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At the meeting~
All the nations have once again convened on world affairs and affairs of their own land. The nations always tell their bosses they will be a tad gone longer than the actual meetings deemed necessary because the extra days are for personal issues and disputes not directly involving their countries, pretty much they fight during the meetings way too much.
Normally, it is after the affairs of the nations stopped then the personal affairs started. Things always get out of hand at these meetings. It did start in the usual way this time, and it was much like the meeting where Germany had first come as a child. Only this time, it was France and Spain fighting on the table. Ludwig stares around at all the fighting and sleeping and as he watched he started to get annoyed.
"Weren't they all adults?" Ludwig says to himself.
He may not be an adult anymore, but he still has retained some lasting traits and being easily pissed off is one of those traits. It was when the room's volume reached to maximum levels, that he was so fed up that the little boy pulls himself out of Italy's lap where he has been sitting this whole time and pulls himself onto the conference table.
Germany walks calmly to the center of the table where France and Spain are and grabs the swords from their hands. He proceeds to beat them on the table like drum sticks and roars, "EVERYBODY SHUT UP!"
However, from the little boy it was not a roar. Not really. It was more like squeaked loudly, but it was still loud enough to get everyone's attention.
"Since we all can't act like the adults we are why don't we call it a night and pick it up in the morning?" Austria sighs.
Gilbert pipes up, "Yeah, it's time for West's nap."
At this the little boy spins around so fast he becomes a blur while whipping one of the swords at his brother's head. Gilbert smoothly dodges the weapon as it forever imbeds itself in the wall.
"I do not take naps," Germany fumes at his brother. "I have designated strategic rest times throughout the day to conserve energy."
Spain smiles at the little nation, "Whatever you say, Chico, whatever you say."
The rest of the countries agree to start the meeting again in the morning and go to their rooms all conveniently placed on the same floor of the building. Ludwig has been planning this so he tells Prussia that he is going to go wander the halls for a bit and promises to not get lost. Then, he stands in the hall just near England's room and waits to ambush the island nation. The boy does not have to wait long, as the bushy eyed man rounded the corner just a few minutes later. Germany takes his chance and pounces managing to land squarely on the older man's chest.
"Change me back! I'm tired of being like this! Do you want me to be conquered? I know Gilbert's here, but still," he demands.
The Englishman smiles at the little boy who is now pouting on his chest. He is so different from the Germany he had grown used to being around and he liked the German being this way. However, he could get into a lot of trouble in this body, especially once the little Germanic nation gets ahold of some beer. But still, he couldn't, Prussia has not learned his lesson yet.
"I won't change you back, lad. Your dear brother has yet to learn his lesson. Till then have fun," England says smirking as he lifts the boy off his chest and walks to his room. He watches through the crack in his door as the little boy goes back to his own room he shares with Prussia.
"THAT TEA BASTARD SAID WHAT?!" Prussia yells.
"Bruder, quiet down. He said till you learn your lesson I am stuck like this," the child says pouting.
"He is such a bastard. What lesson? I am not even an official nation anymore," Prussia growls.
"B-bruder, what if I am like this forever?" Ludwig asks starting to cry.
"Shush West. We will get him to turn you back to normal. Don't worry, would I ever let you down?" Prussia asks.
"Nein, Bruder," Ludwig says wiping his eyes.
"Now time for your 'designated strategic rest time'," Prussia says taking his brother's shoes off smirking.
"At least you got it right," the boy says drifting off to sleep.
The next morning at the meeting~
"Ve, can I hold Germany again today?" Italy asks as soon as the German siblings enter the room.
"Sure, Italy, go on Lutz," Prussia says nudging his brother to the Italian.
Germany goes with Italy and sits in his lap. He watches the meeting as Italy chats away in his ear. Then Prussia embarrasses the little nation.
"Hey, Lutz I brought some coloring books for you," Prussia says digging out the books and crayons.
"Bruder! I do not color in coloring books," the boy pouts.
The female nations aw at him as he takes the coloring books anyway. Italy smiles at his friend as they spend till lunchtime coloring. Prussia and Italy take Germany for lunch. However, Italy gives Germany a really sugary dessert. When they get back to the meeting Germany is squirming around hyper from the sugar. He manages to slip free of Italy's arms and he crawls under the table to hide from the nations giggling. His giggles are covered by all the noise in the conference room.
"Hey Italy where is West?" Prussia asks when he notices he can't see his little brother anymore.
"Ve, right here," Italy says not noticing that Germany is no longer on his lap.
All the nations get up to search for the little boy when they notice a small giggle from Russia's direction. The said nation however is not giggling.
"I found him, da," Russia says reaching under the table to reveal a giggling Germany.
"Put me down, please," Germany asks cutely.
"Da," Russia says smiling in a non-creepy way for once.
"Thank you Mr. Russia," Germany says starting to run around the room.
Prussia starts to chase him around the fighting nations as the meeting continues. Prussia almost catches him when suddenly Germany is on the ground in tears.
"WAHHHHHH!" Germany cries.
"Shush, West. What happened?" Prussia asks rocking the little German back and forth.
"Is little Allemande okay?" France asks.
"I think so," Prussia says as a small bruise forms on the little nation's head.
He ended up being hit by Hungary's frying pan which was being aimed at someone else. But she was knocked over so the little nation got hit with it as she fell. Hungary rushes over to the little boy apologizing.
"I am sorry Germany," Hungary says taking the little boy in her arms.
Germany still sniffling whines a little as he is taken from his brother's arms. He snuggles against Hungary still as he grips his head where the bruise is.
"You hit him!" Prussia yells at her.
"I didn't mean to idiot. It was an accident. See he forgives me. Don't you Germany?" Hungary ends sweetly.
"Ja," Ludwig mumbles from his perch.
Hungary kisses his forehead as she hands him back to his brother. She glares at him as she does it though. Germany just snuggles into his brother's arms as all the female nations aw. He is no longer crying at all.
The little nation after that hides on Italy's lap and refuses to look at his fellow nations. His face is tomato red as he colors quietly. Russia smiles happily at the scene. He is actually quite fond of children and is kind towards them. Germany surprises everyone at the meeting when it ends by going up to Russia with a colored drawing he made.
"Here, Mr. Russia. I made this for you," Germany says handing the nation the picture.
"Thank you, little one," Ivan says hugging the little boy.
England smirks noticing that the longer Germany is like that the more child-like he will become till he will behave just like a human six year old. Prussia is in for the lesson of a lifetime.
"Come on, Lutz. The meeting is over," Prussia says leading his brother away from Russia.
Once in their room Prussia asks, "Why did you make Russia a drawing?"
"I thought it make him happy. He was being nicer today," Germany responds.
"Shit! West is a little more child-like than he was five days ago," Prussia says to himself.
Over the next few weeks Prussia has his hands full of a now very child-like Germany. He has bugged England constantly since the meeting ended to change him back. So far the island nation smugly smirks saying he needs to learn his lesson if the spell is to be lifted. He did take a moment to explain the spell. It is a de-aging spell that if the person in mind does not learn their lesson than the spell will remain till they do. Once the lesson is learned than the one changed will go back to their previous age before the spell was cast.
"Damn, bastard," Prussia mutters as Germany is taking his nap.
"BRUDER!" said little boy yells scared.
"What is wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Prussia asks racing to his little brother's room.
"J-ja," Ludwig says starting to tear up.
Prussia comforts him and once the boy is tear-free he goes to cook dinner. Ludwig sits at the table by this point waiting patiently for his food. Which does not take Prussia long to cook. Soon the brothers are eating peacefully till Italy shows up.
"Ve, I came over to hang with Ludwig," Italy says running up to the child.
Ludwig is startled out of his thoughts by Italy's outburst. He goes wide eyed as he surveys the room.
"Italy let him finish his food first," Prussia says smirking at the child's reaction.
"Ve, okay," Italy says.
After dinner Italy colors with Germany in the living room. Prussia lets them for almost an hour before he notices it is time for West's bath. He sneaks behind the little nation smirking. He grabs up from the floor as the child screams at the sudden action.
"Sorry West. Didn't mean to scare you. Now come on. You need a bath then bed," Prussia says honestly regretting scaring the child.
"Ve, I'll give him his bath," Italy volunteers.
"Fine, I will go get some pjs for him. The tub is ready for his bath," Prussia says thinking about it for a moment. Suddenly thankful that he won't be the one soaked by the six year old tonight.
Italy takes Germany to the bathroom and tries to help him undress. The child just shies away from it and manages to take his own shirt off. He knocks himself on his but trying to get the pants. Italy laughs at the pout Ludwig gives and helps him finish undressing. Soon the six year old is in the tub splashing Italy. Italy joins in the splashing till Prussia comes in wondering what is taking so long. He tells Italy about his brother being at the front door.
Italy leaves and Prussia takes over making quick work of getting Ludwig clean. The little boy yawns as his brother dries him off and gets him dressed in some pjs. Soon Ludwig is in bed. Prussia joins the six year old just as tired as the boy.
Here is chapter three. The new plot is now here. Yes, I kind of made England the bad guy. He really wanted to teach Prussia a lesson. Now the question is how long will little Ludwig going to stay this way. Hope you liked it. And the next chapter will be little Ludwig getting lost. Russia is going to be making an appearance in the next chapter.
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