Chapter 4

Denmark's stomach grumbled. He thought he was the hungriest of them all, but nothing beat America and Finland's hunger. He felt annoyed by all this. He just sighed with impatience. He wanted to complain, but that meant they would get no food anyway. Ahh, he wanted licorice.

He turned to look at England, who was rubbing America's head. America was closing his eyes, getting ready to drift off into a deep sleep. Since the ride was kind of long, they had gotten bored. Sweden had leaned on the car door, and was now snoring. Finland had his arms crossed, waiting impatiently for food. And Iceland was still snuggled into Norway's shirt.

Denmark yawned, feeling ever so bored. He figured he may as well sleep too. He closed his eyes, trying to forget about his hunger. Sleep suddenly took him, and he dreamed about vikings. He had no idea why, but the dream was fun.

Meanwhile...

Germany was currently staring down at a sitting chibi on the floor. It wore a Teutonic Knights uniform, and was staring up at him with interest. Germany's eye twitched. Why? Why him off all people?

"Hey blonde guy, what's your name?"

Blonde guy? Prussia always called him west, so..."I am Germany. But you can call me west. Your name is Prussia."

The chibi tilted his head a little.

Germany froze. Should I say I'm his little brother? Or his big brother? Whhaaaaattttt? Sigh. Guess I'll tell him he's my little brother. "You are my little brother."

Prussia flinched. His mouth turned to a smile. "Woah! I have a brother! And he has a nickname. Cool."

Germany sighed.

"Hey, Ger-I mean, west, what do we do now? Do we play? Let's play knights! I'll be the knight, and you be the victim!"

Me? The victim? "Bruder, right now I have to-"

The Prussian suddenly felt himself grow weak. He sat down and put his hands on his stomach. Germany flinched with worry. "Bruder, are you ok?"

"Oh, west...I'm so hungry." He whined. His stomach grumbled.

Germany sighed. Bruder is always like this. And even as a child. He's mischievous, always eating, and he's gonna get into trouble. Lord.

The German put a stressed hand to his forehead. He really wanted to sit down and pet his dogs for comfort. "Can't I cook later?"

The chibi's eyes shook. "But...but I'm hungry now!" He shouted. "My stomach is all empty! It needs to be filled!"

"Can I just-"

"FOOOOOD! WEST, FOOOOOOD!"

"Alright, alright! I'll make you something! I'll make you pancakes!"

"Ha, ha! Yeah!" He suddenly tilted his head in curiosity, "What are pancakes?"

"I'm sure you'll love them." Germany sighed. He picked up the little chibi and put him in a chair. "I'll be back. Just wait here for the time being."

Prussia's stomach grumbled. "Hurry!"

Germany sighed and sped to the kitchen. Within minutes he had at least four pancakes done, stacked on top of each other. He remembered that they usually go with maple syrup and butter, so he threw that on too. Finally he was finished and wiped his forehead from stressed sweat. He raced to the kitchen and slammed the plate onto the table, making the Prussian flinch. He dropped a fork in front of him. "Here. Stop whining and eat."

The chibi drooled. "Yes!" He grabbed his fork and began to engulf the food. It was terrifying. Some bits of food splattered everywhere. Whhhhyyyy?

Finally the Prussian was done. he leaned back on his chair, holding his full stomach. "I'm full!" He yelled happily.

Germany sighed. Thank god...

Prussia yawned and leaned forward. "Now I'm tired."

"Ditto." Germany agreed.

The chibi stretched his arms out and yawned. "I want sleep."

"Me too. Come, we'll go to the couch." Germany picked up the full chibi and brought him to the couch. Germany laid down first, and then put the Prussian on his stomach to sleep.

"I will sleep until I am empty again." Prussia yawned. "Thanks for the food, west. You're awesome. But not as awesome as me"

Good. At least that 'I'm awesome' thing was still here. Germany yawned, "Sweet dreams, bruder."

"Night, west." The chibi sighed and soon drifted to sleep, Germany following.

…..

"Alright, we're here. I'm gonna ring the bell."

"Alright, but be careful. Who knows where Belarus is gonna pop out from."

England gulped. He put America down next to Denmark, "wait here, America. I'll be right back."

America nodded.

England made his way, trembling, to the front door. He raised his finger, ready to ring the doorbell. He was shaking, hesitating to do so. He gulped, and finally worked up the courage to ring the bell. He rang it, and immediately he heard rushing footsteps come towards the door. When it opened, a worried looking Ukraine stepped out, breathing heavily. "Oh thank god, you're here." She breathed with relief.

England was stunned. She looked so worn out. "Ukraine, what has happened to you?"

"My sister happened." She sighed. "Please come in." She pulled him in, and he squeaked with surprise. She closed the door and brought him to the kitchen. There his eyes widened. There was so much spilled stuff everywhere. Pots, pans, some food.

Kinda like Finland's house, he thought.

Ukraine sighed. "My sister is in the bathroom now. She is busy ripping the toilet paper apart. Please follow me." She pulled him back into the living room and looked around. Suddenly she bent down to look under a chair. England did the same, and his eyes widened.

There, was a trembling chibi Russia, holding his head with tears running down his face. Ukraine made her voice soft: "It's ok, Russia. I'm back. Come out."

Russia looked up with surprise. He scrambled out from under the chair, and jumped into his sister's arms. "Oh big sister, you're back! That crazy little sister of ours is scaring me!" He was sobbing into her shirt, and holding on to shirt tightly, shaking, terrified.

England felt so bad. Ukraine shushed him and rocked him back and fourth in his arms. "There, there, little one. It's alright." He sniffled a little and began to calm down. He breathed softly and continued to clutch onto his sister's shirt. Ukraine sighed with defeat.

England had to do something. And now. "I have an idea." He said.

Ukraine looked up, "What?"

England took out his phone. "I am going to get a bunch of nations in a group text. We'll see who has children and who doesn't." England said.

Ukraine nodded. "Good idea."

He started.

Group text:

England: Hello? Anyone?

Taiwan: England?

England: Yes Taiwan.

Taiwan: You have to help. You know magic, right? Well, I have a little Japan, China, and Korea with me. They are driving me and Vietnam crazy.

England flinched. Japan too? Oh no...

England: Don't worry, Taiwan. I will-

Egypt: YOU IDIOT. Turkey and Greece are driving me CRAZY. Turkey keeps running around, hiding from me, breaking things. And Greece has been scratched by four cats, and has been crying hysterically. HELP ME, PLEASE.

Lithuania: Um, little Poland is quite bothersome. I've had to watch ten episodes of my little pony with him, and he complains and misbehaves, runs and hides, and whines and cries if he doesn't get what he wants. I can't take it anymore.

Germany: Mein bruder does nothing but eat, sleep, eat, demand I play with him, eat, hide and break things, gets clumsy and too curious and gets in trouble, eats, and recently he jumped on one of my dog's back, yelled, 'GIDDY YUP!' and my dog panicked. The dog ran around with fear, and he flung into the living room table, breaking it and mein bruder fell, tears and everything, and-

England: Alright, Germany we get it.

Germany: Oh...sorry...did I mention he eats a lot?

England: Four times now, Germany.

Germany: Sorry

England: Quite alright, Germany, quite alright.

England: Anyone else?

Norway: Probably not. At least not yet. I hope not.

England: Same. Well, Norway, Romania, and I are doing our best to fix this. How about we all meet up at the world meeting hall for a meeting, and bring the children? We can devise a good plan with more then three heads.

Germany: I agree. Sounds reasonable.

Egypt: I'm in.

Lithuania: Anything to stop me from watching my little pony, please.

Romano: HEY, BASTARDS! I GET TO RESPOND NOW! Look, little Spain has been annoying. Demanding my attention, snuggling my leg when I try to walk, and he even asked me to read to him!

England: …..That's not so bad...

Germany: I think you have the best one out of us all, South Italy.

Romano: Shut up you potato eating bastard. Spain always talks. Sometimes he sings. He always talks to me, I can never get a chance to at least watch TV. AND HE WON'T STOP SUCKING HIS THUMB! DAMMIT!

England: Ok, ok, we get it! Look, follow my plan, and we can settle this out. Ok?

Romano: …..Fine, you stupid bastard.

England: Ok. See you all soon?

Romano: Si.

Germany: Ja

Egypt: You know it.

Lithuania: Yes.

England: Good. See you soon.

England closed his phone and sighed. Who knows? Maybe there are more nations with children that just didn't answer the text? Damn.

England sat up and sighed, turning to Ukraine: "Let's go."

Author's note!

WOW. This took longer then I expected lol. Aww baby Prussia. He's my special little baby. My precious awesome, eating baby.

*Clears throat* Anyway,

There may be more chibis after this. Stay tuned ;D

See you in the next chapter ;3

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