Yo! So I'm actually seeing this awesome anime right now. XD Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic. Anyway, I hope you like a part four of the story! :P

"What. Did. You. Do?" You seethed at the British nation.

The man in front of you winced in fear as you laid your mighty and horrifyingly pissed look on the nation. In the blonde's hands was a little boy in a white cloak. Baby blue eyes peered at you from the mass of white clothe and yellow hair. You felt like cooing at the kid if it weren't for the little problem emerging from the kid and the man hold him.

England gulped and tried to smile cheerfully. "A-Ah! Miss/Sir of the United States! I… um… may have accidentally casted a spell on America?"

Your pissed off look turned into a death glare. Like a deluxe-I'll-kill-you-later kinda of death glare. You snatch the child from his arms and told a guard to tell the Queen that England would be flying home very soon. The little boy tilted his head in confusion, but didn't resist in your arms. The little boy, otherwise know as America, was looking around as you carried him into the Oval Office. You plop him down on one of the luxurious couches and kneel in front of him.

"I'm sorry, America, for leaving you alone," you spoke gently to him.

He tilted his head in confusion. "Where is Davie?"

You gave him a sad look. " Davie is off somewhere else, little America. I'm your president. You're in the future."

His confusion switched to a cheerful look. "Am I a big boy like Big Brother England?"

" Yes," you smiled softly at the little guy, "you definitely arm."

The little one cheered in excitement and hugged you tightly. Great, you're watching over a child AND leading a country.

Oh wait… You always were...

You chuckle lightly and swoop the little guy up. "Let's go to the Gardens, hmm? We can play with my dog, Stark."

Who's only named that because America had Tony and he insisted I have Stark, you though humorously.

Little America smiled innocently up to you and your heart nearly melted. You want downstairs to hear whispers from the workers. You passed the halls and kitchens with workers giving you odd glances. Even the guards seemed to trail their eyes on the little boy in your arms.

Wonderful, you thought. They must think that I adopted or something...

The whole day was too crazy, even for a woman/man who looked over America for months. You talked to Little America and smiled as he pointed at the paintings. He giggled in excitement at was awed by all the grownups around him. You allowed some of the workers to hold the little nation and watched him sneak into the hearts of many Americans. He had practically everyone under his adorable little fingers. Even you, a manly woman/man. They adored him and talked to him like he was a baby. You lightly laughed at the random idea of America with an old face. Your mind was giving hilarious ideas. One of the workers from the kitchen gave you the little one and you continued on you journey to the outside world.

The both of you found the door to the outside world and went through it. A guard had Stark with him and you thanked the man. Stark jumped up to get a closer look at the boy. He was a cocker spaniel and poodle mix, but you didn't care of the pedigree or whatever. Stark was a puppy when they adopted him. Quite frail and very small, the puppy nuzzled you in search for warmth. You and America agreed on Stark together.

Little America hesitantly patted the mix and it happily licked the nation in glee. You placed Little America down and the two hit it off quickly. They started o run after each other in the grass.

You noticed that they were going near a rose bush and hollered. "Stay away from the bushes, America! They have thorns!"

The American saluted to you and ran off and away from the bushes with a dog on his heels. You smiled lightly at the scene displayed before you, but it was ruined by a cough. You looked up to see a guard shyly looked at the boy and dog instead of you.

"Yes? What is it?"

The man coughed. " I was wondering. Well, many of the staff were actually wondering this. We… uh… noticed the little boy with you. May I ask… um… well… who he is?"

You sighed in exasperation. "This is Alfred's little cousin, Al…den…"

"Ah! Well, is the little one staying with us for awhile?" the guard questioned you.

You nodded and he left in satisfaction. You were tired form the odd looks and whispers behind your back. Tat was expected, though. Right? You were the latest gossip of all of America. You actions were amplified to cover from west to east. Even people from other countries would hear what you've done. It was all too stressing for you and you wished older America was here to cheer you up. You left out a depressed sigh and noticed Little America running up to you.

" Miss/Mister President shouldn't be sad!" he pouted and let out an outstretched hand. "You should play with us!"

Little America…

You let out a breath and ruffle the boy's hair with a smile. "Okay, sure."

You took the little chubby hand and was dragged into an afternoon of playing in the grass with Little America and Stark.

Heh… Sorry for the grammar mistakes and spelling. I just go this idea like right now and I needed to just type it out before it completely disappeared tomorrow. I have school to worry about, y'know :) I hope you enjoyed this fourth chapter? Yeah, fourth. XP Anyway, review, favorite, follow, and look at my profile for more fanfic kinda like this! Bye! ^_^