*Ahem* I am sooooooo sorrrryy this took sooo long. *Cries*
Look just read it and I'll tell you why I took so long after, I'm sure you have waited long enough.
Making his way up the stairs, Arthur held Francis's ear in his right hand and Gilbert's in his left. England wasn't so much angry as he was annoyed, yet he was still slightly amused. If they didn't act like kids, he technically didn't have to deal with anymore than he really had too.
"Ow let go Angleterre! You are going to rip my ear off!"
"Oh shut it will you." Arthur kept his grip tight as he started to make his way through his house and to the living room.
"Gah! Don't let us near Spain. England, you crazy bastard!" Prussia tried to pry the blondes hand off of his ear desperately, making Arthur just sigh as he continued walking. Coming close in on the living room now, a loud crash reverberated through the house, making Arthur stop in his steps.
Prussia, France and England stood motionless as they heard Spain's panicked voice coming not so far from them, in the living room.
"Oh America! What have you done? Your brother is going to kill me if he sees this!" Antonio quickly tried to scoop up some shattered glass from the floor without cutting his self. Honestly he only lost sight of the boy for two seconds before he heard the crash. How could this have happened; to be the indirect cause of two objects breaking today.
"See what!" A voice snuck up behind him. Antonio and Alfred jumped at the voice, but turned to see Arthur standing in the entry way of the living room; he had a dangerous look plastered on his face and was directing its full force on Spain. However all was ignored as Antonio's gaze could not meet Arthur's face, his gaze was fixated on what Arthur was holding on to; two small boys that were wincing in slight pain as their ears were being slightly pulled on.
Spain was at a loss for words. There was no way those two can be…Was that really…Francis and Gilbert? Antonio inspected them carefully, and recognized the faces that he hadn't seen for hundreds of years. Spain didn't have time to react before he heard a fit of laughter break out next to him. He turned to see Alfred pointing and laughing at Francis and Prussia, small hands clutching his side.
"Hahaha oh my God! He got you too! Ahahahaha!"
"Hey shut it you little brat! At least we can be fixed. Arthur's just being too much of a dick! Ow!" Prussia winced as Arthur tugged on his ear.
"Spain what did you break?"
Pulled out of his thoughts, Antonio remembered what situation he was just in. "Oh um, it wasn't me! I swear. It was Alfred." He pointed an accusing finger to the child next to him.
"Yeah and who was in charge of him?"
"M-m-me I guess." Spain replied defeated, he knew he could have prevented this accident from occurring if he had tried harder. He felt like he was the child being scolded. I guess Arthur just has that affect on people.
Arthur sighed as he released the two boys next to him.
"You and Prussia are paying for both of the things you ruined."
"But Arthur the second one was my fault!" Alfred shouted out, guilt started to overwhelm him. "Don't punish them."
Even as this conversation continued, Spain could not take his eyes off the two boys, out of both confusion, and of curiosity. "Er sorry for straying from the original subject but what happened to them?" Spain gestured to both Francis and Gilbert who were both trying to keep their giant clothes from falling off of themselves.
"The bloody idiots walked in when I was practicing a spell. And this is the result. Nothing to worry about, it's completely reversible."
"THEN WHY DON'T YOU REVERSE IT YOU STUCK UP ENGLISH DICK!"
"Because I told you, revenge is funny." Arthur replied smugly.
"No it's not Angleterre!" Francis looked up to see Spain staring at him as if he were a helpless little bunny. "Stop staring at me Antonio!"
"But you guys are just so-"
"Aw geez."
"CUUTEE!" And before either two had time to react, Antonio's arms were wrapped tightly around them both, pulling all three into a suffocating, rib crushing hug.
"Cute, cute, cute, cute. Francis I haven't seen you like this for soooo long. I almost forgot how cute you were!" Spain was talking a mile a minute.
"Let-go!" Francis managed to gasp.
"Oh you haven't grown out a beard yet! Cute cute!" Spain started to rub his cheek against Francis's now soft one..
"Argh cut it out!"
"So cute. And your hair is a little shorter. Oh and Gilbert don't think I forgot about you!"
"Damn I was hoping you did."
"Your face looks so innocent! Awwww!"
"England! HELP!"
Arthur ignored them as he started to clean up the shattered pieces of glass that once used to be a glass figure of a fairy. After he finished discarding glass (Still ignoring France's and Prussia's pleas for help), Arthur sat next to Alfred on the couch.
"Had a nice nap?" Arthur ruffled Alfred's hair.
"Mhm! I dreamt of ice-cream and cookies! They were huge!" England let out a soft chuckle.
"So how long should I let this go on?" Arthur asked Alfred, referring to Spain suffocating the other two smaller nations.
"Haha I think you've done enough."
"Yeah I guess so." Arthur rose from the couch and was about to pry Spain off of the two boys before a loud knock was heard from the door.
"HEY! HEY! JERK ENGLAND OPEN UP!"
"GARGH SEALAND! Go away!" England yelled once he recognized the voice.
"Come ooon let me iiinn! Open up!" Sealand whined.
"No! Go away."
"But Englaaaand it's raining! I'll catch a cooold!"
Grumbling, Arthur reluctantly made his way to the door and opened it. "What do you want?"
Peter ran under Arthur's arms and into the house laughing. "Hey get back here!"
By now Spain had stopped hugging the other two boys to see who had just come in.
"Damn! Peter! You dragged mud in on my carpet!" Arthur scolded as he saw a trail of mud leading from the door to where Sealand was standing.
"Oh sorry!"
Before Arthur could slam the door close, he heard yet another voice in the distance.
"SSSSSSPPPAAAAAAIIIINNNNNN!"
"Lovino?" Antonio perked up.
"SSSPPAAAIIIN!"
"LOVINO! What's wrong!"
By now Romano had found his way to Arthur's doorstep and rushed in the house before Arthur could object.
"Hey what the hell!" Arthur shouted as Romano ran past him.
"OH IT'S TERRIBLE SPAIN! WE RAN OUT OF TOMATOS FOR OUR PASTA SAUUCCEE!" Romano broke into tears. " DO YOU HAVE ANY THAT WE COULD HAVE!" He seemed so upset, he didn't even notice France and Prussia had been turned to children.
"OH OF COURSE LOVINO! LET'S GO RIGHT AWAY!" Spain got up and rushed out the door with Romano. "Sorry England! But I have to go! I promise to pay for the stuff that we broke later!"
Before anything else could happen, Arthur slammed the door shut. "Damn! I bloody hate being back here! There are so many counties that are too damn close!"
Arthur made sure to lock the door tightly before turning around to face an empty living room save for one soul who lounging on the couch. A surge of panic flashed through England's mind as he failed to locate any of the kids that were there earlier, well if you didn't count the one who was practically asleep on the couch. "Where are the rest?" Arthur questioned Gilbert.
"Huh?" Prussia asked lazily. "Oh yeah. We are playing hide-and-go seek."
The panic vanished from Arthur as he let out a sigh of relief before he gave Prussia a quizzical look. "Then aren't you supposed to be hiding?"
"No"
"Then aren't you the one who is supposed to be seeking then?"
"I don't feel like it." Prussia announced before adjusting himself on the couch to get more comfortable. "I told them I didn't want to play."
"Dammit Prussia. You can't just leave them to stay in their hiding spots forever." Arthur stormed out of the room in search of the other nations. "Hey! Come out of your hiding spots! Prussia's not playing anymore!"
"Liar you are just trying to get us to lose!"
Arthur turned his head in the direction of the voice. It came from underneath his bed in his room. England lowered himself to take a peak underneath. "Aha! There you are Alfred."
"Hey get out of here! You're gonna blow my cover!"
"Alfred I told you, Prussia stopped playing. Now come on." Arthur reached under and dragged Alfred out from underneath the bed. "And I should have known that you would have been the only one to respond to me calling out to you guys earlier. You know if you were in a real game of hide and go seek, you would lose by doing that." Arthur laughed.
England spent the next five minutes searching for the rest of the kids in the house, which now were just Francis and Peter; Francis who had growing impatient. When Arthur returned to the living room, he saw Prussia quickly hanging up the phone.
"Who did you just call you little brat."
"No one!" Gilbert tried to act innocent.
"Oh don't give me that! Who did you call?"
"I was just looking at the numbers…you know to see if I can still understand them."
Arthur hesitated. "And?"
"Yep I can still read them! Nothing can stop the awesome me from doing anything."
Taking the excuse, Arthur shrugged. "I guess the spell really didn't affect your mind." Arthur sat all the kids on the couch. "Okay I've changed my mind. I can't take this. I'm turning you guys back to your normal age."
"Hey why are they like that anyways." Sealand interrupted.
"Because they are morons." Arthur said with a frustrated sigh. "And I don't have time to be dealing with this. Now come on lets get this reversed."
"Yes!" Prussia cheered, as Francis just sighed in relief, however as they all just got up to leave the room, another knock was heard at the door.
"DAMMIT! More guests?" Arthur strode to the door and opened it quickly. "What do you want?" Arthur looked up at the tall man. "Germany?"
"Is my bruder here?" Germany asked firmly.
"Er yeah…he's inside." Arthur looked past Germany to see an angry Austria and Hungary standing behind Germany. Damn he did something to mess with them didn't he? "Come on in you guys." Arthur said solemnly.
"YO! Burder! What are you doing he-" Gilbert paused when he spotted Austria and Hungary behind Germany. "Ahehehe. What are you guys doing here? I didn't do it I swear!" Gilbert glanced around nervously, forgetting he had even been turned into a small boy..
All three froze when they saw Prussia in the form of a mere child before their eyes. "What did you do to my bruder!" Germany grabbed Arthur's collar and started to shake him back and forth causing Arthur to let out a girly shrill.
"Uuaaaaaahhh! I'M SORRY! IT WAS HIS FAULT! I-I-I CAN REVERSE IT!"
Hungary burst into a fit of laughter as Austria let out small snickers. "Hahaha that's what you get for ruining our garden! I say just leave him like that England!" Hungary managed to say through fits of laughter.
"That's right!" Germany remembered why he was here in the first place. Austria and Hungary came to him complaining that Prussia had ruined the garden that took them a week to plant. "Gilbert was it you who ruined their garden?"
"Of course it was him! He is always messing with my stuff!" Austria yelled. "Hungary and I took forever planting that garden and the next day it looked like somebody had stepped all over it!"
"It was an accident! There was a bee flying around me! I tried to swat it away but the fucker kept on trying to sting me, and in the chaos I accidentally stepped in your stupid garden!"
"Well you're planting it back!" Hungary yelled back.
"WHY! It was an accident! It was an ugly garden anyways!"
"It was not! You don't know how to appreciate beauty!"
"Yes I do! I'm awesome!"
"JUST BLOODY SHUT UP WILL YOU!" Arthur's breathing was heavy with anger. How could this happen? This is why he didn't want to be back; the closeness, the constant bombardment of nation after nation. What was he thinking returning? Arthur glanced to his right, seeing Alfred with a confused look on his face. For all he knew, all the yelling was probably scaring him, and in the end it was all his fault for making him that way in the first place. And he had to atone for his mistake, this was all for Alfred. "Just shut up. Please." Arthur calmed.
Good, I'm calm. I just need to hand over adult Prussia and problem solved; everyone will leave. Arthur was about make the announcement to turn Prussia back into adult before he heard another knock on the door. "Are you bloody serious? Are you gits just trying to royally piss me off?"
England made his way to the door and opened it and eyed whoever was in the doorway. "Sweden? Why are you here?"
"I'm look'n f'r Sealand. Is he here?" Sweden asked looking down upon Arthur. Damn why is he so tall!
"You see he just got up and left without telling Su-san anything, so he got worried!" Finland seemed to pop out of nowhere, making England jump a bit.
England sighed, "Yes I see." England moved aside from the doorway. "Please come in." Arthur was about to slam the door shut before a hand on the door stopped this from happening.
"Hey aren't you going to let us in too!" England froze, Dammit! Why Denmark!
"Or are you going to leave us out in the rain?"
Arthur growled. "Why are you here?"
"We came with Sweden. What? We're not allowed to visit?"
Arthur didn't exactly hate Denmark, it was more that he was just a bit obnoxious sometimes. He was always so loud and kind of pushy, sort of like America.
"Well are you going to let us in or not?" Denmark asked, getting a little impatient.
"Us?" Arthur asked barely noticing he was referring to more that one person.
"Well yeah, we brought Norway and Ice with us as well." Arthur looked past Denmark to see Norway and Iceland standing nonchalantly in the rain, getting soaked.
"Damn it! Hurry up and get in!" Arthur ushered a snickering Denmark and the other two quickly into the house. Before slamming the door shut and pressing his back up against it and closing his eyes in frustration. After a few seconds of trying to relax his breathing, he opened his eyes reluctantly and looked out to the living room.
It appeared that Prussia had climbed onto his brother's back in attempt to escape from Hungary's rage and was clinging his arms around his brother's neck in an effort to hold on; Germany thus practically being suffocated due to the action. Sweden was quietly scolding Sealand in the corner; Finland quietly standing by next to him with a nervous smile. Denmark seemed to have gone to his kitchen to raid his refrigerator or something, Norway and Iceland were sight seeing at al of his heirlooms and things he kept on the walls and shelves in the room, one accidentally crashing to the floor as Iceland poked it. He spotted Francis trying to use his height to sneak a peak under Hungary's dress, only to catch her attention and be hit with a frying pan with a loud clunk. But where is-
"Alfred! Alfred where are you!" A surge of panic rose in Arthur's stomach as he scanned the room for the hyperactive boy. His eyes darted back and forth across the room until he felt someone pulling at the hem of his pants.
"Arthur I'm right here." Alfred replied calmly. "Geez you have to stop freaking out over every little thing. Haha what can go wrong with the hero here!" Arthur rolled his eyes remembering the whole mishap with Russia. "So? Any progress with the spell? Because I can tell you this, I am TIRED of being this short!"
"Er well as you can see Alfred, I don't have it right…at all really. Francis and Gilbert seemed to have received a very different spell than you have. They retain all the knowledge of being adults, they can comprehend things that you seemed to have forgotten, and even though they already bloody acted like children to begin with, I can tell that they are acting like their normal selves." Arthur shrugged. "So I guess no real progress really since I'm going to need to test it a few more times before I try anything on you again."
Alfred sighed. "That's okay I guess." He paused as his stomach growled. "Hey I'm hungry."
"Oh let me cook something for you-"
"NO!" Alfred froze. "I-I-mean I want something that France cooks."
"What's wrong with my cooking! I thought you liked it?"
"I do!" Alfred lied. "I was just…thinking that…you need a break you know! You've been working too hard." Alfred laughed nervously.
"That's true." Arthur agreed. "To tell you the truth, I am exhausted. But that's the duty of being a big brother…slash father figure…" Alfred cringed realizing Arthur had decided to cook. "Besides I bet France is too short to even reach the stove." Arthur chuckled. Alfred wanted to protest, but decided against it, knowing he had no way to convince him to change his mind.
"What about everybody else here?" Alfred asked.
"I guess I'll just have to make enough for everybody." Arthur shrugged as he started to head to the kitchen, while Alfred followed closely behind. So everybody has to suffer too. Alfred thought as he tried to keep up with Arthur. Entering the kitchen, Arthur found Denmark stuffing his face with a cake that Arthur kept in his refrigerator. "Hey you dolt, spit that out and clear the area. I have to cook."
Denmark spat the cake out of mouth making it fly everywhere, "YOU'RE GOING TO COOK!" He choked out horrified. Denmark had never had the grace of trying England's food, but he sure had heard rumors, and he honestly did not want to test them. Denmark fled the room, hoping to flee from the eminent disaster.
England rolled up his sleeves getting ready to cook before he heard another knock at the door. "Damn it!" He yelled before leaving the kitchen and reentering the chaotic living room and finding his way to the door, opening it so forcefully it was a surprise that it didn't fall off of the hinges. Arthur looked ahead to see who was at the doorstep but was only greeted to a gun pointed between his eyes.
Arthur's heart skipped a beat before he realized who was holding the gun. "S-S-S-S-Switzerland? C-c-c-an I help you? And er why are you p-p-pointing a gun at me?" Arthur asked nervously.
"Why did you open the door so violently?" Switzerland asked angrily. "I assumed you might have attacked me or something so I took the precaution."
"N-no! I wasn't, I was just- look I have a lot to deal with right now. May I ask why you are here again?"
Switzerland twirled his gun as he put it back into its holster. "I have no business with you, however Lichtenstein does."
Arthur looked down to see a nervous looking Lichtenstein holding Switzerland's hand with one hand, and holding a package in her other. Switzerland spoke up. "Well aren't you going to invite us inside? It's raining out here; you don't want her to catch a cold do you?" Vash added as he reached for his gun.
"NO! No haha, come on in!" Arthur laughed nervously and moved so that they were allowed to enter. "Please try to make yourself comfortable. Unfortunately as you can see, I already have many guest here." Vash grimaced as he saw the chaos of the living room, he muttered to Lichtenstein to make it quick so they can leave soon.
Lichtenstein nodded before presenting the package to Arthur. "I-I-I made these for Alfred." She squeaked. "They are really cute and I think he might like them."
Arthur took the package and unwrapped it carefully, unveiling a blue two piece pajama set. It looked fancy yet humble at the same time, something probably only Lichtenstein could manage to make. It was also very frilly and soft, making Arthur laugh a little on the inside realizing that Alfred would never want to wear this.
"Thank you." He finally manage to say. "He will appreciate it. In fact…ALFRED!" Arthur called out looking for the boy and scanning the room for him. After about ten seconds he came scurrying into the room with crumbs and frosting sticking to his face; Arthur immediately regretted leaving the cake out but decided to drop it for the time being. "Alfred say thank you to Lichtenstein, she made these pajamas for you."
Alfred face fell as he saw the pajamas. There was no way in hell that he was wearing that. Seeing Alfred's face twisted in with disgust, Arthur punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Alfred say thank you"
Coming back to his senses Alfred spoke up, "Oh yeah. Hahaha! Thanks! This is awesome!" He lied and flashed a smile to both Switzerland and Lichtenstein. Lichtenstein smiled happily thinking that her efforts were put to good use.
"Your welcome!" She squeaked before kneeling down to give Alfred a light hug.
"Alright then lets go then." Switzerland interrupted.
"Okay big brother." Lichtenstein got up and followed her brother. Vash opened the door and was about to exit before he saw someone was blocking the entrance way. Switzerland tried to see who it was, but their face was hidden behind a giant pot.
"Excuse me but move." Vash firmly stated.
"Oh! Con premiso. I have to get through. This is kind of heavy."
"Spain?" Switzerland asked.
"Oh Switzerland! Do you mind helping me?" Spain asked desperately barely holding on to the pot he was carrying.
"No." He said flatly. "Come on Lichtenstein." Vash grabbed his sister's hand attempting to drag her away before she herself pulled away from his grip.
"Brother we have to help! He's going to fall or drop it!" She attempted to give aid to Spain but was quickly pulled back as Switzerland grabbed the pot entirely from Antonio.
"Oh gracias mi amigo." Switzerland made his way past all the chaos of the living room carrying the pot with ease. What's in this anyways? He sniffed it…it smelled like food.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Arthur asked while following Switzerland, who was making his way to the kitchen.
"I don't know." Vash stated flatly.
"Then why the bloody hell did you bring it?"
"It's not mine. It's Spain's." He stated emotionlessly as he set the pot on the table with a thud.
"Spain? He's back?" Arthur left Vash's side to head to the door but almost ran into Spain himself who was holding a tray of pizza in both arms.
"What are you doi-"
"Excuse me England but I need to set these on the table before I burn my hands." Spain interrupted as he tried to squeeze past Arthur, who in return, allowed him to pass.
"Don't drop it Feliciano!" Arthur heard more footsteps heading toward the kitchen and recognized Lovino's voice, the other footsteps obviously belonging to Feliciano. Arthur watched in silence as the two Italian brother's came in holding more food; Feliciano holding two trays filled with bowls of gelato and Lovino holding bags of bread and another bag with something Arthur couldn't see in.
The new guest finished placing the food on the table, "Let's eat!" Feliciano chimed. Arthur was once again at a loss for words. He didn't know if he was angry, annoyed, happy or pleased. They just barged in with food! That's nice of them but without permission! What gives them the right! But they brought food! A lot of it too. But there are too many people here!
" A-Arthur?" Alfred looked up at his brother nervously, it looked like his brain had fried. "Arthur?" He tried again, and was happy as he saw his brother blink.
"Wha- Huh? Oh Alfred…" Arthur looked down at his brother with a blank stare. He heard Feliciano call out. "Hey Prussia we brought it all! Just like you asked us to."
"Prussia!" Then it hit Arthur; that was what he was doing on the phone earlier, he was calling for them to come over. "Dammit!" England saw Prussia scurry over to the table to take a look at all the food. "You brat! Stop inviting people over!"
"Hey! I wasn't going to eat your cooking!"
"Oh he really is tiny! You were telling the truth Antonio!" Feliciano laughed. Romano just rolled his eyes at the sight. "Just pass out the food already."
Giving in, Arthur sighed. "Look lets just move this all to the dining room, I have a pretty big table."
"Okay!" Antonio chimed. "Ahehe if you don't mind, Switzerland can you get the pasta again?"
Vash sighed as he grabbed the giant cooking pot once again moving to the dining room. Arthur grabbed a bunch of plates, bowls and cups and also headed to his large dining room. He set the table as the rest laid out the food in the center of the table. "Are you staying for dinner Vash?" Arthur asked as he set the table.
"If my sister wants to." He shrugged.
Arthur nodded to his response and once he finished he called out to the living room. "Hey guys. There's food." Seeing the lack of response he added. "I didn't make it." It was then that all the nations in the living room got up and followed Arthur into the dining room. Everybody gazed upon the spread that laid on the table. Pasta and pizza decorated the table along with bread and bottles of wine at each end of the table. Arthur's dining room was very eloquent as well, being in the old English style with a large mahogany table in the center and red velvet walls that surrounded the are and a cream colored border lining it all. Decorating the wall were many expensive paintings. On the opposite end of the room was a broad window with red drapes flowing over the sides that complimented the walls, the drapes were pulled back revealing the now shining moon.
"Huh. It stopped raining." Francis pointed out.
"Well everybody have a seat." Arthur announced. Arthur himself took a seat at the very edge of the table, seating Alfred to the seat on his right. Francis took a seat next to Alfred, Antonio took a seat next to Francis, Lovino took a seat next to Antonio, Feliciano took a seat next to Lovino, Ludwig took a seat next to Feliciano, Gilbert took a seat next to Ludwig, Elizabeta took a seat next to Gilbert, Rodrich took a seat next to Elizabeta, Vash took a seat next to Rodrich, and Lichtenstein took a seat next to her brother. On Arthur's other side, Peter took a seat to his left, Berwald took the seat next to Peter, Tino took the seat next to Berwald, Iceland took the seat next to Tino, Norway took the seat next to Iceland, and Denmark took the seat next to Norway. And even with this many people at the table, it still had room for at least fifteen more people.
"Well dig in!" Feliciano announced.
"Uh Italy?" Arthur asked. "How did you get all this food here that quickly?"
"Well we made most of it at home but we ran out of tomatoes when were almost done so we had to find Spain, so we took the food with us. We didn't want to leave it alone! So when we found Antonio, we knew he always keeps tomatoes in his car so it was easy to complete."
"And you always make this much!"
"Yep! Let's eat!" Feliciano laughed happily as he piled some pasta onto his plate. Triggering the rest of the nations to do the same.
Soon the dining room was filled with chattering and laughter as all the nations dug into their food. The wine was passed around to the older nations if they wanted any, apple cider for those under aged; to Francis's horror he was denied wine by everybody for being 'too young'. Time passed before Arthur heard another knock on the door that nobody else seemed to notice. Excusing himself silently from the table, Arthur got up to see who was at the door. Upon opening the door, a flash of anger and rage shot up through Arthur that without thinking he punched the person standing in the door way, making his fist connect with the other mans jaw as hard as he can.
"What the FUCK are YOU doing here!" Arthur's voice was hoarse from the anger rising in his throat.
The other man laughed as he wiped his bleeding lip, "I was invited."
"Fucking liar! Get the hell away from my house!" Arthur rose his fist to punch the man again before he felt something pull on his leg, hard.
"NO stop Arthur! Stop! I invited him!" Alfred pleaded as he clutched his brother's leg.
"Why would you invite Russia! Are you mad?"
"It's just everybody was here! And when you weren't around I found your book thing with all the numbers in it and so I called Russia and invited him. He said he was nearby so he was able to make it."
"But why Alfred! After all he's done to you!"
"I-I-I don't really know." Alfred thought about it. "I just…did it."
"I'm sorry Alfred, but I just can't let him into my house." Arthur shook his head.
"Oh please you have to! I invited him!"
Guilt coiled in Arthur's heart when he saw the look on his little brother's face. "Ugh FINE! But if he tries anything funny, I won't hesitate to shoot him with one of Switzerland's guns!" Arthur turned back to Russia, if looks could kill, Russia would have died a slow ands painful death from the one England was giving him, however all he returned was his normal trademark smile. "Come. In." Arthur announced in a way that would threaten most instead of welcome them.
Russia nodded and walked in, "I hope you don't mind but I brought some guests." Following Ivan was Belarus, Ukraine, Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia. Sighing, Arthur allowed all of them to enter. He pointed to where the dining room was, however Arthur stood by the door.
"I know it. I just know someone is going to- aha! There they are!" Arthur announced sarcastically to himself. Cars in the distance pulled in and Arthur moved aside as Belgium, Netherlands, Greece, Turkey, and even Bulgaria made their way into his house. He directed them to the dining room before heading to the door again to close it.
"That should be it right?" He whispered to himself as he started to close the door only to be half surprised when a hand got in the way from it closing all the way.
"Oye laddie! You aint gonna let us in?" Arthur froze. Oh no not them!
"What the bloody hell are you guys doing here?"
"Where here to see our wee baby brother!" Another voice called out.
Arthur scoffed. "No really why are you here Scotland…and Ireland...and maybe Wales…" Arthur guessed who was on the other side of the door he refused to open all the way.
"Oy Canada came by for a visit earlier so he thought he'd drop by here before he left for home. You aint gonna leave the wee lad out here are you?"
Sighing Arthur thought about it, "Look just come in okay. There's food in the dining room, I unfortunately have a lot of unwanted guest so hurry before all the food is gone." Arthur opened the door all the way letting all his brothers in and closed the door behind them. They all made their way into the dining room and took empty seats.
"Matty!" Arthur heard Alfred call out, followed by Francis noticing Canada entering the room. "Mathew!" Arthur saw Mathew pale a little when he saw the state that Francis was in but fortunately it turned into an understanding smile, and then to laughter.
Arthur looked out in front of him, all the nation's happy chatting and laughing was accompanied by the clattering of plates and forks. All their problems from the past just seemed to disappear as everybody's face was filled with laughter. Netherlands didn't even look that bothered from Spain's presence in the room. Austria was laughing softly into his napkin. And the room was buzzing from the all the conversation and laughter taking place.
"Can you pass me the pasta?" "Thank you."
"Oh really that's so hilarious!" "Can you pass the wine mon cher?"
"No Francis. You're too young."
Arthur looked down at Alfred and frowned when he saw his face covered in pasta sauce. He leaned over and wiped his mouth before allowing him to continue eating. Arthur rested his chin in his hand, feeling a bit full from the pasta. He didn't bother making much conversation but just chose to watch others. Even though this was probably the worst nightmare he could ever think of, it was strangely okay with him. He could never fathom how this happened, but he concluded it was a strange miracle. Not only was he okay with being bombarded by nation after nation, the full miracle was that practically all of western Europe was in his dining room getting along and laughing with one another. Something Arthur never thought possible after sitting through countless meetings of arguing. So Arthur just sat there enjoying the peace, eating his gelato quietly, enjoying the odd miracle.
Okay…why I took so long.
First excuse, two words: Code Geass. Lol I got hooked and whenever I turned on my computer all I wanted to do was watch it, so I couldn't concentraite on writing so I tried to finish the whole series…which I did. It was awesome. That took a little more than a week.
Second excuse: I was planning to take all of Saturday to finish this, but I forgot that, that's when our marching band goes to play in a Disneyland parade, so I was gone all day that day. Yes I live in SoCal so I go to Disneyland all the time so it wasn't that fun.
Third excuse: This was so hard to write. Idk why!
Forth thing(Not excuse really) I have to finish the second drawing I promised to my other winner, that was put on delay for scanner issues. But it is up and running now, so winner, expect it in the next few days on my Deviantart.
And other random reasons. I hope never to take that long to update again and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now I have to go now before I get in trouble for being on the computer for so long.