France and England continued to stare at each other for what seemed like hours, a slight irritated scowl decorating the Briton's features, while the Frenchman simply gaped. From behind France, Prussia and Spain leaned to the side to look past the stunned Frenchman to glance at the small Brit.

All were broken out of their trance when Spain squealed. "Ah! He's so cute!" Quickly, the Spaniard had Arthur in his arms, hugging the confused teen tightly, ignoring the struggles and protests from the smaller. "I can look past the fact that you destroyed mi Armada when you're like this, Inglaterra!" he said, smiling widely.

"L-let me go!" England cried out, eyes wide with confusion and slight fear, not really knowing what was going on and why Antonio was hugging him. Suddenly, America came hopping through a door on one leg, holding the other to his chest in his arms, face contorted in slight pain and anger.

"That damn brat stomped on my foot!" he yelled out, only barely noticing the small nation he was referring to flinch from the tone of voice. The Brit was slightly paler now, taking note of a threat, it seemed.

"Now, now, Amérique. I'm sure you just scared mon petit lapin. If I am right, and he has gone back that far, he will not know who you are." France glanced at the Spaniard who was continuing to hug England. "Antonio, could you please search L'Angleterre's house and see if he did any magic to bring about this mess?"

Antonio looked up at Francis and nodded, releasing Arthur from his hold. The lithe teen dashed to hide behind France from a furious looking America, peeking out from behind the Frenchman, looking somewhat concerned. Francis laughed obnoxiously and bent down slightly to look at Arthur. "Well, well, mon cher. Are you scared of Amérique?"

England scowled at France and kicked his shin, dashing out of the room to leave the Frenchman crying out "Mon Dieu!"

By the time Prussia had stopped laughing and France had stopped holding his shin in pain, England had fled out the front door into the rather large garden that was perfect for a child or teen to hide.

"Bastard!" France snarled, tackling Prussia while he wiped tears from his eyes.

Prussia simply side-stepped the attack, and Francis toppled to the ground in a heap. "Ah… That was rich."

Antonio walked into the room, wondering what all the laughter and yelling was about. "¿Qué? What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing, Antonio. Did you find anything?" Francis asked, dusting himself off and straightening his clothes as he stood up. He looked at the Spaniard quizzically.

But Spain shook his head. "No. There was nothing. I even checked Inglaterra's basement. There were no books out. Everything was clean."

Francis let out an exasperated sigh. How did England turn into a child then? This was puzzling.

"Hey, where is Artie?" America's voice broke them out of their thoughts, and the three older nations looked around for the English one.

"Scheiße! He's gone!" Gilbert exclaimed. "He ran out while we weren't paying attention!"

Francis froze. "This is not good. Do you have any idea what kind of chaos a teenager who has no knowledge of the real world, is dressed in an outdated outfit, and has a bow and arrow could cause in the city if he got there?"

Everyone else in the room paled.

"Well, shit." With these words from America's mouth, all four ran out of Arthur's house and into the garden to block the exits and search for the small Brit.


I have no excuse as to why this came out so late. It's also short too... Sorry. But this story is just not top priority for me. I'm writing a novel, and there are other fanfiction ideas I'd like to write. I have a poll up in my profile right now, in fact, for the next plots I'll be writing. You can vote for the next one in there. In fact, please do.

Anyway, thank you for waiting so long. I'm very sorry I didn't get this out sooner.

Please review~! If you have any ideas for this story, tell me! Because I'm forgetting what I was going to do with it. /shot

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story.