Hey there everyone~ So once again all your reviews were amazing ^_^ I guess the corset scene is just a classic, right ;) So then, these next requests link back to the last chappy, and there were too many names for me to actually fit them, but I wrote them all out here so it's all good! :P
And in response to Hannah: yup, it was deliberate ^w^ I think only one other reader mentioned it though, so either you two are just super observant or others noticed but just didn't comment (or didn't know) :P
Also: This chapter got long and has excessive fluff, so I apologise profusely! "u_u
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Chapter Forty Eight- shaymin28, Empress Vegah, Guest, TheFannishaUsui, Fever-Sama and Neko la's Requests
"I wish by some miracle that I could be a child again, to not have any memories of my stressful adult life and just have the carefree times I did as a child... please, if anyone is out there, grant my wish, if only for a day or two..."
Britannia Angel gazed down at the woman who had called out to him, begged for her wish to be heard. He could feel how stressed the poor woman was, could feel her need to just be granted some degree of release if only for a little while. This is why he was here after all: to help people and make miracles happen. He widened his wings a little bit so that the feathers splayed out beautifully and a soft smile came to his lips. He may not always be a fan of this job that he had acquired, but when he felt like he was making a difference, however small, he couldn't deny that it could be very satisfying at times.
He delicately held his wand with the little gold star on the end and took one last look and the worn out woman before uttering his famous, "Hoata~" In an instant the woman was gone and in her place was a little girl, eyes wide and full of wonder, before a huge smile broke out on her face. With a nod, England flew out of the window to let the little girl have her fun before the spell wore off, leaving behind a few fairies to mind her.
As he was gliding back to his home, Flying Mint Bunny joined him on his travels.
"You helped a lot of people today~" he hummed happily, nudging up to the angel.
"Well I could tell that she really needed her wish to be granted," he said softly before he tickled behind the magical bunny's ears, causing him to giggle sweetly. "And I suppose that a break from adult life, with no recollection of the stresses of being an adult, would be lovely."
Flying Mint Bunny nodded in agreement before they both landed gracefully once at England's house, and the Brit finally allowed his Angel Form to disappear, the wings dissolving away and his short white garment being replaced with his usual attire of black slacks and a white blouse. He was absolutely shattered, having been out granting wishes all night, and so as soon as he was through his front door he practically collapsed on his sofa, dreaming of being a child again and of magical bunnies and how it would be nice to be like that, if only he could grant wishes for himself...
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America walked up to England's front door, thoroughly intent on showing him that he was not just, 'A fat lazy git' because the joke was on the Brit: He was muscled and toned and he was going to make the most of the priceless reaction from the gentleman. Maybe he'd even get an apology before England would proceed to say how wrong he was about America and that, 'Of course I didn't mean that, you are an amazing hero; I apologise for ever doubting you'.
So... okay, maybe the latter part of that scenario would never happen, but at least he could show off how determined he could be when he actually had to, and then probably drag England to the cinema or something.
He knocked and waited for the door to open, but it didn't happen. He knocked again, wondering where England was, and after thoroughly abusing the innocent door he tried the handle and to his surprise it was actually open. Confused, America walked over the threshold and into the island nation's house.
"Hey Iggy, ya here dude? I've come to show off my sexy!"
Silence.
"Uhh... England?"
Still nothing. It was quiet... too quiet.
Oh my God! What if England was kidnapped by an evil villain and any moment now I'll find a note detailing that he only has 48 hours to live unless I do battle with loads of freaky big dudes with guns and be a hero and stuff? he wondered, beginning to worry slightly.
It was then that he heard a noise, although he didn't know where it came from or what the cause of it was. His heart rate picking up in speed, the hero grabbed an umbrella from nearby and held it like a weapon.
"I dunno who's here, but I'm not scared! Come on out and surrender and you won't face the heroic wrath of me and my umbrella-ella-ella!" he laughed a bit before he got his head back in the game. "Okay, not the time for that dude, focus!"
The noise sounded again, slightly louder, and when America stilled to listen it sounded like little hurried footsteps. Before he could react however, something flew past him, narrowly missing his cheek, and when he turned to look he found an arrow lodged in the door behind him.
"Holy crap!" he hollered, swinging the umbrella around. "Who the heck are you and what have you done with England?!" he demanded.
He was answered with two more arrows flying his way, which he managed to knock out of the way with his umbrella (he had never been more thankful for his baseball skills than at this very moment).
"Who are you? State your purpose!" a small voice rang out.
"Hey, who are yo-AAHH! Dude, stop it with the arrows!" he yelled, dodging another one.
"Answer my question!" the voice snapped.
"I'm America! Now tell me what you've done with England!"
The arrows stopped at least, before the voice spoke once more. "America? You're a liar! There's no such place as America! Now who are you really and how do you know my name?"
"What?" America asked, thoroughly confused. "How have you not heard of America? The country of Epic!"
Finally he noticed shuffling and a little child covered in a hooded green cloak showed itself. "Easily: Because there is no such place!" The child brought his bow and arrow up once again but America held his hands up.
"Okay, I'm not gonna hurt you, just calm down," he tried to reassure him, dropping his umbrella. After all, he couldn't hurt a kid. "Who are you?"
"Are you an idiot?" the kid asked. "You already know my name! I'm England!"
America's mouth fell open. "You... what?"
"Wow, you really are an idiot," the child said, lowering his weapon and moving the hood away, revealing dishevelled blonde hair, eyebrows that were so distinct and could only belong to one person, and big emerald eyes glaring at him. "So... America you say? I still haven't heard of you, but you're definitely a country..."
America was still stood in shock, looking at the child before him that claimed to be England and looked like him had he been five or six years old, except for the big floppy bunny ears the kid had.
"Well then America, I want you to tell me where I am. I woke up in this strange place and I don't recognise it."
"Uh, y-you... Geez England, is this your magic gone screwy again?" he asked, because that was the only explanation he could come up with.
"What are you talking about? Where am I dammit!"
"This is your house," America said, walking up to the bunny England and picking him up. So what? I'm gonna have to babysit him now? A hero can't just leave a little kid alone... England so owes me for this!
"Hey!" the child protested, trying to struggle out of the hold. "Put me down! Let me go! I don't even know you, county who claims to be America!" He carried on squirming around, but he was cut off when his stomach rumbled, which caused him to blush a bit, although he still carried on trying to escape half-heartedly.
"Ya hungry little dude?"
"N-No," he mumbled, just as his tummy rumbled again and America gave him a look that said, 'suuuure you aren't'. "Well I don't want food from you! You might poison it; I don't trust you! How do I know you don't work with The Roman Empire?"
America blinked for a moment before it finally made sense why England suddenly didn't recognise him. I guess if he's talking about The Roman Empire then he's totally forgotten everything. So he's completely a little kid-err... bunny-kid... thing... What's up with the ears?
"Stop staring at my ears!" little England pouted, trying to tuck them into the hood of his cloak. "I don't know where they came from and I don't know where I am! W-What if I can't get back?" he asked, his voice shaking a little bit before tears started to well up in the big pools of green.
"Oh hey! No, don't cry England!" America said, but he was floundering, having no idea what to do with a child, and so inevitably the Brit began crying.
"I'm in a scary place with strange things and now I'm stuck with an idiot!" he wailed.
"Hey!" America protested, but he was silenced when the child England buried his face against his chest and his stomach rumbled again.
"And I'm hungry!" he complained, sniffling.
"Okay, if I make you something to eat will you stop crying?" he asked, causing England to look up at him, wiping a few stray tears away with one of his bunny ears.
He nodded. "You can make food?" he asked in a small voice.
"Sure I can!" America said proudly, wondering if England had the necessary ingredients for burgers in. While he was busy pondering this he failed to notice that England had wriggled out of his hold slightly and was pulling up his t-shirt.
"Hm? What're ya doing little dude?" America asked, noticing the cool air against his chest.
"You said you make food right?" England asked.
"Yeah, but then why- GYAH!" America let out a very (un)manly scream as the little child's mouth closed over one of his nipples and began to suck. He was so shocked that when he yanked little England away he very nearly chucked him clear across the room, but managed to hang on to him at the last minute. "E-England! What the hell!" he exclaimed, completely shocked and bright red in the face and why is he looking at me like I'm the bad guy? He just- just-! I feel violated or something!
"You said you made food!" the little child accused, pouting once more.
"Y-Yeah! But not like that! Do I look like a woman to you?"
"Well you're acting like one," little England smirked before reverting back to pouting, "And if you didn't mean like that then you shouldn't have been unclear about it!"
"L-Let's just go to the kitchen and never speak of this again," America cringed, still shell-shocked as he made his way into the culinary room. England looked around in awe, wondering what all of these strange things were that he was seeing. He was placed on the counter top while the American went to check what was in the fridge. The second his back was turned, England began to potter about on top of the counter, going up to the metallic electric kettle and looking at himself through it.
"Wow," he said in wonder, touching it and marvelling at the strange feel before he lifted it up and carried it a bit before he tripped on a stray pencil. "Uwah!" he squealed, still holding onto the kettle and rolling around on the table before he clattered to the ground with an almighty crash.
"What the?" America asked, turning around and his eyes widened as he saw a collapsed bunny England laying over the electric kettle on the floor. "England! What happened?" he asked worriedly, picking up the child again and examining him for any bruises.
"That is one evil and formidable foe!" he accused, pointing at the kettle in cold-hearted vengeance. He pulled out his bow and arrow and was about to fire at the offensive kitchen appliance before America gently caught hold of his tiny wrists and shook his head.
"England, you can't go around shooting everything," he said seriously, which of course just caused bunny England to headbutt him and escape.
"You can't tell me what to do!" he said grandly, folding his arms in defiance.
Urgh, today's gonna be a long day, America thought as he let the child wrestle with the kettle as he went in search of things he could use to make a meal. He came across a bag of carrots and decided that they could probably placate the kid until he got something properly together, because he was half bunny or something.
"Here," he said to England, taking the kettle away and placing it back where it belonged before he handed him a peeled carrot. The bunny eyed it suspiciously, as if the carrot would be just like that nefarious kettle and suddenly attack him, but when the orange vegetable didn't make a move he decided to nibble a bit.
"Yum~" he said in surprise, nibbling a bit more. America smiled fondly as child England ate the carrot and carried on his quest to find food. He was doing rather well until England felt the need to voice his love for the carrot.
"Mmm, it tastes so good America!"
"Oh? That so?" he laughed softly.
"Mhm!" England agreed enthusiastically, "It's so big, I can't fit it all in my mouth!"
America tripped over thin air. "W-What?" he asked, whirling around to see little bunny England with his eyes closed, taking in as much of the carrot as he could and making little "mmm's" every now and then. What the hell is he doing? the hero thought in shock as the bunny took the carrot out of his mouth and licked it up and down. Crap, mind, OUT OF THE DAMN GUTTER! This is just like that damn Pocky thing! he thought, before an image of adult England sucking the carrot came to mind and his mind almost overheated there and then.
"Okay! Enough carrots, they're overrated anyway!" he said hastily, snatching it away from little England and throwing it in the bin.
"Hey! That was so mean, why did you do that?" the child demanded.
"Look England, just, err..." he looked around for something the bunny could do and had half a mind to let him do battle with the kettle again before a better idea came to mind. He picked England up (earning a barrage of protests) before he took him to the Brit's office where his computer was. He switched it on and waited for it to load, while the bunny watched with wide eyes as things started to flash up on the screen.
"Woah, that's so cool! America, America! Do you see this? It's magic!" he said happily, watching as the loading finally finished.
"Okay England, this thing is called a computer," he said.
"Com-pu-ter," England sounded the syllables slowly, trying to commit the new word to memory.
"Yeah, that's right!" he grinned. "This little thing can let you do all sorts of things. You can read stuff, or listen to music or watch videos-"
"What's a video?"
"Uhh... never mind, basically you can play on this while I make food, 'kay?"
After a quick tutorial on how to use a keyboard, America opened up the Internet and made his way back to the kitchen, making sure to remove any potentially dangerous objects in the office. All right! I'm awesome at this looking after kids stuff! I should tell that to England so we can get another kid on our MMO.
After locating enough ingredients that he could actually use to make burgers, America rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and set to work, doing his best to locate all of the various utensils (which went quite smoothly seeing as he had actually baked a cake with England before). Man was that messy! he laughed to himself as he pulled out a glass bowl and fetched the mince meat from the fridge. He washed his hands and set about his work in a leisurely fashion until an unsure sounding voice cut into his work after about ten minutes.
"Uhm... America?" came England's voice from by the door.
"Oh hey England, what's up? Did you get confused on how to work the computer?" he asked.
"Uh no... I just wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
"Well," he looked up at the American, face full of naivety, which caused America to smile. England was a pretty cute kid, who knew? he thought, before England actually opened his mouth.
"What is hard-core anal sex and do I like it?" he asked in such an innocent voice that the words completely didn't match, and America was once again caught off guard, accidentally knocking the glass bowl so that it smashed. However, that was the least of his worries.
"WHAT?" he yelled.
England shrunk back, wondering if he'd said something bad and tears forming in his eyes again. "I-I was wondering if I like hard-core ana-"
"No, not that! Where the heck did you here that?!"
"The magical computer thing opened up something that asked me if I was interested in it, and if I wanted to meet horny men in my area... do people here have horns? If so that's really weird... unless they are unicorns! Oh! America, is hard-core anal sex a kind of unicorn?" he asked excitedly.
This kid is gonna be the death of me! America thought as he took a deep breath. "England, that is something that you really do not need to know about," he said. I can't believe computers let me down! Is this the world we live in? I'll have to enable the filter or something; a little kid has no business knowing about that kinda stuff!
"Hey! Don't be like that, I want to know what it is!"
"No England, you're too young."
"But why? Don't treat me like a little kid just because I look like this! I'll be a really big country one day, and the more things I know the better! So please tell me what it is," he begged.
"No." How the hell did England get around these kinds of questions? America wondered, trying to think back, and also remember what all those parent shows like Super Nanny said.
"I bet you just don't want me to know the truth about it being a unicorn," he mumbled, before he stood up as tall as he could and pointed straight at the American. "Well I have news for you America! I have discovered the truth and I love hard-core anal sex, so there!" he yelled.
The hero face-palmed, wondering what adult England would think about his child self parading around the room professing his love for the aforementioned act. Somehow his thoughts turned to adult England saying that, whispering the naughty words in his ear and once again America had to grab the child and put a hand over his mouth to silence him.
"Hm? Amrca yr al rd!" (America you're all red) the child said from behind the hand covering his mouth.
"England," America said breathlessly, "You shouldn't say things like that, got it?"
He could tell that England was about to say it again, just to be contrary, but luckily the hero was hit by an ingenious idea.
"Airplane!" he yelled suddenly, whooshing the child England up over his head before spinning him around.
The bunny gasped before he started laughing, holding onto America's arms as he was spun around. "What's an airplane?" he asked through his giggles.
America paused for a moment, wondering how best to describe them to an England who wouldn't be able to comprehend that kind of technology. "They are these really cool things that can fly," he said eventually, grinning as he brought little England closer and lightly poked his nose, causing him to giggle again.
"You mean like a dragon?" he asked, looking so hopeful that America didn't have the heart to say no.
"Yeah, just like dragons," he agreed.
"Wow, that's really amazing~" he hummed before he shimmied up onto America's shoulders and pointed forward. "America dragon, go!" he commanded. America blinked before he laughed; making sure England was balanced before he began to jog around the kitchen.
"Faster!" England ordered, laughing as America started to roar and pretend to breathe fire. "America dragon, get the evil thingy from earlier!" he called, pointing to the kettle. America took a swipe at the appliance and it fell to the ground. "Yay, good dragon!" England praised, ruffling the American's hair. Not sure how to react to that if he was a dragon, America opted for purring which made the bunny giggle. "Dragons don't purr," he said.
"Well I dunno what they do," America said, sticking his tongue out playfully before picking up the pace and sprinting out of the kitchen. England held on tightly as his new dragon ran everywhere before he opened the back door and they were out into the garden.
As the child directed America on where to go, the two of them failed to notice that they were being watched.
"See? I told ya that he wasn't preggers anymore!" Prussia said, a victorious grin on his face. Ever since he had found out that America was knocked up, he decided that he would check in on him every week. When he had seen that America had a flat belly once more and was heading out, he assumed that he must be going to visit England, thus he dragged his partner in crime along so that the two of them could save the poor child. Canada watched wide eyed as his brother ran around the garden with what he presumed was his and England's child on his shoulders.
"He seems to actually be good with kids," he said in disbelief.
"Ja, and lucky him, guess if nations get pregnant they give birth within a week or something. But how the hell did he birth it?"
"I'd rather not think about that," Canada said primly, shuddering a bit. "Where do you think England is?"
"Not sure, maybe making some poisonous food for his kid and America."
"Are those bunny ears?" the soft-spoken country asked in confusion.
"It looks like it... What, did they have a threesome with a rabbit or something? I want answers!" And before the other could stop him, Prussia awesomely made his entrance by invading England's garden. "Hey, America!" he called.
America stopped being a dragon and looked over, which made little England whine because they were just about to face the evil Gnome Overlord. "Oh hey dude!" America called back once he had seen the albino. "What're ya doing here?"
"Just thought we'd drop by to see the Kind," he explained, directing his attention to Canada. The American did a double take; he hadn't even seen his brother standing there! Weird...
"So you knew about this?" the hero asked, indicating to the child on his shoulders who had suddenly tensed up and was glaring at Prussia.
"Ja, but what I really want to know is," he indicated to the American's now toned tummy, "How did ya, you know, manage it?"
America blinked for a second before going a little red. I thought England was the only one who saw me when I was slightly chubby- not fat!- chubby... Figuring Prussia wanted to know how he lost the weight he just shrugged casually. "The usual way dude, just hours of hard labour."
"Aber, didn't it hurt?"
"Yeah, it hurt like a bitch!" the hero laughed before remembering there was a child on his shoulders so he quickly told England that he should never use that turn of phrase. Oh yeah, rockin' the responsibility! "But I told myself that if I just kept pushing then it would all be over soon and I'd be back to normal!"
Prussia had suddenly paled at the thought of the superpower pushing out the little kid now on his shoulders while having contractions. But America, being America, failed to notice this and shifted his attention back to England who seemed to be making a small growling noise, directed at the albino.
This was when the Prussian actually bothered to focus on the kid, and his eyes widened. "Ya know, he looks exactly like-"
"Teutonic Knight!" the bunny suddenly yelled, grabbing his little weapons once more.
"What? Hey wait, don't-!" But America's words went unheeded as England opened fire on the country of awesome.
"Teutonic Knight?" Prussia questioned. He hadn't been called that in centuries! Just what sort of un-awesome, fucked-up stuff are they teaching their kid? Prussia wondered as he was forced to retreat due to the unrelenting barrage of arrows.
When Prussia finally made it back to a worried looking Canada he gasped out, "We've gotta save that kid before they turn him into even more of a psycho!" And the other couldn't agree more, and he still felt slightly dizzy at the thought of his brother in intensive labour.
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"Now remember, we need to find the red vase. Can you say, 'Vase'?" Dora asked from the 'magical box of moving pictures' as the bunny had termed it. America figured putting on some kid's channel would keep the child occupied, and Dora The Explorer just so happened to be gracing the screen at the moment.
"What sort of idiot can't say vase?" the sceptical bunny asked from his seat right in front of the T.V.
"Well done!" Dora praised after a moment.
"But I didn't even say vase!" England exclaimed.
"Now all we need to do is spot the red vase, can you spot the red vase?" she asked the child, who deadpanned.
"It's right next to you!" he pointed at the screen and scowled when Dora just stood there like an idiot. "America," little England said, turning around to look at said country who was watching on in amusement from the sofa, "Is she retarded?" he asked seriously, his bunny ears flopping from side to side as he shook his head at the stupid girl on the screen who still hadn't located the red vase.
America's first reaction was to laugh before he bit his lip. "England, where did you hear a word like retard?" he asked.
"Hm? Oh, my big brother Scotland calls me a retard all the time," he pouted.
America's mouth fell open. "You can't say that to a kid!" he exclaimed.
"I'm not a kid, I'm several years old! I just don't look it," the bunny said primly. "Besides, I call him a grotty git and shoot him in the head... and then he chases me around with a knife... Usually Wales steps in at that point but..." England sighed at looked at America in earnest. "We're a dysfunctional family."
"Hooray, you found the red vase! Bueno!" Dora chimed happily, and all of a sudden England's floppy ears perked up.
"Oh, she's not a retard America! She's just Spanish," he said, as if that explained it all. "I always thought Spain was dim-witted, but I didn't think his people were the same..."
America carried on watching little England yelling at Dora before the bunny's tummy rumbled. He paused in his insults and turned around shyly, grabbing one of his ears and holding it like a comfort blanket. "America..."
On cue, the hero's tummy also made a noise and he laughed. "Yeah, me too little dude. Hmm... how about we order pizza in?" He sighed when he was met with a blank look and concluded that little England wouldn't grow up into a well-rounded individual if he hadn't tried pizza.
He phoned and placed the order and gave the address (England getting spooked and trying to attack the phone when he convinced himself the voice of Satan was on the other end), and half an hour later, when evening was falling, America and little England were curled up on the sofa watching Cinderella.
Disney, you are a genius! America thought as he glanced down at England who was smiling at all of the talking mice that helped Cinderella out and remarked how they were similar to his fairy friends. Every time one of the ugly sisters came onto the screen the bunny would hop up and down madly and tell them to 'get off the bloody magic box!', but unfortunately America had been 'a big meanie' and confiscated his arrows so he couldn't use violence against the animations.
The two sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the story unfold, England's eyes widening and sparkling as the Fairy Godmother began singing 'Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo' and transforming everything.
"Woah, look America! Do you see? She made a pumpkin into a pretty carriage!" he said in wonder, tugging on America's jacket to make sure he was seeing the magic.
"She sure did," America smiled softly and ruffled England's hair.
When it got to the ballroom scene, and Cinderella finally got her chance to dance with the dashing prince, England was off. He hopped off of the sofa and scampered over in front of the telly to watch the two of them waltz around the room gracefully, commanding the attention of everyone else but they themselves were blissfully unaware, because they were so focused on one another that nobody else mattered.
"America," England murmured. "Can you... use the magic wand to stop them for a moment?" he asked.
The hero grabbed the remote and paused the DVD, looking at the bunny to ascertain if anything was wrong. "What's up little dude? You okay?"
A little blush suddenly flared up on little chubby cheeks, and England grabbed one of his ears once again and hid his face in it. "Can I ask you something?" he mumbled into the fluffy appendage. The American began to worry, because England hadn't acted so subdued before.
"Course you can, what's wrong?" he asked, coming over to kneel next to the bunny so that, if the child looked up, they would be eye-level.
Big emerald eyes peeked into sky blues and he practically whispered, "Will that ever be me?"
"Huh?" the hero blinked. "Sorry England, what do you-"
"Cinderella and the Prince..." his gaze flickered over to the still image of the couple looking at each other lovingly. "They really love each other?" he questioned.
"Yup, course they do!" America grinned, "It's true love and stuff!"
You can imagine his surprise when all of a sudden the forest green pools welled up and tears started to trickle delicately down pale cheeks.
"E-England! What's wrong? Are you hurt?" America asked frantically.
"N-No," the bunny sniffled, burying back into one of his ears and bringing the other one around, forming some sort of defensive barrier. "I was just... do you think I have a true love?" he asked, looking up at the American with such hopefulness in his eyes, as if he knew everything. The child probably thought he did, after all America had been the one to tell him about all of the new things around him.
When America didn't reply (he was still trying to comprehend the question), England sobbed. "I knew it," he cried, trying to wipe his tears away with one of his ears. "F-France always makes fun of my looks and says I need to be more like him, but I don't want to be like a frog! A-And then my brothers say mean things, and then I'm alone for ages, and-" the child was getting so worked up at this point that America intervened, gently lifting the little bundle up and hugging him.
"Hey England, don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about," he said softly. "Everyone has a true love, so don't worry about it."
"B-But what if I never meet them?" he fretted. "I-I want to do stuff like that to!" he pointed over to the screen, at Cinderella and the Prince. "When I grow up, I want someone to like me like that, and then I would do the same, and then everything would be just like in the magical box and all my fairy tales. But I've been around for a while and I don't have a special someone." He sniffed, and America finally saw beneath all of the bravado that the bunny had been putting on. Under it all, he was just an insecure kid, used to being alone and isolated, and just dreaming that he was in a fairy tale. He wondered if this was how adult England felt, and his heart twisted painfully.
Reaching forward, the golden haired nation brushed some stray hair away from England's eyes and looked at him seriously. "Don't cry England, sometimes you just have to wait a while, and even then you may not realise your feelings. But don't worry, of course you have a special someone, because you are an amazing person, and who cares what Francy Pants says? Rebel hair, large eyebrows and a badass attitude are way cooler than his girly self, right?" He grinned and little England managed a watery smile, burying his face in America's chest.
Once the bunny had calmed down, England suddenly looked up with those big eyes and asked a question that caught him off guard. "Do you have a special someone, America?"
The hero blinked before scratching the back of his neck. "Ah, not really," he said.
"What does that mean?" the bunny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"When you get older, things get kinda complicated," America chuckled, ruffling the messy blonde mop, but he stopped when England said:
"They like you back, you know."
He faltered. "W-What?"
Seemingly back to normal, the child rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid America, you're just like a prince from the fairy tales! Whoever your special someone is, if they don't like you, they are the biggest idiot ever!" And just to emphasise his point, the bunny stretched his arms as far as they would go. "So they must like you! Even I am a bit fond of you, and that's a big compliment because I don't like anyone!" he nodded firmly, beaming brightly and America chuckled.
"So according to you, they are in idiot if they don't like me, huh?"
"Mhm!" he nodded. "Don't worry America, I can always shoot them if they disagree!"
"Err, let's just stick to peaceful methods, 'kay little dude? Besides like I said, it's complicated. But thanks."
"No problem! Now... can you make them move again?" he asked, brightening up at the prospect of finishing the story.
"Sure thing." America scooped the bunny up and when they started watching again, England snuggled up to America's arm and slowly began to drift off, just managing to catch the ending before his eyes finally dropped completely closed.
"Haha, bed time, little guy," America said, picking him up again.
This wasn't so bad, America thought as he walked up the stairs.
"Mmhh... America, before I go to sleep, can you tell me a story about hard-core anal sex unicorn?"
I take it back! England, change back already!
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When England woke up in the morning, in his bed, the first thing he noticed was that for some unknown reason, he had the urge to watch Disney Movies and had a sudden deep-rooted hatred of Dora The Explorer. He rubbed his eyes free of sleep, and the second thing he noticed was the bed. Didn't I fall asleep on the sofa? he wondered, gingerly taking off the covers and looking down at himself.
He was nude.
"Bloody hell! What on earth is going on?" he asked the empty room, before he spotted something green hiding under the blanket. Inspecting it, he found a little green cloak and a white dress-type garment. They looked just like the things he wore when he was younger, only they were ripped for some reason, as if someone had been wearing them before outgrowing them at a rapid rate.
Strange...
The next thing that came to his attention was the God-awful smell of coffee coming from his kitchen. After dressing himself, he quickly made his way downstairs to investigate, and he was surprised to see America pouring himself some coffee and making breakfast for two.
Did I hit my head on something? Am I drunk? Have I died? All scenarios seemed likely. America just so happened to glance up then, and did a double-take when he saw England standing there.
"E-England! You're back!"
"Back? Back from where?" the Brit wondered aloud. He hadn't been anywhere as far as he could remember... "America? What the bloody hell are you doing in my house? You can't just walk in and make yourself at home, have some sodding manners!" he lectured.
"Dude! You really are back!" he exclaimed with glee, rushing over and crushing the Brit in a hug- He's not overweight anymore... what the hell have I missed?- before pulling back with wide eyes.
"You are you, right?"
"Of course I am! Who else would I be?"
All of a sudden the hero had grabbed his shoulders and was shaking him. "Okay, if you are really you, then what is hard-core anal sex?"
"AMERICA! WHAT THE FUCK HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?" he yelled. "Why would you want to know what that is?" he asked, bright red in the face.
"Just answer my question! Is it a unicorn?"
England looked at the other as though he had just announced Ronald McDonald was now the President of the USA. "Did you seriously just ask me if... was a unicorn?"
America just looked at him determinedly. "No, it's not a damn unicorn you stupid git! And why are you even here?"
"Wait... you don't remember anything?"
"Remember what?"
"I totally babysat you all yesterday!"
And now England looked as though America had claimed that KFC's Colonel Sanders was the Vice President. "Have you been smoking your stuff from the 60's or something?"
"No, it's totally true! You were, like, a little kid bunny thing who didn't remember anything about the you now, and I looked after you!"
England stopped then. That... sounded awfully familiar to that wish he had granted, and hadn't he wanted that? What if... well, it wouldn't be the first time his magic decided to act of its own accord. And then odd snippets of memories flickered behind his eyes, nothing in detail, but he could recall being little, and something about his kettle being possessed...
"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, completely shocked.
"See?"
"How am I still alive?" the Brit asked, exacting a thorough search to check for any injuries.
"Hey! I'm good with kids! You're still alive, right?"
"I suppose..."
"Haha! And just because of that, I got us a new kid in our MMO, since I've proved myself and all."
"But-"
"No buts! I made breakfast 'cause I'm an awesome hero, so sit down and eat already!" England found himself directed to one of the chairs at his table before America happily plopped down opposite, talking animatedly about what allegedly happened yesterday and how he had attacked everything with his bow and arrows, which just caused the Brit to sink into his seat in embarrassment.
That was, of course, before he got up and retrieved a bag of carrots, because he had a craving for them for some reason. As soon as he did that America shut up and his eyes widened before he snatched the bag away and literally chucked them through the window, but England hadn't the faintest idea why.
Meanwhile, Canada and Prussia had finally completed their plan on saving the poor, unfortunate offspring of America and England. Unfortunately, when they had approached America a few days later and asked where the kid was, America assumed they were talking about his MMO kid, which, and don't tell England this, but he had... kinda accidentally sacrificed it. The guy was just so convincing! And he got EXP! EXP! Upon hearing that the kid had been sacrificed and was now dead, Canada fainted and Prussia cursed out some stuff in German before dragging the unconscious Canadian away (and somehow Russia found out, which caused him to actually try a sacrifice for real, which resulted in him being locked up in an American jail for a week before Belarus practically blew the place up and rescued her beloved brother... he would have preferred to stay behind bars).
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shaymin28, Empress Vegah, Guest and TheFannishaUsui wanted Bunny!England :)
Fever-Sama wanted something to do with a carrot :P
Neko la wanted America babysitting and Iggy realising that he wasn't completely crap at it XD
Well, once again, I apologise for the length of this thing, but Bunny!England was surprisingly fun to write so I hope you can forgive the length! Review? :3 You know I love hearing from you all; it means so much! ^_^
Until next time my lovelies~
xx-animeXalchemist-xx
