A One Way Ticket to Papaville

*Italics are meant to signify that the language being spoken is Russian

~I do not own Hetalia, but the idea for this story is. ~Chemistry is running my life ~

Recap:

Feeling perplexed the blonde reeled his leg back and took all of his pent up frustration on a lone rock that had been before him. He watched as the rock flew from the ground hitting a nearby pole and ricocheting off into an alley. Frowning the American pushed up Texas before hearing the rock hit something solid and a loud "ow" groan out.

"Crap" The American exclaimed as he jogged over to the alley only to stop short. On the ground was the Englishman in a fetal position. His head was hung low but America could still see the tears falling as he held onto his arm.

'Well that was convenient'

Chapter 20

"Iggy? Is that you?" America tried his hardest not to let the string of obnoxious laughter back as he lowered his face to the crouched blonde. He kept a safe distance away in case he decided that the blonde would deserve a taste of his own medicine and contrary to his image he threw a decent punch.

"Well bloody hell Alfred, who else would it be you git?" the annoyed response was emphasized as a pale hand reached out quickly to hit the side of the American's head. Revenge was sweet! An echo of the smack reverberated the small alleyway stunning the Brit a bit.

'Did I really hit the git that hard?' England thought as he stared at the dumbfounded expression on the other blonde. His hand felt a bit numb from the sheer force, however, it wasn't like the American couldn't take it.

"You hit me" came the incredulous reply as the American slowly brought his left hand up towards the side of his head where he was just assaulted. 'Did he just hit me or did a star just fall on my head like the last time with England in Egypt' America waited until his eyes stopped seeing yellow blobs and focused Texas on the impatient looking Brit before him.

"Are you daft? Of course I hit you, I didn't hit you that hard so don't make a show of it. Come now wipe those tears" England demanded as he diverted his emerald eyes away from his former charge. It was one thing to see America cry (like the last time the American thought he saw the ghost of the spider he killed, the moron cried for an hour straight in England's broom cupboard), however it was certainly another thing to make him cry and that made the Englishman quite uncomfortable.

Confused the blonde straightened himself out kneeling as he placed a hand under his eyes feeling for the telltale signs of any such tears. As he felt about he felt a bit of moisture which he was quick to wipe of embarrassed that he would be could crying from a hit.

"Damn Iggy what the hell is with you and your sudden cry strong hands of punishment. Is that some kind of parental superpower, 'cuz it's supper affective. On second thought you're not allowed near Anya" America babbled blushing heavily as he realized the gravity of the situation. England just hit him and he cried from it, legitimately cried, like a child getting spanked. This was too EMBARRASSING!

"Look, I haven't the slightest idea what crazed hypothesis you seem to be cooking up in that tiny brain of yours, but if you don't cease I will be forced to pop you in the head once again" England warned as he raised a hand to the air threateningly. This immediately got the American to stop yammering and pay close attention to the Brit.

"Why are you even here?" Raising an eyebrow the "gentleman" looked around before pausing and staring the American in the eye. "Where is Anastasia? You haven't dropped her have you, I still blame myself for dropping you on too many times. Lord knows what you could have accomplished had I been more attentive back then"

Silence reigned as the new information sunk into the kneeling nation and suddenly a slight twitch of the eye was the only sign to prove he was still there. "You DROPPED me? And not just once, but many times?" America shouted as he threw his arms up in a dramatic fashion. 'This ol' fart has been hounding on me this whole time about my fail parenting skills, but he thinks it's just peaches that he DROPPED me!'

"I did say I regretted it, didn't I? Now more importantly where is the child?" England hid his amusement as he stared down at the gaping blonde still on the ground.

"I left her with the Ruski, hey no changing the subject. Just when were you going to tell me about this, you don't just spring that up on a guy. Hey do you think that's why I'm the only one who can talk to Tony?" America smirked as he remembered Tony's verbal beat down on England the last time he stopped by his place. It was just too funny especially watching England's face get all red and puffy with anger... good old fun.

"Bloody rude alien" mumbled the thoroughly peeved Englishman as he raked his fingers through his golden locks. He suddenly stopped remembering something and scowled as he looked about for the book he had gotten from Mother Eald. He'd held it through the impromptu ceremony, but now it seemed to just disappear just like that.

"Alfred, my book, have you seen it?" the urgency in the Brit's voice had the American quit his chuckling and look over questioningly.

'Book? The hell is he talking about?' The blonde joined in looking before a thought popped up. "Hey it's probably with Antonio and Romano, they were the first ones to wake up." He got up immediately puzzled as to where to go from there.

"It's this way you brat" the Englishman instructed as he walked away from the alley no longer wishing to hide away. He'd deal with the stupid emotions later, but for now he had a damn book to find. Beside him he could hear the unnecessarily loud pounding footsteps that could only belong to the idiot that he'd been trying to avoid.

Contemplating on what to say to make the trip back less awkward the American thought back to the time England freakin' disappeared out of nowhere in the middle of the hospital magic style. It occurred to him that he never got an explanation as to just what happened during the time he was gone, I mean he was just left to deal with the world (literally) on his own.

Russia had gotten the tale out of him after he came, but America couldn't hear it since he was preoccupied taking survey of the nations gathered, as well as, the damages they were suffering from. To make matters worse he was getting calls left and right from various bosses demanding to get their nations back to them immediately. Yeah, they actually thought America and Russia had an elaborate plan to steal every countries, the nerve of them. Just how paranoid were these people?

"So, what exactly happened after, you know, the hospital thing?" The blue eyed nation asked hopefully as he placed his hands in his pocket. Slowing his pace a bit he began to stare at the ground watching as the crumbled concrete began to reform into a smooth surface and the ground began to level.

"Why should I tell you, git? You've never believed me before about fey or any of the creatures, even having the nerve to call me mad. What makes you think I'll tell you?" bushy caterpillar eyebrows knitted in anger and frustration. Couldn't the git get the hint that he didn't want to talk at the moment.

"Hey, I'm all for understanding that you were afraid of losing me and all, but can you just chill on the damn sarcasm. If it helps I'm sorry for scaring you and not listening hell I'm even sorry for the scene, but don't you think you overreacted just a bit?" The two stopped in their tracks frozen in the moment. It had been a while since the Brit heard the American saying anything this mature, hell he just took responsibility for his actions. 'It's a bloody miracle the boy is actually acting like an adult' he thought sourly as he looked into determined blue orbs wondering just what had changed.

"I-I... well I suppose I had overreacted just a tad, but that doesn't mean it wasn't called for. Since when were you this mature, you never take responsibility for anything" Critically he gave the younger nation a once over to check if it wasn't his twin somehow (not that Mathew could ever pull it off). 'Same eyes, Nantucket hair strand , Texas glasses, obnoxious bomber jacket and most telling his shit eating smile. Yes, this was most definitely the Alfred I raised.' Sighing England rubbed his eye that had suspiciously gotten glossy at the positive identification of his former ward.

"What, were you so mesmerized by my heroic awesomeness that you were moved to tears. Geez Iggy you really have lost your touch, HAHAHAHA" there goes the mature image down the toilet going in a swirling waters of idiocy America seemed to have an infinite amount of. Huffing indignantly the elder nation lifted his hand up ready to strike, but stopped abruptly. No this was the America he knew and cared for, he may have wanted a more mature nation, but that was just a part of America's charm.

"Belt up you wanker, I was not most certainly not crying , my eyes were suddenly itching. For the record you dear child are not 'awesome' and forget what I said about being mature" England growled taking brisk steps away from the boisterous blonde.

"Oh come on Iggy, I just playing. Hey wait up"

"Go fall down a hole you prick"

"I'm the prick?"

"Yes, you are"

"Look this is fun and all, but are you going to tell me or not? I promise I'll listen and keep an open mind to whatever you say. Alright? So please, please, pretty please with cherry on top?"America had managed to snake his arms around the Brits arm tightening his grip with every plea until his the hand captured turned blue from the pressure.

"Let go you overgrown child. I will tell you however if I so much as hear I snicker or comment I will stop and never tell you. EVER." the conditions were stated clearly as the death hold loosened until there was only a ghost of a pressure. Sighing England took a second to collect his thoughts and organize them in a way that someone as dense as America would understand.

~Meanwhile At Red Square~

As everyone had finally gotten themselves together they were quick to go and help anyone who had lost too much energy. In the case of the micro nations it had taken longer for them to recover which had worried Finland to no end as he wrapped the unconscious Sealand in his arm as one would an infant. He had tried everything to get the child to rouse, all without fruition. Beside him Sweden stood looking down at the two worriedly, he'd seen Seychelles and Japan and awaken later than the others, but even Hay-on-Wye still hadn't awaken either (worrying Wales greatly).

Russia had taken America's duty accompanied by both Lithuania and Estonia taking note of who would need to be taken to Saint Basil's for extra care due to energy loss and who would be allowed to go inside the Kremlin to go contact their bosses. Russia's boss had been a bit nervous allowing Russia to block of the Red Square to perform whatever they had been doing so close to where he was. Hello if things went wrong he would be in huge danger especially since they were dealing with something as unpredictable as a nation's power.

So far it had been the micro nations as well as Trinidad and Tobago, India, Brazil and Israel all of which had inexplicably stayed dormant much to everyone's surprise. All of them had been taken into the colorful church to be properly cared for. Some of the other nations had sustained some injuries from the falls like Greece who had twisted his ankle and Georgia, who had injured his wrist. Even Germany sported a injury to his forehead that had been treated by the estranged Italy after he noticed. Some people however refused to be helped, namely Switzerland and North Korea who were adamant that nothing was wrong with them (even though North Korean had an obviously broken arm and Switzerland had a skinned knee) . The strangest behavior however belonged to China who turned into super protective brother.

It wasn't apparent that he was losing it until the Chinese man saw Japan still laying on the ground even after Indonesia and South Korea had awaken. China had held onto the slight Japanese man since discovering that he was the only of his "siblings" that hadn't awaken yet. Hong Kong had been a special case for some reason waking a little after the Chinese man and Pilipino woman rubbing his eyes as though he had just awaken form a short nap. Sitting on the ground the whole of Asia sat huddled not allowed to go anywhere without the threat of betting wok-ed by the very protective China. Even the confused Mongolia had been gathered sitting next to China as he held the now awaken and thoroughly embarrassed Japan still in his lap. The only exception he allowed was India, since the poor nation looked absolutely dreadful then, she had bags under eyes and her breathing was irregular. With all those variables the Ancient nation decided it was best to let her go, instead keeping a closer eyes on everyone else.

The African nations had huddled as they made sure no one been missing, Madagascar had wondered off during the "ceremony" and ended up on the other side of the barricade. Egypt had settled in the ground by South Africa and Ethiopia staring blankly at the others. He had remembered they were in South Africa's house and the Mali fell and then blood had started to pool. He also remember sending Alfred an email, but after that everything was a blur. Looking around he saw Kenya and Mali sitting by each other trying to piece together what it was exactly that they had felt before they fell unconscious. It wasn't like it was a painless that was for sure, it hurt so much as the blood left them in pools, but they felt oddly serene, like nothing in the world mattered. Angola had taken his spot in the middle of the circle watching everyone talk about the ordeal and such but she just sat there waiting for something.

South America and Latin America had been in absolute elation at having everyone back, they had gathered hugging and laughing at being reunited. Even those who were normally enemies hugged it out, thanking God that they were no longer in immediate danger. Paraguay had chosen to take it easy with Brazil, Uruguay Argentina drinking some nice cold tereré under the blinding sun.

While everyone else sat down to chat it was Russia who was trying to get down the other, but it was proving difficult. The middle eastern countries and most of the Europe were spread out joining other circles trying to taste other food or beverages. It wasn't necessarily bad since it was rare to every have everyone (and I mean everyone) there all at once in a peaceful situation.

"Mr. Russia, I'll take South America and Edward will take Africa. You can take Asia, it'll be easier so we can all help find Europe... Ah Steve y-your koala is eating my pants" cried Lithuania as the furry marsupial wrapped it's arm firmly on his calves taking another bite of his pants getting a laugh out of Anastasia who was being held by Belarus a couple paces away.

"To-to" Anastasia giggled as she waved amused at the Lithuanian who was trying very hard not to scare the mammal on his leg and getting a nasty bite as the Aussie went to work coaxing it off. Bored of her antics the Belarusian nation merely nodded as she walked away to go find her sister, at least she didn't hate Ukraine as much as she did everyone else.

Slowly she trudged gracefully away from her big brother, she wouldn't assault him with her love now, not with him being busy, but once that was done... an evil smirk graced her lips. Whining the blonde child turned in the loose hold looking at the retreating back of her 'daddy'. "Vaa- yaa" she called out as the distance only became larger disturbing her greatly. Louder the child let out a yell ignoring the fidgeting under her as Belarus tried to adjust her hold so the babe wasn't screaming in her ear. It went on for a while as the pale blonde fought to keep her balance while keeping the struggling child still. It amused the other nations nearby as the struggle continued and it looked like the child was winning as she grabbed a lock of Belarus' long straight hair and tugged viciously.

"Owww! You demonic child" Belarus growled as she moved to try and throw the child off of her only to hear the bouncing that definitely belonged to her dear sister. 'Oh great, well she can take the demon this is ridiculous'

"That is NOT how you treat an infant Natalya, you know that" came the soft yet firm voice of the elder sister. She was her arms at her waist in a disapproving manner as she watched Belarus continue to struggle with the child. Russia had been too far to pay any mind the minor incident and taking pity on the struggling blonde she grabbed Anastasia's hand and loosened it from the pale locks. She then patted Belarus with one hand as she held Anastasia to her side with the other.

"Just get her away from me" growled Belarus as she turned away in disgust wondering just why anyone would want to go through all the trouble just to have little demons walking around. The idea seemed pretty stupid, not that any of them had ever been able to have children before. As far as anyone has known they had all just appeared one day and were raised by whoever found them and became a family. It wasn't exactly the best of situations, but what did you really expect from the world we live in.

"I hope you know you were an infant once too, don't think you weren't any grief" chastised the large breasted woman as she began to rock in place kissing the hands that were aiming for her hair. It was true, though it wasn't easy to raise Russia much less Belarus.

"I seriously doubt that" she muttered as she walked over to Hungary, maybe she would be a great change from this whole baby business.

Turning Ukraine smiled down at the restless child in her arms and bounced in place before stopping thinking better of it when a button popped out. Instead she returned back to the spot she had been resting at with Latvia, Liechtenstein (she was only left alone under the condition someone was to look after her), Canada and Bulgaria. She was pretty sure Bulgaria had only joined them because he saw Liechtenstein alone, but Canada had promised to keep a close eye on her and he planned on keeping it. Slowly, carefully Ukraine sat back down on the ground with everyone watching the amazed faces of Latvia and Liechtenstein as they looked down at the babe.

Pausing her attempt to shove her fist in her mouth, the baby flashed the two blonde nations a full on smile with her clear blue eyes sparkling. Immediately they melted cooing at the child amazed at the tiny proportions. Latvia had taken to playing with her left hand placing his small finger into smaller ones watching it flex around. He blushed as she squeezed tightly before pulling it up and down.

'Too cute'

Ukraine smiled at him, he wasn't shaking violently as he usually did whenever he was in Russia's presence. He almost seemed to glow with happiness as he sat there playing with Anya, just forgetting every care in the world. Liechtenstein had taken to the child's feet playing with it by bouncing it up and down in her palm as gently as possible. The giggles received were all the more incentive to keep playing. She then took to tickling which got even more giggles being shared from both the baby and the younger nations. It in turn seemed to cheer up Bulgaria who was frowning at being ignored by Liechtenstein and Canada who was being harassed by a certain Frenchman began to smile at the sounds.

Even France backed off instead watching the display with awe. He motioned for Hungary who had come closer looking for Austria to join them. He knew she would have a camera on her, because the day she didn't, the world really would end. Once there she immediately got to clicking taking a shot at every possible angle getting shots of the smiling Ukraine and the younger nations.

From afar Russia watched with a genuine soft smile finally taking down the last of Asia. He knew his sister had been fond of Anastasia, but her maternal instincts were spot on. She knew when to tell them to back off before Anya would cry and when to hold he close for comfort. He too had felt that innate feeling of nurture that he never thought he'd have. The feeling of caring for something so much that he wouldn't dream of ever hurting it, yes Anya was changing them.

No longer was Ukraine avoiding her brother except for when she wanted something.

No longer was Lithuania terrified of Russia for no reason (he was scared still but not as much)

No longer was Poland grossed out by everyone but himself and Lithuania

No longer was Belarus as closed off and obsessed as she had been.

No longer was England as unaccepting and bitter to others.

No longer was America as childish and obnoxious.

Lastly...

No longer was Russia as cold and unforgiving as his tundra.

It is perhaps the most beautiful gift to have a child, it may not be biologically your, but all the same a change will be made. A parent can live their lives feeling happy and whole, but until they see the wandering eyes or the smiling face of a child they will never understand what being whole is. Do not mistaken me, having a child is no breeze, but what's life when there are no surprises and mistakes to make it that much more interesting.

A/N: Well this took about three hours to write since I was in the library next to the most obnoxious group of potheads in this school (no offense to smokers however I'm "allergic" to scents). Anyway I realize it's been forever since I last posted anything, but at least this is longer than the last one and well it took a lot more effort. Stick around because after my next lecture I will start my Naruto fic NTTEOK! I hope everyone had a great vacation and are okay, if you're in New York, snow sucks especially when it's mixed with rain. I should be going now... bye! ~TheRussianGaaraKid out!