Germany's Plan to Take Down the World

Chapter 3 - Kids -

Germany checked the beer in the fridge. It looked normal. He nodded, smirked and closed the door. He slipped on his jacket and went to the front door, sliding on his shoes.

"Prussia! Don't touch my beer in the fridge! I'm going out for a bit!" he shouted and shut the door behind him. Knowing his brother, this would go exactly as planned.

Upstairs, Prussia paused his video game and perked up at the word beer. Surely West knew better then to tell him, right? He laughed his weird 'Kesesese,' and went to the kitchen. Sure enough, an untouched 24 pack of beer was just sitting in there. He shouted in excitement and pulled out his phone, texting France and Spain.

DUDE! West left a two dozen pack of beer in the fridge! GET OVER HERE NOW!

Toni: Really? I am on my way mi amigo!

Franny: Quoi? Vraiment? Coming over right now mon ami~

Prussia cackled and pulled the beer out of the fridge, and set it on the table. Eight a piece. YEAH! He laughed again and opened a bottle. No point in waiting, he thought to himself. He took a long sip and then voiced his pleasure in the drink. The door opened and his two friends came in, eyeing the beer.

"Let's drink!" Prussia shouted and they all downed a bottle of the alcohol.

As they all drank more, their senses dulled, so they didn't notice that they were gradually getting shorter, faces getting more child-like in appearance.

When Spain excused himself to the bathroom he then noticed how high up everything looked, and how loose his clothes were. He looked at his hands, vision a bit unfocused due to the beer, and wondered if he had had just a bit too much if he was hallucinating like this. This was definitely a first for him. He shrugged and finished up his business.

When he returned to the room, he saw that Prussia and France looked younger as well, their clothes hung loosely on them, Prussia's long sleeved shirt flapping around like the shirts that China wore.

"Mi Amigo? Why do you look so short?" he asked, words slurring just a bit.

Prussia laughed drunkenly, "Why do you look so short?"

France tried focusing and saw his brown-haired friend looking rather worried, he rubbed his chin as he usually did when he himslef was worried, expecting to feel the roughness of his stubble, but only felt smooth skin. He tilted his head in confusion and tried again, still no stubble. He stumbled into the bathroom and focused on his reflection. His hair was shorter. He saw no stubble. His face was more rounded and chubby looking. "Mon dieu.. What is going on?" he mumbled to himself. He looked like a child.

He went back out to where his two friends were and found Prussia poking Spain's cheeks in enjoyment, "Kesesese! Why are your cheeks so squishy?" he pinched his cheeks and Spain flinched and pinched Prussia's cheek in counter-attack.

"I could say the same about you!" he said angrily, pinching both of his cheeks and stretching out his face.

"Ow, ow, ow, OW OW OW OW! Stop that, not awesome!" Prussia said and retreated to the other end of the couch, rubbing his cheeks and pouting. Spain instantly brightened and tackled Prussia into a hug, "So CUUUUTTTE!" he said.

France noticed that his voice was higher pitched, like it sounded when they had been kids.

"Your childish face reminded me of when Roma was still small!" Spain cooed as he continued hugging Prussia.

Prussia just laughed and pulled away from the over-affectionate Spaniard.

France sighed and wished that his friends had longer attention spans. He thought of how this could've happened. Then he thought of whose house they were at. Mon dieu…

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Germany decided that he had wandered the streets long enough. Those three had probably drunk enough beer to find out the effects of messing with him. He turned the corner and started heading back to his house. He had stopped at the store and bought a twelve pack of beer and took one out, idly sipping it as he pictured their surprise.

He smiled to himself and opened the door to his house. He walked into the living room and saw the three on the couch passed out. Their bodies couldn't take the amount of alcohol that they normally consumed. They would have a killer headache in the morning. He picked up the three of them and buckled them into the back seats of his car.

Then Germany drove over to Romano's, picking up the child-Spain and knocked on the door. He heard some cussing and someone stomping to the door way and pulling it open. He narrowed his eyes when he saw Germany. "What do you want potato bastard?"

"I was just dropping off your Spaniard," he said, shifting the child in his arms to bring him to the Italians attention. Romano looked at the child and blushed, recognizing the Spaniard. He automatically opened his arms and Germany transferred the now sleeping Spain into his arms. Germany smirked and returned to his car, using the Italians distraction and grabbed Prussia and France, went inside (Romano had walked off somewhere inside with Spain) and dropped the two off onto a couch and promptly left.

He thought to himself, 'Four in one shot. Not bad.'

As he drove home, he wondered who he would get next, and how.

A/N: I'm sorry! I meant to have this on a few days ago. But a few days ago I was traveling. I just got back and felt like writing. I am a person who is horrible with deadlines. I really should be writing for my other stories as well… I still feel weird from all the time I spent on the plane.

Anyways, thank you for the reviews from SakuraMoriChan, B is for Beyond, Bralt and the Anon HetaReader~

The part from the last chapter I got from the MMD of England. Just type in 'Hetalia England's hair is blue' on YouTube and it is the first video.

M'kay~ That is all!