I don't own Hetalia, thanks for reading this ^_^ and thanks to Bamfisawesome for being mad and helping so much with this and for encouraging the insanity.

Wy strode up the path to her house she'd been out to get some paint, she'd been running low for a long time, but she'd finally given in and gone shopping when she'd completely run out of red half way through a painting.

She was hoping to get back before Australia was meant to visit her. But of course his car was already there (he'd be able to park closer if he'd let her have her drive way!)...ugh, she was hoping to finish her painting first.

She opened the door "Australia?," she called, nope, nothing. Instantly she noticed that something was wrong. Tiny purple and brown foot prints tailed along the floor, and hand prints of various colours were scattered at about knee height. "Hello?"

giggling from the living room was her response...cautiously she stepped into the living room, there was a movement to her left which caught her eye. She span around just in time to see a tiny figure disapear behind the curtains.

Meanwhile in Italy, Seborga was going on a visit. But he'd decided on making an entrance, he'd tried it out before on Wy and Sealand and he figured that the reactions from his brothers would be spectacular. He'd suspended himself upside down in a tree and covered himself in stage blood...because bringing tomato ketchup within a hundred meters of Romano would be like signing his own death sentence.

He was actually starting to regret not calling ahead, because hanging upside down for as long as he had was starting to make him feel weird.

Suddenly there was a loud wailing sound, he looked down to see a small child with red hair bawling his/her eyes out, he didn't know what gender it was, but the child looked familiar. Then his vision went red and stingy...he shook his head and the tomato slipped off of his face. A second child had appeared and was proceeding to swear at him. Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, they looked like his brothers, he had to show them this...

Prussia woke up at around three in the afternoon, which honestly wouldn't have been that weird if it wasn't for the fact that his brother usually woke him up at an hour of the morning which shouldn't be seen by anything non nocturnal.

So Prussia woke up, and went down stairs, perhaps Germany had started training and forgot about him...it wouldn't be the first time someone had forgotten him lately.

He sat down and kicked his feet up on the sofa. This was how mornings-um-Afternoons, were supposed to be spent, not running around, he did actually like training but not at a time when he wasn't properly awake.

"Get your feet off the sofa" Demanded a voice, Prussia sat up and looked around, A small blonde child stood in the doorway with folded arms.

"Germany?"

the child stamped his foot "FEET DON'T GO THERE!" he snapped...well shit.

Wy yanked back the curtain, A child with brown hair and wide inquisitive eyes stared back at her...absolutely covered in her paints.

The child let out a high-pitched squeal of laughter before diving behind an arm chair, Wy grabbed his paint smothered ankles and yanked him backwards.

He laughed again. "Who are you?" she asked, frowning at the toddler.

"Stralia" he grinned.

Wy scowled at him, he was just lucky she'd bought new paint. "Yes, well done, that's where we are, now what is your name?"

The child pouted "Stralia!" he grumbled.

After the night before, China had decided to invite his family over for dinner, maybe that would make him feel a little better, he knew that they were all in his home country, they just hadn't visited...which was a little upsetting, okay, a lot...no one had spoke to him outside of a world meeting in ages. He'd set about cooking everything he could think of, things he remembered them liking, things he thought they liked, even things that he himself thought were disgusting.

The doorbell rang, China composed himself and opened the door "Niha-oh..." a group of small children looked up at him, he didn't even have to ask, he knew who they were.

It had taken Seborga an age to get himself down from the tree, it probably would have gone faster if the grumpy child had stopped throwing things at him.

He'd ran to the house, finding mini versions of his brothers might even be a better surprise than his hanging from a tree plan. He hadn't even realized that the kids had followed him until one of them yelled at him "OI, BASTARD!, what are you doing in my house!"

"our house" corrected the second

"That's what I said!"

panic seized Seborga for a moment, did he have the right house?...had his brothers moved without telling him? Then he saw one of Italy's paintings hanging in the corner.

Kneeling down so he was at eye level to the children he decided to find out what was going on.

"Who are you two?"

"Who's asking?" snapped the moody one

"I'm Italia Veneciano and this is Italia Romano, who're you?"

the moody child gave the other a dead arm "Shut up" he hissed.

Well then, that solved that. Sort of.

Prussia was immediately on the phone to France and Spain, but all he got was some weird gurgling sounds...so he'd decided to go and talk to them in person because dammit he needed to work out what was wrong and what he really wanted was someone to blame and he knew that both Spain and France would give him someone to blame swiftly he chucked the tiny Germany who was currently having the mother of all tantrums into the car. He'd had to put him on a stack of cushions because he didn't actually have a child seat.

"I don't want to go" he grumbled miserably from on top of the cushions.

Prussia cast the child in the back seat a funny look "Well tough, I'm your big brother".

China decided that he would get to the bottom of this later, it was probably England's fault anyway.

Instead, China had decided to relish the moment because he'd missed being the big brother.

He knew he probably shouldn't be, but he was actually quite happy to have his siblings back in the house.