And chap 11! A bit of new plot coming up we're mostly making it up as we go, but here's the first hint of an arc we've been planing for a while so enjoy! Also here's your apple pie Krabby!


The next day Arthur decided to meet with the Queen and give her an update, they where going to have the President and Prime Minister on skype call to update them as well. It happened that Francis' boss had to meet with the Queen also so he had to go too. The problem was with the twins in their current state they would most likely get bored and run rampid, and Arthur would not have that in front of the Queen! They needed a baby sitter..

Arthur paced the room; what could they do? It wasn't like they could ask a normal country to do it. Most countries would take advantage of the brother's weak form. The twins where currently playing outside while Arthur and Francis tried coming up with a plan. They both vigorously refused to let Arthur call Gilbert or Ivan.

Arthur continued to pace. We needed someone who wouldn't take advantage of them... A lightbulb should have shown since Arthur had the greatest idea. "Frog, I have an idea." As Arthur talked he walked to the phone and with a flurry of motions, hit a phone number and put the phone to his ear.

France raises an eyebrow watching him.

He started to mutter things into the phone and hung up. "He shall be here soon."

"Who?" Francis demanded. It would have been nice if he had been consulted first.

England just smiled as the door was knocked on. "Someone who can babysit and not take advantage of the boys. I explained the situation on the phone." He opened the door and a young Italian bounced in.

"Ve~I'm-a here to help!"

France stared then took Arthur by the arm "Excuse us for a minute." He draged Arthur into the other room.

Arthur yanked his arm from Francis's hand. "What do you want, frog?"

"Are you sure about this? Yes he's practically a kid himself, but you know how much of a blabber mouth he is!"

"He understands the consequences of letting this out. Most don't know this, but Italy is quite smart."

Francis gives Arthur a contemplating look "Fine.." He goes to fetch the boys. Arthur walks back into the living room and gives Italy a smile. Francis comes back, twins trailing behind him.

Arthur looks at the boys, "Boys, Italy here is going to babysit you while we go talk to our bosses. Alright?"

Matthew nods. Alfred crosses his arms mumbling "I don't need a babysitter.."

Arthur bends down to Alfred's level. "He's not here to "babysit" you per say. He's just here to make sure no one comes in and sees you"

Italy smiled, "Ve~ He's right. We'll-a have a lot of fun!"

Al looks up to him. He realy did like hanging out with Feli though, he was the one other nation he knew of to put up a mask. Also one of the few that he drops his own for, Matt being the other.

Arthur smiled knowing he had convinced Alfred, he quickly checked his watch and then jumped. "W-we have to go! We'll be late." And with a quick kiss on both of the boys head, he dragged France out of the house.

The boys looked up at Feli. Feli smiled at the boys, "So-a what do you want-a to do?"

Alfred thinks for a minute, "Can we make apple pie?"

"I want cherry!" Matt says.

Feli smiles and claps his hands together. "We'll make-a both!"

They look at each other. "Ok." Matt says as he leads the way to the kitchen. Feli smiled at them both happily and walked with them to the kitchen. The boys start looking around for ingredients. Pulling out various things. Feli grabbed the ingredients that the boys couldn't reach, making sure that they wouldn't get hurt in the process. The three went on putting the pies together and put them in the oven. Matthew for some reason he couldn't explain, started making pictures in the leftover flour.

Feli looked over at Matthew and smiled, "What-a are you drawing? ~ve." He shrugs just doodling random shapes. Feli smiles down at Matthew and places the two pies in the oven.

"So-a, what would you all like-a to do?"

Matt hums. "Hey Al, dosnt Arthur have some soccer balls in his shed?"

"Last time I went in there yeah."

Feli smiles down at the boys, "Would-a you like to play football?"

"Yeah!" They run outside. Feli followed the boys, smiling. He grabbed the football for the boys, since they were too short to grab it, and quickly started a game.


Meanwhile in town Arthur and Francis where on their way to the palace. Arthur was currently ranting about various things, complaining about a few people in his government not even bothering to keep quiet.

"I swear! if you can't tell the difference between a document from the Queen and a document from the Prime Minster you shouldn't be in the goverment!"

Francis just nodded not even listening to his tirade. He'd heard it all before anyway. However there was one who had caught interest in the conversation. He tailed them silently.

England slowly drifted off of the conversation and glanced at France, "So you finally have bloody noticed, frog."

"What?" He turns to Arthur.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "The bloody man following us. Do you really think that I would talk about government affairs so loudly? All I said was fake to draw that man closer to us."

"And why are you?"

"So we can find out why he's following us, wanker."

He raised a brow but went along with it anyway. Arthur was always rather blunt when it came to strategy. Arthur rolled his eyes like he was predicting what Francis just though, he quickly made a right turn into a darker alley. Francis followed hiding in the shadows.

Arthur turned in a 360 on he's heel, "Why are you bloody following us!?"

The man startled, surprised at being caught.

Arthur glared at the man, "Well?!"

The man backs away only to be blocked by France. "Uh reporter?"

England shook his head, "Like we would believe that. Tell us the bloody truth!"

The man for whatever reason pulled a conveniant flashbomb out of his pocket and threw it. "Gah!" The nations screamed. While they where occupied the man quickly stole Arthur's wallet and runs off. Arthur eyes blinked quickly, trying to focus. France recovered quickly, most likely by getting used to it, that one week England discovered pepper spray was a killer. Arthur fell against the wall trying to see through the haze of his vision.

Francis rubs the light away and turns to Arthur. "You ok?"

Arthur was still feeling the affects of the flashbomb and continued to rub his eyes, "No, OF COURSE NOT! I CAN'T BLOODY SEE!"

Francis walks over taking his hands, "Stop rubbing!" He leads Arthur out of the alley and continues toward the palace.

England was worried, it shouldn't have lasted this long, right? "Frog, what should I do, then!?"

"Just close them and let them rest awhile." France replies squeezing his hand and pulling him closer.

England's eyes closed slowly; with every reject of his being, he did NOT want to fall asleep next to France, that was just asking for it, but he UNWILLINGLY, he will tell you, fell asleep, finally relaxing. France picks him up and carries him the rest of the way. The guards rushing over when he came into view.