Chapter 4

To accurately describe to you the way England's house looked like when we finally arrived I'll have to take you back in your memories a bit.

Do you remember that girl in your class? The one who brought in that project that one time and she didn't even need to stand next to it but you knew it was hers? The reason that you knew it was hers was simply the fact that the damn thing was oozing fucking glitter and rainbows.

Now take that horrible, disgusting, fucking creepy mental image and drape it over England's plain, boring and utterly tasteless house.

And that is what we arrived to.

The plain oak wood (Come on, really? No one uses oak anymore that's like reading a damn book with paper. Completely distasteful.) had been painted-no, wait, smeared- bright colors of red, white and blue. The only thing normal it seemed, were the flowers which included plain daisies that covered the front deck.

Oh wait, those only counted if you didn't notice all the damn roses everywhere!

I mean I knew that France had an unhealthy obsession with them, but really? There was so many of them it felt like a wave of roses came and barfed on top of you. They were sprouting up in the creepiest of places like in between the cracks of the stone walk way, across the length of the drive through and in between the statues you-know-where.

"Poor England," Prussia sighed "Got the most… artistic version of our friend." Both mini Spain and mini Prussia began to look down and shake their heads.

So I guess I'm not the only one who thinks fuckface is insane.

Hm, good to know.

Anyway, as we walked up the driveway (trying to avoid those fucking thorn growers from hell!) we noticed both Antonio and Gil get fairly excited. In fact, I could see Antonio smiling hugely as we walked up the rickety steps onto the front's porch. This was also evident when Antonio began trying with all his might to reach the doorbell, which, happened to be about two inches higher than he was. With a small boost from me ( What! I was feeling sorry for the kid!) Antonio was able to reach the small doorbell.

When England came out he was sporting a very fitting butler suit that France and Spain had tricked everyone into wearing on April fools. Basically this meant that the Brit had on nothing more than a black piece of cloth around his crotch area.

Oh, and white bunny ears.

One must not forget the bunny ears.

Before a single word was spoken between all of us I pulled out my very classy, bright red smart phone and snapped a picture of him.

"Bloody wanker! What the hell do you want now?" He yelled trying to take my phone from me.

I smirked keeping from the Brit but the two of us stopped our rough-housing when a small voice snapped underneath me.

"Don't talk to Mr. Lovi that way!"

"Hmp," England squatted down, "I haven't seen you this small since… well actually I don't think I've had the pleasure to meet the younger version of you. So short Spain, are you also an idiot like adult you?"

"Shut up! I'm not stupid! You're the stupid one!" he yelled kicking the British man's calf.

"Son of a-"

"England!" Feli snapped looking very cross.

England stopped mid-sentence and stood dusting himself off as if nothing happened but I could tell the tea bastard was hurting when he had a small limp in his step. I snickered proud of my miniature Antonio.

"England! The house is dégoûtant! How can you live in a dusty place like this?!" A small French man called out while walking up to the door. He was sporting his usual clothes that consisted of a bright blue shirt and an equally bright red shirt.

Oh and his clothes fit.

How in the holy hell did he get his clothes to fit?!

Fucking typical.

Whatever.

France's eyes grew a bit when he realized his two closest friends were standing before him and in a cheerful jump he pounced on his two best friends tackling them into a giant hug.

"Dieu merci! I thought I was the only one!" He cheered, rubbing his face against Antonio's cheek, " you know big brother just can't live without you two!"

"Whats up franny," Prussia mocked but still held on to his friend like it was for dear life.

"Oh its horrible! I'm stuck with this horrible person who has absolutely no fashion sense!" He dug his face deeper into the Spaniards shirt and that's when I believed it had gone too far.

I grabbed said nations collar and pulled him away from the Frenchmen with a yank. Antonio looked at me questioning but I kept my hold on the boy's shirt.

Kid or not France is still a fuckface who would do anything to get in Spain's pants.

Therefore I must protect him.

Shut up! It's not like I care about the guy!

Not a lot anyway…

Screw you!

While my mind was on its normal walk about I realized that France had been glaring at me THE ENTIRE TIME.

"And who are you?" He said through gritted teeth.

"Francypants this is Mr. Lovi, he helped me find you!"

Frances glare subsided and his face filled with recognition.

"Are you the Italian who visited earlier?" His blonde eyes began searching me up and down and I noticed a disgusting smile spread across his face. Suddenly feeling very exposed I buttoned my jacket up one more thoroughly hiding any skin from underneath. "Antoine you did not tell me you had such a… handsome friend."

Spain seemed to just notice the disturbing smile and jumped in front of me pushing his hands out to guard me.

"Francis! These are my friends!"

"Yes but-"

"No buts!" He yelled very cross.

Prussia- like the idiot potato he is- just began to realize what was happening and shook his head laughing.

"Come on franny really? These are me and Toni's siblings. How un-awesome of you."

"Well I-" after realizing the lost this argument he sighed. "Well do come in, we have plenty to talk about."

"Vee~ Big brothers acting so nice to us~" Feli chirped.

ouo

After everyone entered the so called living room and found some object to lean/sit on France began to talk.

"It seems as though England has found the reason for our, um, problem," he started.

"So it was you England!' I yelled throwing a- what the hell is this? Ugh whatever, -at his blonde head.

"Calm the hell down you git!" He said whilst sidestepping the thrown object by seconds "I merely found a reference of what happened, I swear that I was not the reason that this happened."

"Well at least you found something Ve~" Italy once again chirped in the middle of Germany's lap.

"Yes well, in my book it speaks of a spell that sends someone into the past." I tried to pay attention to what he was saying but damn, you try to pay attention with two giant caterpillars sitting on top of the blonde's eyes.

It's freaky dammit.

Moving right along…

"So you're telling me a couple of losers are doing this from our time?" Prussia growled clearly getting angrier by the second.

Mini Fuckface nodded.

"Well how are we supposed to kick their un-awesome asses?!"

"Well it seems as though our older selves are going to have to do It," the French man said unfazed.

Everyone sat quietly for a moment, trying to digest this new piece of information.

We were leaving this up to Spain, France, and Prussia.

As in the bad touch trio…

We are so fucking screwed.

England, potato bastard and Feli all began to realize this because their faces all more or less fell at the same time. The German bastard actually seemed to have a vein pulsing in his forehead out of pure annoyance.

Haha. Sucks to be him.

….

You know what fuck you! I know I'm in the same boat… but still!

Whatever.

While my mind was wondering to god knows where France the perverted fucker had decided to take it upon himself to announce things ore important then there older selves.

Oh, this ought to be good.

"Now that we have that boring piece of information out of the way, we need to address something much more important regarding those bed sheets you call clothes." He glanced at Antonio exceptionally long, with the biggest look of distaste I'd ever seen on the French man.

Antonio who just realized his shirt was a hundred and twelve sizes too big smiled sheepishly. He looked a bit red from the glances he was getting which caused me to roll my eyes.

"Franny… you promised you'd never touch my uniform…" the small potato spoke while looking as if all hell had broken lose.

Then again it probably did.

"Yes well," the Francis looked the German over, "desperate times call desperate measures." He then grabbed onto the German and Spaniard's sleeves and pulled them into the room next to us.

"Noooooooooooooooo!" Prussia cried trying to jerk away but as the cliché goes resistance was futile.

Germany, who was keeping quiet this entire time, snickered a bit. This invited Feli to laugh along and fill the room with the laughter of two beautiful amazing homosexuals.

Yup.

How do you people like this stuff?

OUO

A few giggles and sips of gross murk water that England calls tea later our minis came back out of the room.

Except they didn't all walk out like normal people.

No.

That would be too boring and plain.

Instead they came out one by one in a very fashion-show oriented way. This meant that our adorable potato came out first walking in between the coffee table and coach strutting around awkwardly.

"Now presenting the bad touch trios new uniforms~ first up is Prussia with a navy blue button up and beige cargo shorts."

"I look like a wimp." The German finished.

"Nonsense Prussy, You look perfect."

"Ve~! Big brother is right you look adorable~!" My brother added smiling with wide eyes.

Gilbert looked up at Feli with shining eyes smiling a bit wider.

"Guess I do look awesome!" He shouted, climbing onto the table dancing like he was at a party.

Germany then took that moment to remove his brother and sit him back onto the floor in a criss-cross fashion.

"Now we have our adorable Antione~ He's sporting a green and red plaid shirt with a tan jacket. He's wearing dark blue skinny jeans that complement his as- I mean his figure quiet nicely."

Now to say I was surprised would be quiet the understatement since I practically did a spit take on England. This would mark the first time that I saw the Spaniard as anything besides tooth rotteningly adorable.

In fact he actually looked quiet handsome…

What's wrong with me?

"Do you like it Mr. Lovi? I feel like a prince!" He exclaimed as twirled in a circle.

"Ye-yeah you look pretty nice… bastard." I looked away hiding my blush that formed on my cheeks.

He smiled all wide and then realized there was a bright red ribbon stuck to his shoe. He pulled it from the sneakers to tie it onto his wrist but failing horribly. Instead of watching the younger male flail around in his quest to tie the stupid thing, I grabbed it and in the heat of the moment tied it into his hair. He looked at me questioningly but smiled feverishly.

"Why in my hair mr. lovi?"

"Because, we need to keep that rats nest tied up somehow" I teased.

The spainiard giggled which let me calm down and enjoy those small little laughs.

What am I going to do with myself?

A/n: bad ending, bad ending, badddddddddddd ending. Im a failure at ending these chapters. Ugggggghhhhh! Sorry for the big failure of a chapter end.

A/n2: to all the fabulous people who are reading this in the world:

CIAO~~~~!

Yup, I needed to do that.

A/n3: now before you leave me and my fail for a forth chapter wanted to ask you fabulous raders of mine a question. Back when I first started this story I posted another story called 'letters to my lovers' and this one is doing great but that one kinda crashed and burned. I know spamano fans are the nicest but also the most true to their beliefs so I wanted to know if maybe a few of you could go over there and tell me what I did wrong?

Please?

Anyway have a good weekend and see you soon~