Story: Bratty Nations.

Author: NoveltyRose

Exclaimer: All characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Update 2 - I have fixed the grammar mistakes, at least the ones I found. I will be more careful (it won't be as sloppy!) with the next chapter update next week. Thanks for the heads up and support!

Update 1: I misspelled the name of one of my most devoted followers! So sorry but I have finally fixed it now, Fluff helps everything. You will get a proper shout out in next chapter. ;)

I have fixed some of the grammar mistakes and will fix the rest in due time as my computer or internet is awfully slow and the edit button on the site doesn't save anything so I have to upload a new doc each and every time, which wouldn't be a problem if the site didn't always eat my line breaks so I have to put them in manually, which is the only thing the edit button allows me to save, if I am lucky. But it will be fixed, there just some minor technical problems in my way but I am used it. I will get there in the end. I think this must be a problem on the site as I have tried changing browsers and computers with same or similar result or rather failure.

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Author notes: Yes! Finally the other chibi nations are here! :D Sooo sorry for the long wait, been busy among other things and thank you so much for your kind words, follows and favorites. You guys are the best and your encouragement has helped me through some really dark times and oh boy has the world gone through some change since my last update and although they wont effect the story, the events can affect my mood to write. But thanks to a review from ToLazyToLogIn, pleading for me to update, I knew I couldn't postpone this fic any longer and believe me I have thought about this every single day between my other writing jobs and the Panama Papers and Eurovision….

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Once again I had to dived the chapter in two, as it kept getting longer in rewriting but that only means that the next chapter shouldn't be too far behind and that there is even more chibi nation action coming up. I really hope this chapter doesn't disappoint after this long wait. :S It was one of the most complicated I have written (so many characters to keep a track off!) and I thought I would never get it done, but here it is at last!

A friendly reminder, this story is window into the past, as it takes place the September 18th 2014.

On with the chapter…!


Chapter seven: A feast with Turkey

A refreshing cool wind from the sea, greets us with its open arms, unlike the horrifying cold I had experienced in the first courtyard, when at last we reach the restaurant in the fourth and last courtyard. The soothing cold is calming after the long walk under the scorching sun, going through the courtyard after courtyard, passing the endless beautifully tiled rooms and magnificent gardens on our way. For some reason Ice tried to jump into each and every pool on our way, even though they often had a fountain and did not in any way resemble the pools he is used to back home.

"Ice, no that's not the pool. That one isn't either. Well will go there later." I pulled him back with the leash each and every time.

"Where is it then?" Ice pouted and looked at Turkey for answers.

Turkey smiled. "It's a secret."

What appears to be a deserted restaurant is situated on a terrace with big green letters, Konyali, on the white awning over the door. We walk inside and the first thing I notice, beside the delicious aroma of food and coffee, is that no one is sitting at the tables inside, which is not that much a surprise since the museum is closed for the day and the only sign of life is a clatter in the kitchen.

Turkey vanishes into the kitchen, leaving Den, Ice and I waiting at counter and I look out the window, get a jaw dropping view of the Bosporus and in turn am greeted with some familiar faces.

The other nations are gathered in a semi-outdoor area with glass windows to protect them from the gust of wind from the sea. A long white tablecloth adores the tables that are lined up side by side, the table turning sideways so one end is facing the sea on right. Ten chairs surround it, five of them empty since aside from our seats, Spain is sharing his with little Romano, sleeping peacefully on his lab.

Judging from the empty plates stacked up high they must have been waiting for a long time and I can feel the guilt swelling up again in my stomach along with my hunger.

None of them have notices us arriving, as China is reading a newspaper, Little Japan who sits at the rear end is reading huge book but I can see most of his back as he is facing from me, Romano is sleeping in the lab of a sleeping Spain and England is busy looking at his smartphone. The only one who looks unoccupied and bored out of his skull, is little America. He sits at the far end, facing us directly and plays around with the leftover of his food while glancing once in a while at England. At last America sees us, he instantly brightens up and waves at us through the window. He is about to announce us our arrival, by shouting it at the top of his lungs, just be stopped by England absentmindedly patting him on the head, asking him to be quiet and without taking his eyes of the phone.

I mentally shake my head. He is just like a stereotypical parent these days, only paying attention to his smartphone though thankfully not taking any selfies. I have been guilty of the same…

America sinks back into his seat with a frown. "But I just wanted to tell you that they have arrived…"

At America's words they all shoot up, except that Romano falls right away back to sleep in his guardian lap. They look as one through the window, do I dare say glaring, at least England does not look happy with our late arrival though he is one to talk, never answering my calls. But instead of glaring back at him, I wave at them awkwardly, smiling apologetically, while little Ice seems to be scared of the sudden movement and staring and hides behind my back, like a shy little child, which in his state he kinda is.

Den notices me looking outside. He waves happily at the other nations, either not noticing their icy glares or just not caring. He picks up Ice and hands him over to me. "Nor, why don't you take Ice and meet the others. I will be with you in a sec." Before I have a chance to answer he steers Ice and I towards the balcony. "You two need to rest." And closes the door behind us, as if he was of afraid that we would otherwise run inside and truth be told it was little tempting. I had no desire to meet their wrath after they had to wait for ages after us but since I know there no escape, I take the first step with Ice in tow.


"What took you so long?" England takes the lead in scolding me, when I walk into the sun, to our joined table, holding Ice close and he adds in tone like a furious mother who had been waiting for their teen to arrive from a party. "We have been waiting for you all morning, it's noon now."

It could be my imagination but England looks even more pissed than usual. But he has no right to angry at me.

"Sorry, but I didn't know of your arrival till after Turkey had saved us from a hostage situation in our hotel." I say coldly and put Ice down on the floor who flees behind my back.

England looks shocked and so do the other guardians along with little Japan and America. Clearly Turkey didn't give them any information regarding our tardiness. Maybe he told them we were stuck in traffic or overslept? I am not sure which more humiliating, the truth or the lie?

As I get closer I get a better look of the other nations and to my surprise Japan is wearing a harness just like Ice and is tethered to China.

Well that's not something you see everyday! If anything I was more excepting to see Romano or America to be wearing something like this but they are both free.I decide not to comment on that and give him the same courtesy as myself has been given, as no one has commented on why Ice is wearing one and really Ice wants it anyway. Maybe no one has commented on that because that is the least thing they are thinking about…?

"Is Iceland okay?" England asks in much friendlier voice and leans forward in his seat to get a closer look at the little nation.

I take one look at Ice who peers from behind my back and if you didn't know better, one would think he had been through a horrifying hostage situation instead of having orchestrated it himself. I wisely refrain from telling them the really story. After some thought it's really too humiliating and this version gives us more sympathy instead of making us look like idiots. And in no way could I tell them about the ghost's threat or the vision that we got afterwards, as I still didn't know what it really meant or if it was in any way related to the regressed nations.

No use in worrying them any further…

I move Ice before me. "Yes, he will be fine. Ice, say hello to the them, they are your friends."

To my surprise he stiffens like a statue under their observation. Great, so now when he is not afraid of Turkey anymore, he is afraid of everything…

"Don't you know who we are?" China, who sits in the seat closest to him, asks that in a concerned voice while Japan watches Ice closely and America looks intrigued.

England stares at me with a guilty expression. "Did something happen with the Skype magic? Is that why you have been calling me constantly?"

Among other things, Ice thinks he is human but does that mean that he really doesn't recognize the other nations? He even met England before, through Skype. Is he going through more changes? Is he the only one of the transformed nations that thinks he is human and is regressing in age?

But before I have a chance to voice my concerns aloud, Ice sputters and points rudely at England. "Iceslave."

"Whaaat?" England is taken aback by that remark but before I get a chance to scold Ice, he continues, what appears to be a strange list and points at each and every nation in question.

"Hamburger, pasta, bullfighting, wall and manga." Ice proudly finishes like he had just been using a memory technique to study for a quiz. For a moment we are all rendered speechless over his list of ridicules stereotypes but once again, England is the one to break the silence.

"And I got Icesave…wait, did you just say slave?" England look daggers at Ice, who backs away but before he can use my back as a hiding place, I grab him and hold him in front of me. Once and for all, he has to learn the consequences of his actions.

Think before you speak rudely, sniff or call your guardians kidnappers…

The nations mull over Ice words, as if they really did mean something and weren't just ramblings of a confused child.

"I got a wall." China looks crestfallen. "Not even a great wall, just…a wall."

"Which manga?" Japan asks in an expert voice. "And is it shounen, shoujo, seinen…?"

America interrupts Japan's counting before Ice even has chance to answer and says in an exiting voice. "What kind of a hamburger?" He gets a faraway look in his eyes and drools on the table. He stiffens under England's strict look.

"America, remember your manners."

"I'm sorry." With a lighting speed, America grabs a napkin, pours water on it from his glass and wipes the table clean.

I am awoken from my daze when I remember I have a brat of my own. "Yes, Ice, remember your manners. You do remember their names. You know who they are, right?"

Ice looks up at me with a confused look and then it dawns on him and he looks straight at the nations. "Sure, America, England, Japan, China, Spain, Romano and of course Turkey."

"Ah, Turkey!" Romano shouts but falls right back asleep when he doesn't see Turkey anywhere.

"Hi, Rom-" Ice starts to yell and waves but is stopped by Spain who shushes him. "Ssh, don't wake him. "He has been so anxious, he didn't fall asleep till Turkey left the place."

"Sorry." Ice looks shamefully down.

So Romano is also afraid of Turkey or the only one as Ice is not anymore and Japan and America didn't react in anyway to his name. Is Turkey really linked to their transformation as well?

"Take a seat." England indicates the empty seat on his right side, even though he did not have to guide me, as each seat has a card in front of it with our name and flag, like in the United Nations meeting, except this seating arrangement is more akin to a marriage feast or family reunion. The seat is arranged in way that every guardian sits next to their charge, aside from me, as we are two and therefor I am supposed to sit between Denmark and England. Turkey's seat is between China and Spain.

Wait, isn't France missing? I am pulled swiftly from my thoughts with Ice pulling hard on the leash.

I look down on him. "What's wrong?"

Ice points to the end of the table, where there is an empty seat next to America. "Can I please sit with Ammy?"

"Ammy? You mean America?" Did he just call one of the world superpowers, Ammy? I look over at the empty seat Romano should be occupying if he wasn't napping on Spain's lap.

Ice nods happily. "Yes, we are best friends."

America is at first, puzzled over that remark but then he smiles a radiating smile and gives him a thumps up but I don't have chance to answer since Japan speaks up.

"You don't want to sit with me, Iceland-san?" Japan asks in a hurt voice and briefly looks up from his book, where he sits at the end of the table, next to an empty seat marked as Iceland's place.

Ice turn to him with an award winning smile. "Of course not Jappy, I just don't want to interrupt you in your book."

Ammy, Jappy, what's next Rommy?

"Oh, that's a nice gesture, thank you Iceland-san." Japan is about to return to the book in question when Iceland impolitely snickers and says: "You talk like an old man."

And you like a little child…

"Ice, apologize to him!" I snap at him, not for the first time but with any luck the last time even though I know better.

Japan shakes his head solemnly. "There is nothing to apologize for, for I am an old man in reality."

Does Japan know they changed? What about the others? America is too different and I know old Romano wouldn't be caught dead sleeping on Spain's lap.

"You're weird."

I don't get a single chance to rebuke Ice once more for his further rudeness, as the minute I open my mouth there is a hard knock on the glass door behind us. I turn towards the noise and see Den with a strict look. He mouths', Sit down now and in case I couldn't read from his lips, he points toward in an international gesture of, take your seat now!

Red in face and under the baffled look of the other temporary guardians, I sit down with one final parting words to Ice. "Fine, go sit with America and but remember to behave." I reach over the table and speedily switch the name and flag cards, to prevent something ridicules from happening as Ice turning into South-Italy, but then I realize by that same logic, Romano should have turned into Spain. The others cast me a stupefied look over my strange behavior.

Ugh, I am too exhausted for this nonsense. I rub my temples, and feel the normal headache making it way. It doesn't do any good that the only nutrient I have had this morning is a bag full of Tyrkish peper and some water.

"Iceslave, that was a good one." America high-fives Ice when he climbs into the seat next to him, situated between himself and England.

"Thanks." Ice high-fives him back.

"What does it mean?"

Ice shrugs. "I have no idea."

"Sounds kinky."

"America." England shoots him a warning look, which makes America shut up immediately and then he turns to me. "You look tired."

If you only knew the half of it….

But since I have no energy left to recount everything that has happened, just this morning, they only thing I say is. "I have tried reaching you for a week."

England stiffens and a guilty look crosses his feature. "I am sorry...I have been busy...with some stuff." He put his phone, which he hasn't let go off since I came here, on the table. "But anyways, I thought since I was heading here there was no need for me to contact you by phone, when we can speak face to face. What seems to be the trouble? Despite...his current condition...of course-"

"NEEEEEEJ!* NOOOOO!"" A shrilling scream makes us all jolt up in our seats.


"What, what is it? Are we under attack?" England looks quickly in every direction and sees nothing but peaceful ship sailing by on the strait below us but I can't help remembering Turkey's word from earlier in our tour, when we reached the fourth courtyard.

Turkeys asked us to imagine the seaside attacks on the palace walls during Byzantine Empire Era.

"Back then, a giant chain was used to span the Golden Horn to prevent foreign ships entering the city." Turkey says.

"SVAAALT!* COOOL!" Ice exclaimed while peering over the wall at the present maritime traffic and from his dreamy looks, trying to imagine what it looked like back in the old days.

There was nothing cool about that memory now. Is that what the vision was warning me about?! What's happening? Is there a war starting?!

"AH, TURKEY!" Romano wakes up shouting and writhes in Spain's grip.

"Roma, I have told you over and over, that he's nothing dangerous. Stay put." Spain's voice is enough to make Romano relax and fall asleep again, though Spain himself is on an edge over the sudden scream.

Good thing, Ice isn't afraid of Turkey anymore but…what else has befallen us. What danger awaits us? Wait, Den was just inside the restaurant, what did he discover there? Did someone call him with bad news?

China and Japan look awfully calm, but of course they are known for never rushing into panic, no matter how dire the situation is.

Den, the true culprit of the scream, hurries over to me. "Nor, I have some terrible news." He rubs his white knuckles together.

"What! What happened?" I jump up, ready to grab Ice and escape from whatever has happened.

"Really, there is no need for any drama." Turkey says, following closely behind him. He shakes his head in admonishing way.

"You don't understand…this is huge!" Den grabs my shoulders and hoists me out of the seat. His eyes are huge, as if he had just seen the gun-wielding ghost first hand.

"What is?!" Spit it out! You're freaking me out!

Den exhales loudly. "They don't serve any alcohol here."

I am speechless for a moment, as are the others and for a minute they only sound is of the waves and bird singing under the peaceful sun.

Then I explode with anger. "Hvaaa!? *Whaaat!?" The singing birds fly far away as they were my source of anger, and the ships seems to go faster when in fact it is my temporary co-parent who once again is at fault. I fell back into my seat in shock, too angry and tired to move.

I have never ever wanted to hit Den as much as that particular moment. Think of the children. Think of the children, don't do it in front of the children. First drag him to a secluded place…

"You…woke my Roma for this?" Spain looks at him accusingly, even though Romano is sleeping peacefully on his lap. Little Romano stretches himself like a cat. I wait for him to meow, anything to divert my attention from my stupid brother I want to hit for scaring me like that.

The absurdity of what he did finally hits Den, when the other nations who most of them had heart palpitation, scowl at him and he rubs his arm, full of shame.

"Ah, sorry….but-"

Spain's shakes his head, his outburst all gone and says in mild voice, full of understanding. "No, it's understandable. It was shock to me as well and even more to England, he wanted something strong."

England affirmatives it by nodding his head. "I settled for tea, but yeah I would have preferred something stronger." He takes up the teacup and takes a sip. A peaceful look adorns his prominent features.

"Tea is fine with me." China adds unasked and smiles politely. Japan does the same.

"I am sorry it's the law, but at the other place you can get some alcohol." Turkey points over the sea, though I am not sure if he means that literally.

Wait, what other place? What's going on? I can't handle any more riddles without at least some caffeine into my system.

I turn to Den, who has relaxed considerably when the nations understood where he was coming from, but he forgot he had me to deal with and stiffens when he sees my murderous look.

I whisper slowly to him in a dangerous voice. "Den, you have exactly five second to get back there and bring me some food…and coffee, or I won't be hold accountable for what I will do to you."

"Yes, sir…" Den gulps audibly and disappears fast as lighting into the kitchen.


Den puts food and coffee in front of me, before sitting down in his own seat on my left. On a long table next to us is a sumptuous feast, a buffet with traditional Turkish cuisine meals like tandyr -low temperature oven baked baby lamb-, begendili kebap -aubergine caviar with lamb meat-, stuffed lamb and vegetables with olive oil along with a lots of desserts and drinks, which the waiters and cooks carry outside onto the terrace with a lighting speed, before disappearing back into the kitchen. Turkey takes his seat between China and Spain with sleeping Romano. Thankfully Romano did not wake up when Turkey took the seat beside him, however he was in for a rude awaking if not prepared for him correctly.

We all eat or drink in an awkward silence and those not facing away from the sea, watch the maritime traffic sail by or the occasional bird fly over us. The heat is bearable; thanks to the cool breeze from the sea and this would be a perfect relaxation if not for our little problems. None of the guardian or Turkey seem to have any clues as to how to start this ritual or treatment. Nothing has changed with regressed nations being altogether with their guardians. I find no change or any magical aura, and if I didn't know any better we could all be on some family outing. Wasn't Ice supposed to be the key or something?

"So, what do we do now? Everyone is present right?" I ask after a lengthy silence and after having eating my full and got a healthy amount of coffee to stay awake for the, whatever the plan is.

"Not everyone. Where is France? Shouldn't he be here as well?" Spain asks in a worried voice and look around as if he is expecting smiling France to appear from the next corner.

"Why should he?" England snaps and puts down his teacup with an unnecessary force, so few precious teardrops spills on the table. As England doesn't pay those innocent tea drops any mind, my fears are confirmed that something is seriously troubling him.

"Yes, what if his presence is necessary from them to change back?" China asks concerned and Japan nods in agreement without looking up from, what appears to be a history book.

"That's hardly the case. Nothing indicates that the all of temporary guardians must be present." England says in mocking voice as if he in fact knows the correct procedure for changing them back and picks the teacup up once more.

"But why isn't he-?" Den asks but is cut off from England raising his hand to stop him. "I have my reason as to why I don't want him to be here! Personal reasons." England is about to hit the table again with the, what appears to be a really sturdy teacup, but with one warning look from Spain to not to wake up Romano, stops him in time. England tisks, sit the teacup down in normal manner, checks his phone and puts his phone back in his pocket in an irate manner.

England keeps checking his phone. Is he waiting for someone to call him? Is something happening in his country? Did something happen to France?

"By the way, why are you all here…in Turkey?" I ask in hope of least getting some answers and starting somewhere. England's trouble can wait, for now.

I quickly notice that the word Turkey wasn't enough to wake Romano from his slumber this time. That's relief; it would be strange to address this problem without ever mentioning him. Maybe Romano isn't as easily spooked as Ice was? Maybe his fear is different?

Everyone looks to England who sighs. "After our conversation I started to find one thing that seemed to link all the age-regressed countries, Turkey and sometimes even the 17th century. And since we can't go back in time and it's way easier to travel here…what I mean to say is that all of them had something to say about Turkey in the past, whether it be good or bad, in Japan's case it's mostly good.

"Yes, Japan was an good ally with Turkey back in the old days." China continues with England's explanation. "But they broke up before the Second World War...but today they are mostly on friendly terms especially after the earth quakes in 2011."

Japan nods to affirmative it.

"...And in my America's case it's complicated, seeing as he didn't know him that well when he was little, or so I thought. Till, I discovered that Turkey might have found America before me." England looks to Turkey to clarify.

Turkey answers by spreading over the empty table, except for our drinks, an old map. "Isn't that America?" Turkey asks is if he had just shown us an old baby photo of America, but on a closer inspection it's of South America but not the North.

Little America looks curiously over the weathered map and then shrugs, puts a hand under his chin and looks bored with everything.

However England looks shocked by the evidence lying in front of him, but he quickly recovers. "This proves nothing, it could be a forgery."

"Forgery? Why would I lie?" Turkey asks in a matter of fact voice and not in a friendly voice.

"Well…" England helplessly starts but before he can dig himself any deeper and offend Turkey any further than our reason for being here, I say: "Well, actually we did find him too...Vinland, remember?" However as I was not prepared for this discussion I have no old map on me like Turkey to back up my claim.

"I think I found him too." China adds calmly into the debate while sipping of his tea. "I pretty sure of it, though I don't have any evidence."

"But we Vikings were first." I say and quickly check for reaction from Ice. Nothing, no links to old Ice. Who would have shouted it was an Icelander not you and I would refuted it with, he was born in Norway but moved to Iceland, therefor he was a Norwegian. Not that it matters, since we were all called Norse men at that time. No, the only reaction from Ice is a look that says, that he like America is bored with all this discussion, whereas he swings he legs and looks quizzically at me with his big bright eyes.

"Mama, when will we go to the pool?"

Is that really the only thing on his mind now? Has nothing changed at all by coming here? Though I must admit it wouldn't be a bad idea to go somewhere and cool down…but no we must finish this first.

"Later, Ice. We have to take care of something first." I answer as if his question had not spiked any worries and was in fact normal.

"What?" Ice asks in an innocent voice.

"Just pay attention and listen." I beg of him. This concerns you after all…

"But you are just rambling about history," Ice says in a whiny voice.

"Yeah, it has nothing to do with us." America chips in.

I can see how this innocent statement hits us all the guardians and Turkey right in the hearts, for they truly must think they are human, except for Japan. He seems to be the only one of them who can follow our discussion, although he hasn't given any comment except from polite nodding along. Romano's only comment is his quiet snoring.

"Can we go and play?" Ice whines without noticing how unbelievably hurt we felt over their remarks.

"This is sooo boring." America swings his legs fast like they were a swing, but one stern look from England makes him and Ice stop their pestering.

"Quiet you two, this is important. No, I was the first to find him." England says, with no room for argument.

America and Ice go in a full pout mode. Only Japan seems to be the slightest interested in the history lesson. Romano is still sound asleep and that was before this debate even started.

"Actually I think it was Muslim-Spain or like Turkey said the Ottoman Empire and technically it was an Italian not you..." Spain says to England, not wanting to be left out of the debate.

Or to be frank, Native-Americans were there before any of us even set foot.

"Yeah, yeah, what ever. Who cares who found him first. He is mine! Back off!" England snatches clueless America from his seat and puts him on his lap. "Don't you dare take him away. You don't want to make an enemy of me." He points a threatening finger in our direction and glares at us.

We back off and Turkey quickly rolls up the map and puts it away.

Although we should be used by England's possessive behavior towards America, something in his tone and voice, told me that he meant every word he said, like he was truly frightened we would take him away given the chance. Something bad must have happened at his home to rile up like this.

America leans his head innocently backwards and looks up at wild-eyed England. "England, I am hungry."

England seems to wake up from his craze. "Again?! Sigh, the buffet is right over. Run along." England puts America on the floor that runs to the buffet, which must be more fun than sitting here and listing to us droning on.

England turns his attention back to us; his mood back to normal so to speak. "Where was I before this long side tracked conversations started? Ah! "My point is everyone...Italian? Oh, I forgot to mention Romano's connection, he was nearly abducted as Iceland was, but later he was mixed or something, so it's more complicated than that. But Turkey is the key, I am sure of it. After they have spent some time with Turkey, they will see that he is not the same old Ottoman Empire and go back to normal. That is my plan anyway."


A moment of silence follows England's explanation.

"So basically the plan is for them to spend time with Turkey?" I ask unconvinced and look to Turkey who is as baffled as we are.

"Yes." England says in uncharacteristically happy voice that I understood his plan.

"No wand waving?" China asks skeptically.

England bites his lower lip. "No, as technically it shouldn't be any magic involved….eh I mean it is more mentally, kind of like a amnesia. The physical stature is of my doing and they will turn back as soon as they have resolved their mental issues. No need for any magic." He gives us a reassuring smile but his nervous eyes tell me a different story.

No magic? I look around and see none of the temporary guardians or Turkey is buying it. Ice and America looks bored, Romano is still asleep making Japan the only one of the regressed nation who is even trying to follow our discussion.

"Then how come it happened to all of them?" I ask in a firm voice. What are you hiding from us England?

"Yeah, I remember seeing Ice engulfed in light before it happened." Den finally says something after have been silent for unnatural long time, probably too shaken up after scaring us like an idiot earlier or the fact that he could only have a coffee to drink. Den looks to Ice, who knits his brows in confusion, clearly not remembering any of that or maybe doesn't even understand that he is one of the topics in our discussion.

"Same happened with Romano." Spain pets sleeping Romano's head.

I am amazed that he has been able to sleep through everything and little bit jealous of that talent. I wish I could go to sleep but at least the food and coffee have restored some of my energy...

"Same with Japan. I wouldn't even have known that he had changed if it wasn't for the light and the fact that he told me." China looks to Japan who nods.

"Told you? He knew?!" England half-shouts and jump up in his seat. Romano doesn't stir in his peaceful sleep. We are all shocked over England's reaction aside from Japan and China who only nods. "Yes, he knew something was different and he had to ask me for help. He had a hard time swallowing his pride but he got there in the end, right Japan?"

Japan's only answer is polite nodding, which seems to be his answer to most of the questions, at least from the adults. So is this old Japan or does the little Japan act in same or similar way? And why is he wearing a harness?

"Romano just started baffling and hung on to me. That was a clue enough." Spain casts a worried glance on his sleeping charge.

"What about America?" I ask and turn to England that is still standing after his earlier outburst. England notices me looking strange at him and he sits down again.

He glowers at America, who looks innocently back. "Well, obviously I knew something was up or I wouldn't be here. Anyways, I have no idea why it happened to all them at the same time. You just have to trust me that this is the only way."

I exchange worried glances with the other guardians and Turkey. Ice, America and Japan looks worried as well.

"So enjoy your vacation time in Turkey while it lasts. Come on it can't be that bad." England says and takes another sip of his tea.

"It's not but we really don't have time to wait." I say and everyone, even the children nod to agree with me, except Turkey himself, he doesn't seem to mind.

"Well, neither do I but the only thing we can do is wait for the results!" England snaps and then adds in a milder voice: "It shouldn't take more than one day. Turkey is that charming that they will see how he really is like in no time and stop this none sense so we can get on with our lives." England sends Turkey a flattering smile, who smile shyly back and then England switches gears, as he turns to Spain and gets a dark look in his eyes.

Spain shivers under his strict gaze. "Qué…?* Wha…?"

"Spain, wake up Romano." England barks his order.

"But…" Spain looks to Den and I for help, as our charge also had this problem for not so long ago.

"If you want him to change, he has to adjust to Turkey. See, if Iceland could do it, Romano should too." Den answers before I get a word in.

I am little surprised by his stance since not that long ago he pleading with me to give Ice a longer time to prepare for the meeting with Turkey. Well, to be honest it probably was mostly about his own fears or mix of both…

Spain doesn't look too convinced by Den's answer and looks to me for a second opinion.

I shrug my shoulders. "What he said." I guess it's our only option anyway, better get it over with.

Spain is still not satisfied so he looks to Ice, who only gives him a thumbs up, making a light of the difficult, horrible and humiliating ordeal we had to go through with him.

At last Turkey pats Spain's arm and smiles sadly. "He has nothing to fear."

"Fine, but be gentle. He is easily shaken up." Spain says as if Turkey is about to inject Romano with something, before gently nudging him in the side. "Wake up Roma."

Like that can wake him up someone who has slept through most of the ruckus…!

To everyone's surprise except Spain's, Romano starts to slowly wake up. He sits up on Spain's lap and rubs his eyes with his little fits.

"What, papa…?" Romano is startled to see smiling Turkey sitting beside him and before Spain gets a single chance to stop him, he jumps with a super speed, probably thanks to an adrenaline rush and ducks under the next table, albeit not that far from our table.

"Romano!" Spain scolds him. "Get back here!"

Romano peers from under the white tablecloth and shakes his head fervently. "Non c'è modo!"* No way! And disappears back under the tablecloth, that must look like a small fortress in his mind. I wonder how Ice would have reacted if he still harbored the same fear, would he be satisfied in hiding under a table or would he have run away, yet again…?

I mentally shake my head. Who decided this seating arrangement, any way? Lets put the one who shivers in the presence of the one he fears. Isn't that too big a leap for someone in fear therapy? Hmm, actually Romano was supposed to sit between America and Spain, the seat Ice is currently occupying which still would be too close to Turkey. Maybe no place is saver than the other?

Good to see, we are not the only one having to deal with a bratty behavior. At least Ice has started behaving himself…

Spain is about to bring Romano back with force when suddenly Ice holds up a hand and says in a surprisingly adult manner: "Please, let me handle this, Spainy."

Spain looks doubtful at the little nation, who even in his natural state wouldn't be trusted with such an important task.

"I can talk to him, can I go please, mama?" Ice finally looks to me for permission before he goes anywhere. Den looks skeptical but I think it over.

True, if anyone can help Romano get over his fear it's Ice. Maybe that was the reason they couldn't start, what ever this is, group therapy, before we got here.

I nod and Den does too, though I had already given my permission. Ice smiles, jumps on the floor and walks, not runs to Romano. He lifts up the tablecloth, revealing shaking Romano and holds out his hand to help him get up.

It's your chance to act like a hero…

Ice smiles wolfishly and says:"Rommy, þú ert svo mikið rúsínu rassgat." *Rommy, you are such an raison asshole. (literally translates to that)

Time seems to have stopped again, like the day we lost Ice in the Grand Bazaar or when he was about to crash into an elevator door and I desperately want to sink into the floor. I can't believe out of everything, he chose to use that rude word. Well, so much for him starting to behave himself….


"I did not teach him that!" Den exclaims in fright when he sees my withered look as if I had suddenly aged about many decades.

No, it's the fault of his own language… I grab my head in panic.

"What did he say?" England asks flabbergasted over our reaction, one click away from google translate though he would need mine or Ice's help to get the Icelandic letters right. China and Japan glance at us and seem to be trying to work out the meaning as they have some Icelandic dictionary in their heads. America looks from the buffet to Ice for an explanation.

How to explain that...without turning this into an international dispute? I look helplessly at Spain, who furrows his eyebrows, still waiting for my or Den's explanation. Romano has no clue how to answer Ice and frankly looks a little frightened at him, as if he had just declared a war.

"It's nothing rude. It's a compliment that means that you are too cute." Ice looks at us cross-armed and annoyed that nobody caught on to that. He shakes his head, sighs and mutters under his breath: "Hálfvitar* Idiots."

How? Where is the logic in that?

Den looks surprised but doesn't push it any further.

I release my head from hands and clear my throat awkwardly. "Yes, it means that...I had forgotten all about that. My Icelandic is a bit rusty." No, I just didn't understand the logic behind it. No need to call us idiots. But I don't let the other know of his rude remark in the end, as there is no need to offend the others any further, after clearing up that horrible misunderstanding. That remark was mostly directed at Den and me, anyway.

America snickers over our misunderstanding while facing the buffet and England does his best not let his mirth be shown by hiding his mouth behind a teacup. Japan and China only nod with out any facial expression, so it hard to tell if they either figured it out or are trying not to laugh out loud.

Spain looks relieved albeit a bit surprised. "Oh…that was very nice of you to say. Romano, say thanks."

"Grazie..." Romano bows his head but doesn't come from under the tablecloth. He however, sits down under the table and asks Ice to join him, which he does.

"You know you don't have to be so afraid of Mr. Turkey. He's very nice, it's his country, you know," Ice says matter-of-factly though he didn't remember it till Turkey told him in person.

"Really?" Bug eyed Romano has the looks of someone being told some happy news.

Ice nods to affirmative it. "Yeah and he's given us all this delicious food and all the fun we have had is thanks to him. He even protects us, that's why all the cops came when I told them my parents were kidnappers!"

"Kidnappers!" Romano starts to shiver violently as if he was expecting kidnappers to appear out of nowhere in the restaurant, but after getting the full meaning of the sentence to sink in, he stops shaking and looks puzzled at Ice. "Wait, did you say your parents?"

"So that means that your hostage situation was of your own doing…" England says in calculating voice and frowns at me for withholding important information, but I bet he is doing the same so I don't crack under his interrogating stare. China and Japan shake their heads in unison, disapprovingly over the fact that I lied to them. Den gets away scot free and instead looks confused over their reaction. Spain's only worry is Romano and he doesn't take his eyes of him and looks ready to run to his rescue, if need be.

"Yeah, but that was all a lie….!" Ice jumps up as if the other guardians were about to call the cops on us, again mind you, but as he forgot he was sitting under a table, he ows when he hits his head hard under the tabletop. He rubs his little head with a grimace and mutters. "I wanted to get here first."

First? I was on my way to check on him after the bumping into the table, but his words stop me in my tracks so Den beats me to him in our parental race.

"Why did you want to get here first Ice? This is not a race." Den frowns while on his knees, examining his head like a school nurse.

Ice moves away from Den's propping fingers. "I know…. don't know…I don't remember. I thought you would be proud."

"Proud?!" I stalk dangerously over to Ice. "That behavior was the furthest away from that….No, you are never to go on your own again. Understood?" I shake admonishing finger inches away from his face.

Romano backs further under the table despite not being the focus of my wrath. I can feel Spain glaring at me for scaring Romano needlessly but I don't care, since I have my own charge to take care of.

"But-" Ice crawls backwards under the table as if that gesture could make me in anyway change my mind.

"Not buts!" Den and I chorus at the same time and to emphasize how serious I am, I take the lead of Ice's harness and pull him from under the table.

Ice yelps in surprise but the only thing I do is carrying him all the way back and having him sit in his original seat, since that one is closest to us. As I can't ground him here, this is the closest thing I can do to make him behave. Ice does not look happy with the sudden change of seats but the only thing he does is sulk, as he knows better than to protest our rule. Den leans over in his chair to finish the inspection of Ice's head, who does nothing to object that treatment except crossing his arms and pout.

"I told them he was a kid of diplomat. I didn't tell them who you were since it would raise too many questions." Turkey explains in a voice full of guilt and maybe also in trying to get a little heat of Ice.

"So instead the cops thought we were some kind of terrorists?" Den asks in a hurt voice after being satisfied with his medical examination of Ice and coming up with nothing but a small swelling. He hands Ice a spoon so he can cool it down to prevent a bump from forming.

"I'm terribly sorry about that." Turkey bows his head in an apology.

"Don't be, it was Ice's fault anyway." I give Ice a stern look who pays me no attention, having put the spoon down as his only focus now, sharing Spain's only wish, is to make Romano feel better.

Ice turns in his seat and smiles at Romano who stayed put under table, with a puzzled look over our exchange "So you see Mr. Turkey is a nice guy."

"Oh, okay." Romano glances at Turkey and then by what seems to be a sudden impulse, he climbs onto his lap but just as quickly hurries back over to Spain, shivering and whimpering as if he was outside in cold storm. Spain hugs him and comforts him with the word that he did his best he could.

"Well, we made some progress, albeit small." China says with his wise and calm voice and little Japan nods in agreement.

Turkey looks deep in thought while England has just realized that his treatment might take longer than he originally thought.

He shakes his head tiredly. "Oh, bugger."


Meanwhile America finishes scanning the buffet and shakes his head with a disapproving frown. He returns to England and pulls at his trousers.

"England, where is the turkey?"

"As I have told you many times, he is right over there." England answers in annoyed voice. "And it's Mr. Turkey not the. It's very rude to call him that."

I wonder how England would have reacted to if America had sniffed Turkey?

"Sorry, him?" America points rudely at Turkey, who turns in his seat with a hurt look.

"Yes." England says and America looks at him skeptically. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, now stop fooling around."

America walks to Turkey, who stands up from his seat. "But you don't look delicious."

"De...licious?" England looks stunned at his little charge.

Cannibalism? Is he reverting back to those days? But that was in South America not in…was that why Turkey showed the map of South America?!

We, the temporary guardians look at each other in shock, while the other children look curiously at America and poor Turkey.

"You are the turkey, I have been waiting for, aren't you?" America asks and Turkey sweats profusely under his scrutinizing look as if America is really planning on eating him. "Umm...yes...I think."

Wait, the Turkey...?

"I am hungry." America says in a demanding voice, as someone who is tired of the same joke.

"But you just came from the buffet!" England says in exasperated voice and throws his hands into the air. "What more do you want?"

"I want a turkey!" America shouts and America's yelling seems to have domino effect on the rest of the children, as they all start to yell in their own language, like zombies starving for brains.

"Kalkúnn!" Ice cries.

"Tacchino!" Romano yells.

"Shichimenchō!" Japan shouts with them, startling everyone with his outburst. "Umm, I mean taakii!"

All the children drool and shout what appears to be turkey in their own language.

It takes a short while for us to calm down after the outburst of our children.

England walks over to America, goes down on his knees and puts his hands on his shoulders and says slowly in academic voice. "America, Turkey is also a country. Remember we flew here."

America gets red in face as an Italian tomato. "Oh...oh...I thought...oh. I'm sorry, Turkey."

Turkey exhales with relief that he is not be eaten, sits down and smiles a winning smile. "No harm done."

"Why are you named after a bird?" America asks curiously and tilts his head, like looking at Turkey in a different angle would help him to get a new perceptive of him.

"America, don't be rude and actually it's the other way around...he thinks you are a umm… England sits back down, lost for words.

"A Hindi?" Turkey asks smiling.

"No, of course not, he does know a little bit in geography...I hope."

"No, I mean hindi means turkey in my language. It means from and related to India."

"Oh, okay. But you know the bird is actually indigenous in America..."

"Yes, Indians are in America."

"Actually they are called Native Americans today, as it was confusing calling them Indians seeing as India is a different country..."

"Hah...? Oh, yes the famous misunderstanding. You thought America was India."

"No, it was an Italian. Of course it was an Italian. I wouldn't make a mistake like that..." England says through clenched teeth.

"Hey, don't say anything bad about Italy in front of my Romano." Spain covers Romano's ears, though he probably doesn't know what we are talking about. "It's bad enough Veneziano is trying to break free from him and Sardinia as well...and Catalonia from me…."

"No, you just thought the bird was guineafowl which was imported through his country and therefor you named it Turkey. It's medical name Meleagris is greek for guineafowl." China explains and Japan nods along.

"No that was America...ah...I'm getting a headache...I don't have time to ramble about things like this..." England breathes out.

We are no better, it's called kalkun in both my language and Den's, similar to Ice's kalkúnn, it's derived from the city Calicut in India...hope no one catches up on that...

All the children look crestfallen. No turkey to eat.

"But, I was looking so forward to that...you said in few hours there will be a turkey, in turkey." America looks to be about to cry over the sheer disappointment.

"I said, we will be in Turkey...Never mind, I will give you some when we get home." England smiles reassuringly and pets him awkwardly on the head.

America spirit immediately lifts up. "Promise?"

"Yes, now, enjoy the food that is available, that is if you are still hungry…"

"Okay." Little America runs back to the buffet and England shakes his head tiredly. "I can't believe he's still hungry, but I guess he is a growing boy."

The other children look at us, their parents, with a sparkling hope in their big eyes.

I sigh. "Ja, I can give you some kalkun when we get home." Den nods in agreement.

"Si, si, you will get a pavo." Spain says to Romano after uncovering his ears.

""Yao, you will get a Qimianniao." China says to Japan.

I think we all waited for our little brothers to magically change back after having voiced their wish aloud. But that would have been too easy.

"Do you think we have to give the turkey to change them back?" Den asks seriously.

That would be truly anti-climatic...

"No! That's impossible!" England yells desperately.

I knew it, he knows something. What isn't he telling us?

"I mean...I have already tried that when America said turkey back home…it didn't work…" England quickly adds when he sees our stunned looks over his outburst.

I imagine poor England going through all the trouble of cooking turkey just to see that was all in vein.

"Yes, what about all the trauma? I thought we had to solve that." Spain says. "Or have we already...?"

Even Romano has brightened up and for a moment doesn't seem to be as afraid of Turkey, who smiles at him. Then it's as if Romano remembers that he hasn't quite gotten over his fear and tries to melt into Spain but thankfully with no success.


"Ice, do you wanna hang out?" America returns from the buffet after not finding anything new, with his hands deep in his shorts pockets, looking more like a sullen teenager than a small child.

"Can I go and play with Ammy?" Ice looks excitingly between Den and I. "I promise to be good." He begs us.

Maybe the regressed nations need to spend some time together alone? Some of them are too depended on us and others have started to grow from us.

Den waits for me to answer and I relent after letting Ice steam for a while. "Okay, but remember to behave. Be careful and don't go too far."

Ice smiles and then turns his back at Den. "Can you take this off?" He points at the red harness. "It's not cool." Ice turns to us and whispers this in a conspiracy like voice.

Really, you have just figured that out now?

Den answers by taking it off him and turns to me. "But any disobedience and the leash is back on, right Nor?"

I nod courtly. "Selvfølgelig" *Of course."

Ice rolls his eyes at us. "Yeah, yeah." And before Den or I get any chance to reprimand him, he jumps of the chair and runs after America, laughing.

At least he is becoming more independent again….

China decides to follow my example and release Japan, who had done nothing this whole time except nod, read and occasional talk like an old man.

Wait I never saw any reason for him to wear it…

"You had Japan on a leash!?" Den exclaim when he finally sees what I had decided not to ask aloud about and also because I had forgotten about it, not that it mattered.

"But I thought he was so well behaved." Spain says, who probably also had been wondering about this the whole time without saying anything. Turkey seems just as curious while England has no comment and looks in even dourer mood after America left.

China nods. "He is….now. Aru. It's just precaution. I didn't want to lose him in the crowd. Aru."

What crowd? We are the only ones here.

"True. It' not like we can judge." Den murmurs out of the corner of his mouth.

You were the one who put the harness on him, not me although I must admit it comes in handy sometimes. I hope we aren't making a mistake in taking it off him…

Even though China has let go of Japan, he stays stiff along side him; no different than when he wore the leash.

"Go Japan, have fun." China smiles to him and Japan obeys but takes his book with him.

Romano doesn't dare to move from Spain's lap though he looks longingly after the other children.

"Don't you want to play as well?"

"No, papa. I want to stay with you." Romano hugs him tighter.

Spain lifts him up in seating position and gives him a serious look. "Roma, I have told you over and over again...please don't call me that...it's...embarrassing."

Romano looks down. "Sorry papa."

"Go, play with the others." Spain puts him on the floor.

"Okay…papa." Romano reluctantly leaves and joins the other children.

Us guardians and Turkey watch over the children, playing or trying to, not too far away from us outside on the terrace. Ice stand on the sidelines like he is waiting for a command from America, while smiling and saluting him. Romano looks about to run back again to the safety of Spain but fighting it and Japan sits on the floor and reads.

"So what was so important you had to call me constantly?" England asks me to break the silence, without taking his eyes of the children and especially little America, who looks deep in thought, with Ice still waiting for him to do something.

I frown at him. "Did you get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning or something?"

"Huh?" England turns to me and looks taken aback by my unusual harsh tone.

"I mean, what's troubling you, except of course all this?"

"Scotland." England mutters under his breath.

"Oh…I see." I wisely refrain from talking about that touchy subject, that is the Scotland's referendum, since Scotland is looking to me as a role model because of the oil and tell him about my worries about Ice sudden and rapid change in behavior, while the children play together in the background.


Author notes: There are about four to five chapters left of the story. World events dated to September 18th 2014.


Historical fact and other.

(some of the information is directly from their sources without any altering of the texts)

Turkey: I simply had to have the joke about the word, the country Turkey and the bird Turkey being the same, especially after I found out that in most (or maybe all, I didn't have check) languages there is some kind of misunderstanding about the origin of the bird.

In Japanese, the turkey is called shichimenchō (シチメンチョウ/七面鳥), which literally means "seven-faced bird", however more commonly used is taakii (turkey)In Turkish, the bird is called hindi which means "from & related to India,"

In Italian it is known as pollo d'India, with clear reference to India, although the most common name is tacchino, that apparently refers to the sound that turkey makes.

BONUS! In French, it is called (la) dinde, which comes from (poulet) d'Inde or "(chicken) from India."

In India, it's called "Peru." In Arabic, the bird is called "Greek chicken"; in Greek it's called "French chicken"; and in French it's called "Indian chicken." The bird is indigenous to none of these places.

The English language name for this species is the result of an early misidentification of the bird with an unrelated species which was imported to Europe through the country of Turkey. "When Europeans first encountered turkeys in America, they incorrectly identified the birds as a type of guineafowl (Numididae). Guineafowl were also known as turkey fowl (or turkey hen and turkey cock) because they were imported to Central Europe through Turkey. The name turkey fowl, shortened to just the name of the country, stuck as the name of the North American bird. In 1550, the English navigator William Strickland, who had introduced the turkey into England, was granted a coat of arms including a "turkey-cock in his pride proper".

The confusion between these kinds of birds from related but different families is also reflected in the scientific name for the turkey genus: meleagris(μελεαγρίς) is Greek for guineafowl. Two major reasons why the name 'turkey fowl' stuck to Meleagris rather than to the Helmeted Guineafowl (Numida meleagris), were (a) the belief that the newly discovered America was a part of Asia, and (b) the tendency during that time of attributing exotic animals and foods to places that symbolized far-off, exotic lands. In many countries, the names for turkeys have different derivations.

Several other birds that are sometimes called turkeys are not particularly closely related: the Australian brushturkey is a megapode, and the bird sometimes known as the "Australian turkey" is the Australian bustard, a gruiform. The anhinga (Anhinga rufa) is sometimes called a water turkey, from the shape of its tail when the feathers are fully spread for drying."

Turkey's relations to the chibi nations.

Romano has the most complicated relationship, so he has the hardest time to being "cured" of Turkey "phobia - Poor Turkey, what a mess! But his reaction is mostly based of his reaction in Hetalia, when Turkey (as the Ottoman Empire) tried to abduct him but Spain saved him, one of my favorite episodes, as it was so exiting and cute!

Who found America first? Does that really matter today? I mean what are the nations hoping to accomplish by proving they were the first? Nothing will change...will it? But it still fun for a history geek like myself to read about all the theories, and here are some of them (just a top of iceberg!) for those who are interested.

1. In a controversial book 1421: The Year China Discovered the World, the author asserts that the fleets of Chinese Admiral Zheng visited the Americas prior to European explorer Christopher Columbus in 1492 however there has never been any evidence to prove it.

In 1929, an amazing discovery was made in Istanbul, Turkey. A map drawn in the year 1513 by the Ottoman cartographer, Piri Reis was found. Reis wrote that his map was based on earlier sources, including ancient Greek and Arabic maps, including maps by Christopher Columbus, who had sailed only 21 years earlier. What is remarkable about this map is the level of detail of the map, which forced historians to re-evaluate the Columbus theory of exploration.

The map clearly shows the eastern coast of South America, which is in the correct position with regards to Africa. The coast of Brazil is shown in incredible detail, with many rivers accurately placed on the map. Although Reis used Columbus's maps as a source, Columbus never went to South America, so Reis must have gotten that from earlier Muslim maps that he used as sources. Furthermore, Reis's map includes the Andes Mountains, which were not even explored by Europeans until the 1520s, a full decade after the drawing of Reis's map!

Piri Reis based his map on earlier sources, which clearly had a very good understanding of the Americas and had explored the area well before the first Europeans. The map is perhaps the strongest physical evidence of Muslim exploration of the Americas before Columbus

Vinland or Vineland (Old Norse: Vínland) is the area of coastal North America and Newfoundland explored by Norse Vikings, where Leif Erikson first landed in ca. 1000, approximately five centuries prior to the voyages of Christopher Columbus. It has proven by their agrology evidence by their settlement.

Obviously Vikings weren't first, the Native American were there before them and chased them away (after some violent struggle). It's even a movie about that struggle, though I don't remember what it was called.

The Icesave dispute (or more commonly know in Iceland as Iceslave) was a diplomatic dispute that began after the privately owned Icelandic bank Landsbankiwas placed in receivership on 7 October 2008. As Landsbanki was one of three systemically important financial institutions in Iceland to go bankrupt within a few days, the Icelandic Depositors' and Investors' Guarantee Fund (Tryggingarsjóður) had no remaining funds to make good on deposit guarantees to foreign Landsbankidepositors who held savings in the Icesave branch of the bank.

Today Britain has been fully reimbursed for Icesave bank collapse after afinal payment of £374m ends the legal and diplomatic saga sparked when the online savings banks collapsed and froze UK deposits worth billions. The Dutch has also been fully reimbursed.I wont go into any further details in this "fascinating story" of Iceslave this time, though its full of drama and stupidity worth checking out…or not. Some things we still don't understand to this day…

Koynali, a restaurant inside the Topaki Palace. They don't serve any alcohol there, which pissed some of the tourists…

Little Japan on in leash, I read in article that it was called maigo himo, literally meaning lost child cord and of course there is no consensus about it either there, as some think it make their child look like a pet, while others don't care if their kid looks strange, as long as it is save.

Rúsínurassgat (raison asshole?) is a real saying, that mean someone who is cute. There is no logic behind it and funnily after I put this joke in, a memes in english started popping up on facebook, showing an woman saying that in English to a baby in a carrage and a picture of what a raison asshole could look like. A language, they all seem to be full of dark and strange secrects and that's why I love them.

See you in next chapter! The next chapter should hopefully by up in next week (yes I have set a deadline. ;))