I am still not the owner of Hetalia, sorry this took so long, I've got writers block at the moment. Thanks for reading and reviewing and stuff

Prussia hadn't been able to drive anywhere near as fast as he wanted to, because he had West in the back. He was almost at the French border when his phone rang, It was some French politician or another telling him that there had been something of an incident and for him to wait at home for France to be delivered to him, he told the man that he was already on his way to France's house and would pick him up from there. Seconds after that phone call had ended he got another, this time from a Spanish sounding politician saying pretty much the same thing as the French one. Prussia decided that what had happened to them was probably what had happened to Germany who was still sulking on the back seat with his little arms folded and a frown on his tiny features.

China had always held an idealised view of parenthood, he just hadn't realised how idealised until he let the children into the house. Apparently the authorities in each of their countries had sent them at around the same time. Which meant that China was faced with child versions of Japan, Vietnam, Taiwan and South Korea. He knew he was missing a few, but the point was that four of little brothers and sisters were with him. The things China remembered about these children were little things like teaching Japan how to cook, playing dolls with Taiwan, things like that. What they actually did upon entry to the house was unleash chaos. Japan had toddled off down the corridor at alarming speed, Taiwan had plonked herself down on the floor and started wailing and Vietnam and Korea began trying to disassemble the television. China didn't know what he should deal with first. He'd never been able to handle the tears of a child but he didn't want Korea and Vietnam to get electrocuted and he had the sneaking suspicion that Japan was making a bee line for the kitchen.

So he did what any self respecting sibling did...he yelled for them all to stop.

Sealand was kicking his legs while sitting on a bench outside of the meeting room. England was talking to Sweden, Finland, Denmark, Norway and Iceland. Sealand wasn't sure what they were talking about but he was getting really really bored, He'd been singing to himself but replacing every single word with 'bored', He'd already done Bohemian rhapsody, all the spice girls songs (because he knew it annoyed England) and worked his way through three musicals. They said they'd be three hours tops, they'd been in there for nearing nine hours now. He knew that Sweden had told him to wait but he was bored, so he peeked around the door.

What met Sealand's eyes was not what he had expected. What Sealand had thought he would see was his sort of family arguing and joking and hopefully winning against England in whatever they were discussing. What Sealand actually saw was a group of toddlers. He stared for a few moments, they were definitely his family, He could clearly see who was who and he didn't know any children with eyebrows like England (He and Wy didn't count because they weren't kids! That was just something other nations said to try to stop them becoming recognised countries)

"Dad?" Sealand asked, taking a step towards the tallest of the children. The small blonde looked at him and attempted a smile.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked shakily.

Sweden looked like he was going to respond but was interrupted by England who toddled over to him "I know who you are!" he exclaimed raising an arm in the air like he was at school.

"Who am I then?" Sealand replied, kneeling down to the same level as the children.

"You're a bloody git" and with that England let out a loud peal of laughter and ran off and hid under a chair with Norway.

Sealand honestly didn't know what it was that he'd been expecting.

Putting France in the car had been a challenge. He didn't throw a tantrum like Germany did but he did wriggle around a lot. He'd also insisted on bringing some things which Prussia had then been forced by the toddler to find those things with a stroppy Germany and an excitable France. The objects France wanted to take with him were a photo album and some cushions. Prussia tucked the cuhions under one arm, Germany under the other and took France's hand as he lead them out to the car. Carefully he started to stack the cushions for France to sit on, but the moment he tried to get him to sit on them the boy started screaming. "France, France stop screaming! What's wrong?" Prussia yelped as he tried to calm the child.

"They're my friends!" Francis wailed, Prussia hadn't dealt with a crying child in a long time apart from Germany not too long ago and he'd forgotten most of the tricks he used to know.

"What do you mean your friends?" He asked.

He sensed a presence behind him and turned to see a middle aged woman who he briefly remembered was France's secretary (Where the hell had she been when he'd been traipsing all over the house on the whim of a tiny nation). "I didn't have any toys for him to play with, he's been playing with those cushions through most of the morning" She answered before straightening up.

France was still sniffling "I can't sit on them, they're my friends"

Prussia knelt down "Friends can sit on friends in an emergency" he explained hoping that France would somehow understand and sit down.

Wy was beginning to regret her decision to call the authorities about Australia's predicament. Instead of helping him they had put the pair of them on an airplane bound for Germany with the instruction that they'd hear the person picking them up before they saw him.

Australia was looking out of the window and excitedly pointing at the world below. Usually Wy would have been contemplating the paintings she could create, but right now she was exhausted. Apparently a nation with the mind and body of a twelve year old was not built to withstand a single morning in the company of a single toddler.

She tried to curl up on her seat and go to sleep but Australia was chattering away to himself.

China hauled Taiwan off the floor and carried her on his hip as he raced over to Vietnam and Korea who were trying to work out how to remove the TV from it's stand. "You two stop that, aru!" he exclaimed

two pairs of eyes glanced at him, Vietnam waddled over to China and clung onto his trouser leg. Korea however, the look in Korea's eyes bore a familiar look, the look he used to have before he did something particularly bad...it was a look that China had heard Romano call the 'fuck you, look' and sure enough Korea knocked the television over. It shattered on the ground and China swore under his breath. There was a cry from the kitchen and China grabbed Korea's hand and hauled him behind him as he sprinted into the kitchen where Japan sat howling about how he couldn't reach anything. This would be harder than he thought.

Picking up Spain had been considerably more easy than picking up France, he wasn't wriggly and he didn't complain. He seemed perfectly happy to sit next to France and only paused to say goodbye to a politician who had been taking care of him. Throughout the journey his phone had gone off about fourteen times, he checked the last message 'Prussia, pick up Wy and Australia from the airport' Prussia sighed, nobody even asked if he was doing something important anymore.

The airport was on his way home but he didn't have enough seats, he supposed that he'd have to get one of them to have France on their lap because at least then he'd stop moaning about his cushion friends being squashed. Prussia drove over a bride and braked suddenly as France and Spain started screaming at the top of their lungs. Germany had his hands pressed firmly over his ears and was giving them a reproachful look. "Stop that!" Germany grumbled, Prussia theorized that he was in dire need of a nap.

France and Spain shook their heads "We always scream over bridges" Spain informed him.

Prussia remembered that, they had started that particular tradition a few decades earlier when they'd visited Norway, he couldn't remember the exact circumstances.

"You remember? Do you remember everything?" he asked.

The pair looked confused "No," murmured France, his bottom lip was beginning to wobble "Am I meant to?"

"No, don't worry, you guys go to sleep!" Prussia replied, continuing his drive over the bridge and trying to ignore the screaming.