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Ch.20 AAwww! Who's our cute little England?
Wales scowled at England for calling him a crybaby about Scotland trying to kill SweetPea. Wales had to hide in the closet with him again and put a spell on the door crying trying to protect his angel. (*Cough* Demon! *Cough*) He went through a spell book and found one that said it would make the person it is cast on sensitive to everything. So England would be crying all day tomorrow then he'd be the crybaby. Wales smirked setting everything up then did the spell quietly over his little brother's sleeping form. Then when his body glowed a little and faded Wales walked out to go to bed. The next morning England yawned squeakily little hand covering his mouth then he blinked. He stared at his hand then screeched. The fairies shushed him panicked.
"England Wales cast a spell on you last night. Now you will be aware of your actions and all but you won't be able to fight the child emptions and tendencies. Basically you'll have your adult mind only to understand situations but you'll also be a kid. You won't be able to fight it. You have a toddler's emotions, tendencies, and mindset. So don't be too upset at yourself if something happens later you know you shouldn't do but you do it anyways and don't be ashamed of acting like a toddler when you can't help it." She said quickly. England blinked at her then brought his little fist to his mouth face crumpling. "England shhhh."
"I don't want to be small! I want to be adult me!" he wailed. "ALBA!" he screamed running from his room wailing and ran into Scotland's. He bounced a few times then managed to get on his bed. "Alba! Wales casted a spell on me! You said no casting spells on each other anymore! You said no! Go beat him up!" he sobbed shaking him. Scotland blinked at him confused then his eyes widened and he brought him close. The fairies explained everything to him. He nodded and looked at England.
"Let's go make breakfast. After we eat then we will beat up Wales." He said carrying him close to his chest as he got out of bed. England flailed.
"Don't carry me like a baby!"
"Well then I'll carry you like a brat then." Scotland said playfully slinging him upside down carrying him by his ankles. He squealed with delight staring at the floor. "Wonder if the fairies can shrink another pair of clothes." Scotland hummed shaking him a little earning giggles. He swung him on top of his shoulders next. England clutched his head grinning.
"We didn't shrink the first one. Plus, we can't shrink things at the moment because Wales' spell sucked a lot of magic from us and you four just so it could work."
"I'll beat him. Guess we'll go shopping a little later. You can't wear pajama's all day we have places to go." Scotland said looking up at England.
"I like pajamas." England said swinging his leg banding his heel on his chest.
"You do that again I'll bit it off." Scotland teased earning giggles. England did it again. Scotland snarled nipping his toes little earning a squeal and laughter. Scotland chuckled pressing a kiss to his wiggling toes then set him down once in the kitchen. He pulled things out to make breakfast England latched onto his leg. Scotland stood at the stove England staring up at him with wide innocent eyes. Scotland let him have little taste testing bites here and there smiling softly at him. England was too cute for his own good. Well he always was but like this more so than usual. England saw Wales come in and glared.
"Um. What?" Wales asked confused.
"You did this." Scotland said glaring.
"I did not I…."
"You screwed up the spell." A fairy said bluntly.
"Oh." He said frowning. "Sorry."
"Sorry doesn't cut it you fucker!" England cried then squealed in pain when a harsh swat landed to his butt.
"Don't use words like that. You're too little."
"I'm am adult!"
"You're also a toddler now hush."
"You hush you big stupid bastard!" England wailed beating his side with a fist. He paused and whimpered pitifully at the look Scotland started giving him. He found himself in the corner butt stinging and burning.
"Did you really need to do that?" Wales asked hearing him cry in the corner in the other room.
"He's too little to pop in the mouth. I usually slap his jaws when he cusses at me for no reason and hits me. But he's little and a child for the most part."
"Ok explain this spell." Scotland explained it to him as he cooked then gave North a look when he walked in cooing cradling England close telling him that he wouldn't let big mean Scotland hurt him anymore. England just snuggled close sucking up all the attention he could get while sniffling face hidden in his chest. At breakfast England frowned not able to eat at the table in the chair. He couldn't reach his plate. He peered over then reached across grabbing Ireland's shirt and hauling himself into his lap. Ireland ruffled his hair and started feeding him and himself. England scowled swatting the hand that poked his side later.
"No!" he spat and kept swatting when the finger kept poking at his sides and belly. He let out a small giggle when it poked his ticklish belly again. Hands stole him and fingers tickled him. He squealed and laughed.
"Don't stay mad at me wee one you know you deserved it." Scotland said then blew a raspberry on his belly. England laughed harder. "Are you still mad?" he asked slowing his tickles. England shook his head quickly. "Are you sure?" he teased earning nods from his baby brother who didn't want to be tickled anymore. Scotland smiled and kissed his cheek. They went shopping for him an outfit later. He screeched at the one that was offered and screamed about how ugly it was and he wouldn't wear something like that. Wales patted Scotland's head as he sat in the corner having a moment of depression dark cloud over his head. "It would look so cute one him." He whimpered.
"There there Scottie. I know it would but England's never liked things like that."
"I can't believe he said he hated kilts."
"Well…..He called it a skirt but still."
"It's a kilt." He spat.
"Skirt." Wales said smirking then laughed groaning when he got elbowed in the stomach. The others came up later and said they got him an outfit smirking evilly about it England pouting. They went to the bathroom and led him into a stall to change alone. England pouted coming out. He was in jeans and a green shirt with a cute little bear on it with I'm adorable below the bear. Then he had green little sneakers on.
"How did you manage to get him to wear that?" Scotland asked looking at them.
"Easy." Ireland said shrugging. "All you got to do is threaten to spank him." He said smirking.
"You will not!" Scotland cried clutching England close.
"Calm down I said threaten. Though I probably would have done it if he didn't do it." He teased making England hide his face into Scotland's chest.
"I wouldn't let you." Scotland said scowling.
"Says the man that has already done it."
"He was being naughty! You're just being an arse to him!"
"I still got him to wear this and he wouldn't wear your skirt."
"Kilt!" Scotland spat.
"Whatever let's go eat." They went home later and started working on a reversal spell in the study while England was napping.
England woke to the window sliding open. France grinned at him and cooed holding chains. England screeched then France soon threw him in the trunk. England wailed in there scared. France looked at Romania who flashed over.
"Now flash us and the car to my house and your blackmail will never reach anyone."
"I can't believe I'm helping you." He mumbled then flashed them over to France's place. France gave him the papers then got England out of the trunk. He tied him to a chair when he tried to kill him.
"Naughty naughty England. Don't be mean." He said shaking a finger at him.
"I'll fucking kill you!" he screeched.
"I just wanted to spend time with you! You're cute and Scotland sent me a picture of you!" he screeched back.
"I hope you die!"
"That's mean!"
"You kidnapped me!" England wailed then started bawling France trying to calm him.
Scotland looked up when the fairies started projecting magic. He saw France trying to sooth a wailing tied up England. He twitched grin breaking out on his face. He started laughing walking out of the room with the others laughing with him crazily and picking up weapons to murder France. Prussia barged in and saw them.
"Ummm. Is this a bad time to come see you? I decided to stop by because Germany is going to France's house to handle some business so I figured I'd just stay here then he'll fly over here and stay a night with me. But if it's a bad time…."
"Germany is at France?!" North hissed grabbing his shoulders.
"Ja."
"Tell him to find England! He was turned small and he's a toddler and France kidnapped him!" Scotland roared. Prussia face palmed. Why did his friend keep kidnapping people? He should know better from the time he kidnapped Norway and Denmark nearly killed him.
"Ja ok I'll call him." He dialed his number. "Germany are you at his house yet?"
"Ja. Why?"
"England got turned into a kid. France kidnapped him. Bring him back. Bitte."
"Ja ok." Germany said shrugging as he was let in by a maid.
"Also bring France they want to beat him."
"Ok."
"Danke."
"Welcome."
"Bye."
"Bye bruder." Germany said hanging up then France went to him.
"I'll just get us some wine."
"Danke." When France went away Germany went on his searched. He opened the door to the room he heard crying from. "England? Don't worry I'll get you free." He said walking in. Then pain exploded in the back of his head. He hit the floor and started to get up. The metal crashed over his head again repeatedly until he passed out.
"I'm a terrible person!" France wailed tying him up bloody pan to the side.
"You're damn right you are!" England screeched eyes wide. France took a picture crying then sent it to Romania. Who called immediately.
"YOU ATTACKED GERMANY?!"
"I PANICKED! HE WAS GOING TO SET ENGLAND FREE!"
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT PRUSSIA IS GOING TO DO WITH YOU?! HURTING HIM IS WORSE THAN THE TIME YOU KIDNAPPED NORWAY AND DENMARK TRIED TO SLAUGHTER YOU!
"HE DID SLAUGHTER ME! I DIED! I WOKE IN THE HOSPITAL! HE WAS LOOMING OVER ME AND BEAT ME UNTIL I WAS DEAD AGAIN!"
"YOU SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THAT! NORWAY IS THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND YOU KIDNAPPED HIM! ANYWAYS THIS IS WORSE! YOU KNOW HOW PROTECTIVE PRUSSIA IS OVER HIS BROTHER! YOU ALSO HAVE TO DEAL WITH IRELAND! THAT'S HIS BOYFRIEND YOU JUST BEAT INTO UNCONCIOUSNESS. HE'S JUST AS PROTECTIVE AS PRUSSIA OVER HIM! THEN THERE IS THE FACT YOU ALSO KIDNAPPED ENGLAND! YOU THINK SCOTLAND IS GOING TO LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THAT SHIT?!"
"I'M GOING TO DIE FIFTY TIMES IN A ROW!" France wailed.
"In the most in humane ways possible." Romania said bluntly. France hung up and started crying harder.
Ireland carried down the bowl of popcorn smiling. They used magic to show what was happening and couldn't wait to see Germany slaughter France. By the time they got the magic to project what was going on they saw France crying tying an unconscious Germany up blood pooling around his head pan set aside covered in blood. Then heard his conversation with Romania. They looked at Prussia who started laughing pulling out a gun walking for the door then at Ireland who was twitching. They grabbed Prussia and all of them flashed over. France screamed running Prussia on his heels snarling. Ireland joined in. Scotland untied England who wailed into his chest heart racing almost having a panic attack. France should know not to kidnap toddler. It scared the hell out of them. After France died and came back a lot only to be killed again. Some reason he kept coming back every five minutes then they'd slaughter him of course keeping England outside and playing with Wales so he wouldn't be traumatized even more. After three hours they flashed back to their house and fussed over Germany worried. He woke eventually and blinked up at them.
"Bruder?"
"West! Are you ok? Does it still hurt?"
"It hurts a lot." He groaned cradling his head.
"I'm taking him to the doctor for pain medicine. Then going home. Resting at home might make him feel more relaxed."
"I'll flash you there and home." Ireland said then did so.
Scotland set up England's bath for him and got him undressed. He snorted amused seeing the bears on his underwear North and Ireland forced him to get. England peered at him with wide green eyes from the tub as he scrubbed his hair for him. Scotland leaned down and kissed his nose. After his bath was done England suddenly splashed soapy water into his face. Scotland sputtered and splashed him back. England was soon screeching and laughing having a splash fight with Scotland. Wales got them to stop after twenty minutes while laughing at the two. Scotland grinned after getting a shower seeing the fuss England was putting up because he didn't want to wear clothes. He went streaking down the halls dodging Ireland then squealed with laughter when North caught him. North grinned kissing his cheek then got him dressed. England went back to his adult mind by then for a minute and was a blushing mess at what he just did. After they turned on cartoons for him. The toddler side kicked back in and he watched with wide eyes entranced by the show. He fell asleep eventually in Scotland's lap who went off to bed after noticing he finally fell asleep. He figured they'd find a reversal spell in the morning.
"Wake up dumb idiot. I'm hungry." England demanded smacking Scotland's face the next morning. Scotland cracked an eye and saw he was back to normal. England stared at him a minute when he just kept staring silently at his little brother. His hand reached out slowly and smacked Scotland's face again. Scotland snatched him down and started tickling him. England struggled laughing. Scotland smirked amused. His little brother was bigger now. But sometimes he was just a child at heart. Scotland wouldn't trade that for the world. He loved how playful England was. He was a giant kid.
What if Wales accidentally turns one of them (I vote for England 'cause I'm biased) into a kid again (both physically and mentally) for an entire day and the others end up taking care of him and stuffBonus if he gets in trouble with another country). And done! Hopefully you like it! I'm biased too. I love England to death. I also love Germany if you can't tell. They're my babies! I also love protective, loving, sweet Scotland and Prussia to bits! I seriously see Prussia being crazy and protective over Germany not lazy and uncaring like people write him half the time. Also I love writing Scotland being all sweet and gentle with England because there is waayyyy to many fanfics of him abusing him. I can never see Scotland doing that. I mean he might can be a little rough on him sometimes but not abusive. Abusive fanfics with these two make me sad.
What about the brothers' relationship with England's other colonies? To answer this question pretty much neutral with most. Hong Kong they love to death. Obviously love Canada because I mean he's dating Wales and all. Australia they like to go drinking with sometimes because he's entertaining. Seychelles always has a spot in their hearts. Them and England are protective over her and will kill any pervert that is near her. (Usually France. France loves everyone way too much) Other's just neutral. Doesn't hate them but doesn't like them either.