Holy Hera, I'm really so sorry for disappearing for over two months... I hope this is okay. Real life just sucks. You know that feeling when you really begin to do schoolwork and you don't feel like doing anything else? Yeah. That's what I'm going through. Thankfully, the school got us new computers so I get more typing time and I don't have exams this month! I tried something different this time. Hope you like it.


Adrianne, Hong Kong, Hungary and Belgium followed America and Canada to a grassy meadow. A nice cool breeze blew their hair about about as they sat down. Adrianne put her music bag on the ground and sat cross legged beside it.

"So what did you do to Old man Eyebrows?" Hong Kong asked first. They North American brothers grinned.

"See, the First Nations who got turned into kids were me, Francey pants and Canadia over here." America patted his brother's shoulder.

"I'm Canada..." Of course, his little correction went unheard.

"So, natually, as they kept fuming at our being turned into kids, I was the hero again and saved us all!" Canada promptly gave him a small push.

"That isn't what happened and you know it!" He whisper-yelled.

"Who?" Kumajirou poked his head out of a big bag that was slung across his master's back. Adrianne sweat dropped. The bear didn't even finish the sentence!

"Canada." His master was quick and straight to the point this time - no better in her opinion.

"Well, what happened then?" Hong Kong was beginning to lose his temper. He tried to look calm but failed utterly. It wasn't helping that he was holding firecrackers in one hand and a lighter in the other. Canada quickly continued.

"After Papa, Alfred and I realized that we were kids again, we got a visit..."

-Hetalia!-

"Non, non! I can't reach my finest wines in the cellar now!" France sobbed as he pulled at his hair in despair.

"Dude! That's all you're crying over? I can't eat all the burgers I usually do now!" America wailed even louder than France and kept punching the wall.

"So what do we do now Alfred, Papa...?" Canada seriously pondered over solutions but himself off when he turned to them. His mouth opened in surprise.

"Eh?" He was used to seeing both his father figures fight openly, his brother and England fighting but not America and France fighting.

"Uh, um, guys?"

"What is wrong with you Amerique? You don't know the joys of drinking wine!"

"Guys?"

"Well excuuuse me! You frenchies can never understand the wonders of McDonalds!"

Matthew took a deep breath. Just as his brother and papa were just about to throttle each other, he opened his mouth to yell but someone beat him to it.

"ENOUGH!" A voice roared from the doorway. America and France froze on the spot. Canada turned and found Scotland who for some reason hadn't become younger. Next to him, a thin, tanned boy around fourteen stood with his hands folded across his chest. He wore peach coloured pants and a yellow kurta that looked a little to big on his thin body. His hair was brown and his dark brown eyes glittered with the experience of a nation. Scotland glared at the three other western nations. France pulled himself away from America and cleared his throat nervously and addressed the newcomer.

"Bonjur Écosse, Inde. Nice day non?" America and Canada have him incredulous looks. How could that thin teen be the pacifistic member of the UNO, NAM, G-20 and BRICS, India? Their answer was given when India curtly nodded his head and replied.

"Haan. As nice as waking up to being turned into a teenager possibly is." India said seriously. All the other young looking nations paled a bit. It was odd to see India without his characteristic pleasant aura. His 'cold' side was usually reserved for China. For Pakistan? Let's just call it a mutual feeling of wanting to throw nukes...

"If ya think he looks scary, ya better see Thai." Scotland spoke up. Now it was unimaginable to think of Thailand without his smile. All the nations shuddered a little. Except one.

"Hey! Why haven't you become younger?" America pointed an accusing finger at the Scotsman.

"I'm a part of the United Kingdom lad." Scotland rolled his eyes as if it was obvious.

"Eh... That's not making anything clearer..." Canada whispered.

"Heh! You don't know yourself do you?" America triumphantly exclaimed.

"Wanna bet?" Scotland smirked.

"Bring it on." America cracked his knuckles and grinned. Meanwhile, France directed his attention to India.

"How's your sister? Is she still fluent in my tongue?"

"She's doing fine. Rarely lapses into French now. She mostly speaks in Tamil or Malayalam now." France's face fell. India felt a little bad so he added an afterthought. "But she always speaks in French whenever she's at Pondicherry."

France's face lit up again and the two of them engaged in conversation. Scotland came over after successfully dumbfounding the North American brothers after their debate and tapped on their shoulders, making them jump.

"Oi. I think it's time to explain." He told India. The south Asian nation nodded his head in agreement. Naturally, everyone else stared at him in confusion. India cleared his throat, uncomfy without the playing of his usual Bollywood background themes.

"Scotland and I came up with a plan to get back at England. First we-"

"Hold up dude. If Scotty here wasn't affected, then why is he participating?"

"I want to mess with Artie." The red head dead panned.

"...So what do we do?" Canada broke the tense silence.

"That's the fun part. It starts with turning India here into an eighteen year old."

"And we do that how?" America blew a bubblegum bubble and popped it.

"By using this." India held out a small pearl studded fish.

"What's that?" America attempted to poke it but India closed his hand into a fist before he could. "Dude!" He whined.

"It's a charm my sister gave me a long time ago. It has the ability to reverse most spells for a limited time."

America raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to believe in mag- OW! MATTIE! GET YOUR DAMN BEAR OFF MY LEG!" he shook his leg very hard.

Kumajirou let go of America's leg and instead head butted him so that he was sprawled out on the floor. Without hesitation, he sat on the boy's stomach. "You're a child now and you still claim that magic isn't real?" Canada attempted to pull the polar bear off his brother but the clever little animal dug his claws into the carpeted floor, making it impossible for him to be moved.

"Well?" He growled and breathed heavily into America's face.

"Alright, alright! MAGIC IS REAL!" The nation somehow managed to yell back even with Kumajirou sitting on his stomach. The bear gave satisfied nod and rolled off him without warning. America sat up wheezing.

"Bad Kumachino!" Canada scolded his bear. It could be called scolding if it wasn't for the small smile on his face. Though he acted stoic he always liked seeing his younger brother getting taken down a few pegs no matter who did it. Except Russia. The he would have to deal with America's whining and mood swings for a whole month.

"My name is Kumajirou." The bear mumbled. India coughed slightly which got everyone's attention. It worked. He and Scotland quickly explained the plan.

One of the gathered nations was to use the charm's magic and knock out England with some super powerful scotch. That ruled out Scotland as the person to put it in action. The others were supposed to sneak in together past the the customs of the Recording Zone (yes, they have customs and immigration. Where do you think all of the fans living there came from? The sky?). India's main worry was that Adrianne would rat him out.

"Adrianne? Why her? She seems like a gentil fille to me." Canada said.

She originally came from my place." India mumbled.

"So you're scared that she'll recognize you and get mad at us for messing up Iggy's song?" America piped up.

"Don't worry Inde. Have som faith in your citizen." France patted his shoulder.

"Former citizen." The Asian nation grumbled. "Now she's even further away from normal humans."

"NOW PEOPLE, LET'S GOOOO!" America yelled and began to run out.

" Hold ya horsies laddie." Scotland held him by his collar. "We still need ta figure out who's gonna get Artie out."

"If I may?" France flipped his hair. "I propose that Inde does it. Anglettere only entered his land for trading after he turned twenty so he shouldn't be aware of how he looked as a teenager."

It ended with India protesting that Canada would be a better choice while all the others literally shoved him into the bathroom with a bundle of clothes tossed into his arms.

-Hetalia!-

After explaining the plan's success to Hong Kong, the four listeners found themselves curious about what happened to England.

"I'm assuming that India is currently 'taking care' of ol'eyebrows?" Hong Kong grinned.

"He took over after we got our revenge. He and many others have a dinosaur sized bone to pick with him." America sniggered.

"I pity Anglettere." France shuddered.

"How did India get affected? I know for a fact that he doesn't drink alcohol." Adrianne thought aloud.

"Ah well..." Canada shifted himself nervously.

"What?"

"Since the French drink wine like water, England accidentally made the spell affect water."

"But we weren't affected..." Hungary mused.

"It seems that very few nations have immunity against enchanted water or somethin' like that." America answered.

"Hmm..." Everyone said.

"Well, I have to be going now. Au revoir!" France stood up and walked away quickly.

"I suppose I can get down to those lyrics..." Adrianne mused as she reached out for her bag only to find it was gone.

"My bag!" She yelped. "Where is it?" She began to search the ground around her and everyone joined in. A loud noise -what do you call that high pitched ringing a microphone causes?- rang out from the speakers beside a stage a little way off.

"Shut up! Oh it's on? Really unawesome Frankerich! You could have told me!"

"Desolée, desolée."

"Uh, amigos?"

"Gak! Okay! Lets start from ze top!"

Everyone followed the sound to the huge stage. And by huge, I mean that it was HUGE! By the time they got there, they found all the other nations there as well. Japan made a mental note to get AKB48 and its sister groups perform there someday.

"How in the name of pokol have you had a stage here and never mentioned it before?" Hungary asked Adrianne. In response, she laughed nervously.

"I forgot I guess."

Belgium arched a brow but said nothing as Hungary scolded Adrianne for forgetting something important. At another screech from the speakers she pulled her frying pan out and began to move towards the stage. Adrianne gasped as she saw the Bad Touch Trio read some papers that they had pulled out of a bag.

"That's my music bag!" She cried. Much to her anger the trio messily stuffed them back in. "Hey!"

"Kesesese! Let's get the party started!" Prussia yelled. That's when she noticed their positions. Prussia held an electric guitar, France stood at the keyboard set and Spain sat behind the drum set. Gilbird sat proudly in Prussia's hair and let out a small 'cheep'

"We present to you, THE BAD TOUCH TRIO!" The three of them yelled into their mics. They all wore sparkly shirts and jeans in the colours of their respective flags. How did France change so quickly?

...

France began with a short electronic tune and Spain began hitting the drums a moment later.

"Oh this is going to be interesting." Adrianne's mortified expression changed to one of mischievous curiosity.

Prussia stood in front of his mic and began singing.

...

In my right hand is a white flag!
In my left is pasta, baby!

"Why are ze lyrics like Italy's?" Germany frowned, asking for the shorter nation.

"The sheet of music they took has no lyrics."

"Oh."

Wave your flag, wave your flag, it's a flag waving parade!
To the captivating world andiamo!
We grab hands, make a circle, and the Earth ship spins!
I'm in awesome shape in my sparklin' long boots!
Oh yeah! This feels rad! Let's keep rockin' on!

"Wonder if he's going to make his own lyrics for the whole song aru."

"I'm alone again today and I'm havin' a blast! I'm chugging down beer and singing like crazy!"

"Bruder..." Germany warned. "You're not drinking more beer without me." Everyone gave him weird stares.

"I'm countin' on ya my little chickey to cheep things up today! You've stuck with me this year after all!"

He patted Gilbird who let out a very 'awesome' cheep.

"Ein Zwei Drei Vier!"

Prussia grabbed onto the mic and pointed at Austria. Many fangirls who were wearing T-shirts with the ex-nation's face printed on them glared at the aristocrat.

I'm droppin' in at your place, spoiled brat! It's the Awesome Me Parade!

"What the-?!" Austria spluttered.

"Don't worry Austria! I'll be the one to protect you!" Hungary smiled. Prussia seemed to have other plans as he sung.

Even if Hungary hits me, I won't give in! I'm gonna keep meddling and meddling countless times!

"What?" Everyone gasped as Hungary rubbed her frying pan, mouth stretched into an evil grin.

"Let's see about that." She chuckled darkly but Prussia didn't notice.

Ahhh, I feel fresh again today!
Hmmhmhmhm~! Hmmhmhm~! Feeling GOOD!

He stretched himself out and his sparkly shirt really sparkled.

"They look like they came straight out of Twilight!" One fangirl giggled.

"Vampires DO NOT SPARKLE!" Romania shouted and Bulgaria patted his friend's back consolingly.

Ich bin der Beste!

Prussia yelled and that just made the fans squeal even more.

The gigantic size of the Danube is on the same awesome level as me!

Austria, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Ukraine and Moldova yelled that the Danube was above his level. Germany just sighed.

I'm cool, I'm amazing, even my talents are on a different level!
I-Am-The-Best THERE IS!

I'm awesomer!" America shouted.

"No I am!" Denmark shouted.

Prussia made a peace sign at them and continued singing. They both glared at him with a powerful killing intent.

But I gotta watch it when I'm around ice cream!

Romano and Canada exchanged grins.

That was a sneak attack! A cheap shot! So lame!

Prussia glared at them pointedly and frowned.

I was able to make it thanks to my cell ,

They rolled their eyes.

but let me tell you, that shocked even me...

The two of them hi-fived and Prussia hurried to correct his mistake.

I mean it didn't!

"Ve~ I'm hungry..." Italy sighed. As if taking advantage of that statement, Prussia continued singing.

"Man, that one time when I went to England's place to eat was horrible, too! When things like that happen, I should go to Italy's place! You're way too cute, Italy!"

"Grazie!"

"You stay away from my brother you potato bastard junior!"

Germany muffled a laugh as his older brother frowned at the South Italian. He seemed to recover after Spain bounced a drumstick off the back of his head.

Pasta's seriously the best! Italy, lieb' dich!

All the yaoi fangirls squealed with cries of 'PRUITA!'

Time to write these thoughts on my blog.
There'll be comments coming soon! It's tough being popular!

"You still have to check out my blog!" Cuba yelled.

I am Prussia who goes on to tomorrow!

"You're not even a country anymore!" Somebody yelled.

Gonna sing all night! "The me of tomorrow will be unbelievably awesome!"
If you're gonna mail me letters, I'll read those, too!

A lights display with Germany's address on it flashed behind him and the fans immediately began to scribble it down on anything they could get their hands on.

A snowy owl flew down and dropped a bundle at his feet.

"THIS AIN'T HARRY POTTER!" America yelled and the owl took off again.

Oh, looks like I've got some already! I'd expect nothing better from me!
I'm awesome at singing, too! This is super fun! Yahoooo!

He and the other members of the bad touch trio pumped their fists in the air.

"Man, the awesome me was awesome as usual today! All right! I'll make a CD of this for all the little people who want to sleep to this song! Go to sleep with my awesome song! Kesesesesese!~"

...

"Ready... Steady..." Hungary positioned herself in a throwing stance and flung her frying pan at the albino. "FIRE!" By luck, Prussia went flying and took France and Spain with him.

"WHY US?" They cried.

Adrianne scrambled onto the stage and snatched up her bag and held it close to her chest.

"My baby!" She cried.

"It's all very touching and all but the next parade should be mine da?" A thickly accented voice spoke and nearly every one shivered.


So will our dear Russian have his parade next time or not? You'll see.

Oh gosh, too much of my county's shameless appearances in this fic! (Courtesy of me of course) Also, it's my canon head that there are actually two India personifications. The male North and the female south. The 'canon' India is the one Hima-papa created, the North. Speaking logically though there should be a personification for every region since the culture, food and lifestyle has amazing differences just by jumping over the state-state borders. Seriously. North they mostly eat wheat based foods like naan and roti, in centeral India is where you can find the spiciest food, down in the South we use A LOT of coconut, etc. etc. Maybe I'll work on a fic for it in the future. North and South India siblings or maybe the huge Indian family...

ALSO!

I need ideas for making Iggy suffer. The characters I'm gonna use will include the FACE family members and canon members of the commonwealth. Reveiw or PM me your ideas. No blood and gore here. I want comical ideas. If you're from any of the above mentioned nations please give me tips that are native to your countries, stuff that Iggy would HATE!

NOTE

The Danbue flows through Austria, Romania, Bulgaria, Slovakia, Hungary, Ukraine, Croatia, Germany, Serbia and Moldova

Eep! The ANs are too long...