"HOLY SHIT!" England looked down to his basement. He wasn't completely sure he should go down there. On one hand there was a little kid there probably in need of medical attention, but on the other hand there was also probably some monster that made him require medical attention in the first place.
His internal musings were interrupted as Iowa ran up the stairs, though, not as he had looked when he went down. Yay for the magic of spells that can make boys into girls~
"LOOK! I HAVE BOOBIES!" …... Note to self: Never leave spell books where children can find them. Or adults. You know what, he should probably just stick those in a locked trunk or something.
"Holy shit! Iowa, you look so cute! Hug me! Ooo~ We could totally be like that big sister and little sister I read in that one manga that daddy Alfred told me not to read, but I read anyway because it was a manga and I had nothing better to do." Florida would have to be punished later. Or not. England couldn't really care less. These states were popping up like weeds!
"Hey, you kinda look like Auntie Ukraine! You know, with the huge boobs and the blonde hair and all that." Texas claimed looking Iowa up and down.
"Hey, I'm back with Arkansas. She showed up last..." America didn't finish his sentence when his eyes caught a hold of Iowa's new form.
"ENGLAND! WHAT DID YOU DO?" England just sat there sipping his tea. His house had gone to hell a few days ago when more of the states showed up. He was just glad that... Never mind. He really didn't have any reason to be glad. There were going to be fifty bloody states tearing his house to the ground.
He dropped his tea and cradled his head in his hands. Oh his poor, poor house. T-T His house was going to hell and he couldn't do anything because every time he tried to kick America and the states out America would use those puppy dog eyes and he'd melt like butter.
"England, why does Iowa have boobs?" England lifted his head from his hands long enough to look at America then at Iowa and then at America again.
"We're having crabs, shrimp, and corn for dinner." Then he went back to his hands.
"Yeeehaa! Giddy up horsie!" Texas screamed while jumping on Missouri's back. The poor girl.
"I am not a damned horse!" Missouri screamed. Alfred really shouldn't be teaching the children those type of words. Missouri was only eight. Texas was around twelve. Wait, how was she able to...
Then, the two children fell flat on their faces.
"Everyone," Florida announced, "It is time for you to leave. Russia is now in the shower and I must turn the TV to channel three to watch." England raised himself up and was about to leave when someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" He called.
"Oh, and I invited Belarus over to watch with me." Oh someone shoot him. Those were his thoughts as he opened the door to reveal the obsessive sister.
She didn't say anything, but went and sat next to Florida.
"America, I have been meaning to ask you something. Why is Florida a girl? I always thought that she was your... You know." America blushed knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Actually my thing is-" He was cut off by Texas.
"I REFUSE TO BELIEVE I AM YOUR PENIS!" Oh.
"So, wanna leave because Belarus' dress is raising up and her hand is traveling up her leg and I think I know where this is going." England chanced a glance in that direction. He promptly fainted.
"Yeah, I thought so..."
A few hours later...
"Is it over?" England asked wearily as he slowly woke up. He prayed to the gods that it was.
"Uhm, actually Florida and Belarus have moved to her room so Florida can draw doujinshi of Belarus and Russia fucking, but sure." England just groaned.
"What is that child's name again?" He questioned looking up at America.
"Rainy." He gave America a questioning glance in hopes of receiving an answer to his glance.
"Because it rains a lot. By the way, I just received news that from Washington that Washington appeared." England just remembered that one song by Simple Plan that seemed to fit this situation well. It was called God Must Hate Me. Yeppers, that was a good song.
"Go cook dinner."
"Gotcha, honey." America winked and left England alone.
A.N./ I do apologize for the shortness. If you all have any more states you specifically want coming up next, please tell me. Don't ask me where Ken is. He's somewhere. I bet he's in a crib. Yeps. That'll make sense.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers.
