Hey, everyone! Here is the second chapter. Well, I just hope you will enjoy this chapter.

"Montague, eat your vegetables!"

Montague ran as fast as his legs could carry. The young nation looked over his shoulder to France and stuck his tongue out at him.

France fumed and charged at Montague. He grabbed the child's arm and pulled roughly. He put up his best smile, trying to mask his annoyance at the young boy. "Now, Montague, you need to eat these vegetables or you won't grow up big and strong like your big brother"

"No! I don't want to be like France! France is big pervert! Mr. England told me so!" the child wailed at the top of his lungs. He kept punching and kicking the elder nation as hard and as far as he could which was only at France's thighs.

France sighed and looked thoughtfully at his younger brother. The little boy was already beginning to cry. France couldn't stand to see his precious little Montague cry but he couldn't let the boy go without his daily nutrition. A diet of only candy and cakes is never good for a growing child!

He picked up the hiccupping child, patting his back and cooing him. "I'm sorry, my little Montague. Don't cry now. Big brother France won't make you eat vegetables," he whispered softly into the boy's ear.

Montague looked up to France. A few tears still streaming down his chubby cheeks and his lower lip. "No more broccoli?"

France shook his head. He carried Montague until he reached Montague's bedroom. The walls were covered with wallpaper that had pictures of sails on them. France tucked Montague into bed with Montague's favorite teddy bear.

"France?" Montague called and grabbed France's index in his little hand. France looked over to the child with curiosity. "Tomorrow, can I go to Mr. England's house and visit America?"

France smiled at the puppy dog eyes that he was receiving. He nodded. Montague jumped out of his covers. He wrapped his little arms around France and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you! I promise I'll be a good boy for France and eat vegetables too!" the child cheered happily.

"You better be," France chuckled lightly and tucked the happy Montague back into bed. Montague yawned. His eyes felt heavy and his little body was tired from running so much in a day. He turned to his precious teddy bear and snuggled into its neck.

When morning came, Montague quickly kicked off his covers and ran to his big brother France's room. He knocked his little fists on the door as hard and as fast as he could. "France! France! Wake up! Time to go to Mr. England's house!"

"Oh, Montague!"

Montague quickly turned his head around. A young woman with long brown hair and blue eyes came running up to him. Her wise eyes behind her glasses looked down to him with disbelief. "What are you doing in front of big brother's room so early in the morning, Montague?" she asked with a hand on her hip.

"But Monaco, France said that he would take me to Mr. England's house to play with America," Montague mumbled.

Monaco sighed and held Montague's hand. "Alright, Montague, but first let's give you a bath, alright?" she asked and smiled warmly down at the little boy looking up to her.

He nodded. "Okay"

Monaco led Montague to the closet bathroom. She filled the bathtub full of water and soap. The porcelain tub was filled with sweet smelling bubbles that interested Montague. He walked up to the tub and started poking the bubbles.

Monaco giggled and almost squealed at Montague's surprised face when the bubbles popped. She turned off the water when the tub was full and at the right temperature. Her attention went to Montague. "Bath is ready, Monty" Monaco laughed lightly.

She didn't expect it when the child's eyes narrowed to her. "Don't call me that, Monaco," Montague growled.

"O-of course, Montague. How silly of me," Monaco shuttered. She admitted that even though Montague was just a child, he was just as scary as Russia. She was relieved when Montague lost the frightening look in his eyes. She undressed Montague and noticed something…missing from Montague.

Montague looked up to his big sister. He was confused at the shocked and puzzling look that was on his sister's face. "Monaco, what's wrong?" he asked.

Monaco cleared her throat. A tint of red went up on her face. "Uh…um…Montague, are you sure you're a boy?"

He pouted and looked up to her with accusing eyes. "France said I'm his little brother," he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't like the questions his sister was asking. How could she doubt their big brother's judgment?

"Well, Montague," Monaco began. She began explaining the part that Montague was missing and that was what identifies between a boy and a girl. Montague's eyes widen and he began to doubt that he was even a he in the first place.

"So they don't grow eventually?" Montague gasped.

Monaco shook her 'no' to the little girl.

Montague's eyes widen. The things her big sister explained were weird and she tried to understand it as much as possible from what France told her and what Monaco had told her. "Does that mean I don't have to eat any vegetables?"

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