too heavy to stand up in. His dirty blond hair hung low over his large green eyes as he stared dumb founded at his older brothers.
"Well thwuck" Ireland cursed a prominent lisp there for all to hear.