FFFT. I totes just uploaded this without adding the extra stuff! OOPS! Fixing now! Anywhos, we're back! And Phantom Love is next! Yay! Oh and there are only two chapters left. WHAT? I know I'm shocked too. This has gone by too fast! So this is a birthday (early) present for Gil as well as almost a whole year since we started! WOW! Anywhos, there's still the 200th reviewer prize if we get to that by the end. Now enjoy!

Chapter Nineteen: English Gift

You know that feeling when your head, your entire body feel heavy from lack of sleep? Like it's tied down by piles upon piles of rocks? That feeling would properly explain what Germany's brain was receiving in the way of signals sent by his nerve endings. It was a busy time of year for him, working more than usual. When this happened his brother either spent more time with his friends or more time messing up the house, either way only adding to the German's responsibilities. One such example can be found in what had transpired the night before. Once his work had been finished at a fairly late hour the blond male had retired to the living room to do some reading as he waited for Prussia to return home from an outing. He had tried to stay awake for him, he really had. But at a point he simply dozed there on the couch with the opened volume still in hand. And as the paralyzing chemicals the brain secretes when the body sleeps to keep it from moving around and this causing harm to itself wore off the novel twitched in his fingers. Ugh, had he honestly fallen asleep waiting for Prussia? How stupid of him. Now where was Pru-? What was curled up beside him? One hand rose to rub his temple just as an eye opened to identify the nature of the warmth.

A tiny form was curled into his chest, clothes too big for his body. Unmistakable silver hair stuck out from every angle of the child's head. His skin was deathly pale, more so than the albino normally in Germany's home, as if he wasn't fed well. Any hope that the kid in his house wasn't some form of his idiotic brother died when a small peep sounded from the crook in his curled body. Out came Fritz, peeping again and landing on Germany's shoulder.

Prussia was a child?

For a few minutes that's all that ran through Germany's head. He blinked down at the boy. He turned his head and blinked at the bird. Fritz didn't leave Prussia willingly. And this kid certainly looked like a younger version of the albino. But how-?

"Bruder?" Finally came out in a croak .

"Fuck West," the high voice whined, punching the man feebly in the stomach. "I drank so much last night. And Iggs got so mad. I don't know what he did, but shit it was hard getting home. I am so wasted."

"In more ways than one…"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Prussia sat up wincing to keep the light away from his hung over vision. In the action, his leather jacket slid off his shoulders and his shirt slid off to the side. His face was round and his cheeks filled by baby fat, making them squint his eyes more as he smiled. "You fell asleep on the couch waiting for me!" He squeaked, pulling Germany into a kiss.

This may very well have been the first and only time Germany felt he was in a situation better fitting Spain. And that was in no way a good thing. On instinct he took Prussia by his small – bare! – shoulders and pushed him back. "Take a moment to assess your situation," he ordered, unable to keep along the train of a real conversation at this point with his mind scrambling as it was.

"What the fuck is-" Realizing he was about to just repeat himself, Prussia rolled his eyes and slid of the couch. Red eyes grew wide as his pants slid off his hips, belts, boxers, and all. Wait. Why was his awesome five meters so fucking small? And... when did the couch get so big? Holy shit did he become a midget? "WEST! I've shrunk!"

That loud, now especially high voice jarred him into action. "I see England has picked up his favorite pastime again lately," he said and moved to pull his brothers underwear back up. They would not stay… But they most definitely did not have any child's clothes around… Gott, it was depressing how blasé he was about things like this these days. So England turned back his brother's biological clock. That wasn't especially out of the ordinary.

"Oh shit!" Not caring he left his boxers behind, Prussia dashed to their bathroom and climbed atop the counter to look at himself in the mirror. He... Looked just like how he did as a kid! "This is awesome!"

Okay sure, his dick was ridiculously tiny. He grabbed it and frowned. How in the world did he ever think this thing was huge? Prussia looked up at his reflection again and smiled. Wow! Spain would so rape him right now! He looked so cute! "West! I'm adorable!"

"So I'm not the only one taking this surprisingly well," Germany murmured from his place on the sofa with a shake of his head. The dogs, on the other hand, were utterly confused. At least Aster was. The moment she'd heard a strange voice she dashed into the bathroom to bark, then sniff the changed Prussia. It smelled like someone familiar, but he looked different… To get a better whiff, the golden retriever stuffed her nose on the child's butt, making him squeak in surprise and jump away. "Fuck Aster! That's cold!"

As Aster hung her head in apology, Prussia lit up with an idea. It was so awesome... With a crazed grin he leaped off the sink and dashed into Germany's lap. He looked up with shining eyes as he yelled, "West! I'll be ridiculously tight!"

Refraining from speaking about it in public did not translate to Germany being retarded in the way of understanding sex, as should be known. He understand what his brother meant immediately, thus his flush and deeply set brows in pushing Prussia off of him. "Nein."

"Was?" The albino was immediately back in Germany's lap with a pout, even more pronounced than normal on his childish face. "Why not? It'd be a stretch, but-" he groaned and licked his lips before continuing. "It will feel so awesome for both of us."

"I am not turning to pedophilia, Bruder. Ich sagte nein." Even in this state when he made such noises and suggestions Prussia could elicit a reaction from him. With a lot of willpower and images of things not his brother's naked form Germany again shifted the boy aside to stand. "And I mean it. Right now we need to procure you some clothes. Then we can call England to see about returning you to normal."

"West!" Prussia yelled, tugging on his giant hand feebly. "It's not pedophilia! I'm still me! Come on! I bet I'm super sensitive too!"

Now his body finally fit his personality. Hearing him whine just like normal in the body of his child self was just perfect. Germany couldn't help a small chuckle before he brushed it off. "What do you remember about last night?"

Seeing the battle was lost (for now), Prussia sighed and leaned back in the cushions. "Fuck if I know. We were drinking, Francis brought Iggs along for some reason and then we must have said something that pissed I'm off."

The foul mouth on a child made Germany cringe. "He should be able to reverse it. I do recall Japan saying it can take some time, though..." How long would he be stuck like this? Germany signed and brought his hand to his temple. A definite headache coming on.

"Oh it'll take time?"

Never had Germany ever regretted his words as he did now. Prussia smiled lustily up at him and trailed a finger up his body to circle a nipple, proving his hypothesis he was sensitive with a long shudder. Fighting against shock, Prussia did he best to keep his tone sexual as he said, "Then why not enjoy ourselves?"

Scheiße. Eyelids were slammed shut to block out that image. Why couldn't his love freak out like any sane person when he woke up to find himself young again? Oh, right, because he wasn't sane.

"Nein." Germany said definitely, refusing to look at him again as he turned and left the room in search of something he could stitch up to fit him.

"Fuck you West!" Prussia glared down the hall and crossed his arms in a pout. This sucked! "Antonio would fuck me!"

"And then you both would be attacked by Romano. You know Spain isn't willing, especially now."

"Well then. Francis would!"

'And then I would kill him.' Where was he supposed to find anything that would fit him at that size? The best Germany could come up with was one of Gilbert's tighter shirts and shorts with a drawstring. These articles found themselves tossed at the pouting child with a look that ordered his dressing.

Prussia stared at the clothing and sighed. "I'm going to look ridiculous!" He jumped off the couch and ran to his closet. There was something perfect in here...

"You have something better?" Germany would have followed, but he was quite scared of seeing what his brother had hidden away.

"Kesese! Check it out!" Prussia returned with an oversized t-shirt with a black belt around his waist, turning it into a makeshift tunic. "Just like the old days!"

... And for once it wasn't something sexual. "It will do."

"I want my old tunic now!" Prussia exclaimed cheerily. Maybe England could magic up one for him...

"I'm sure Hungary would be happy to make one."

"I don't want anything from that tranny!" Despite yelling such, Prussia was already pulling out his phone to email his friend.

Naturally. Germany rolled his eyes and left Prussia to his typing in which time he himself could find England's number and question him on this entire happening.

A thoroughly strange sounding England agreed to meet with Germany and his chibi-fied brother on the condition that they do so at France's home. To 'keep him out of trouble' the small blond was apparently staying at his rivals and had already arranged a meeting with Romano and Spain. It also just so happened that the two couples arrived at the Frenchman's home at the same time.

"GilGil!" A small Spain cried, leaving his Italian's side to run and hug his friend. He himself was wearing one of his cream shirts with the tie at the crevice in the collar, hem coming mid calf on him now and sleeves extending past his knuckles. When he latched onto the albino he giggled, sound more childish than ever. "You're so cute!"

"Aren't I?" Prussia snickered and hugged his friend back. He made a mental note to bitch to West later how he was still short. How could someone so awesome be eternally doomed to be shorter than his friends?

"Gilbert! Antonio!" A small France came running from the house to hug his friends, hands instantly falling to grope their asses.

Quick as lightning, Romano scooped Spain in his arms and glared at the blond. "What the fuck, rapist! How many times have I told you to keep your hands off of him! I don't care you all are small again! The rules don't change!"

"Mon Dieu!" France gasped, his free hand flying up to cover his open mouth. "Little Lovino is all big too? Angleterre said it was me that changed, but I was so sure that he had just used his stupid magic to become bigger than me!"

"... Was?" Prussia too was now pulled away from the miniature molester, shoulders held by the German posing the puzzled question in response to France's words. He looked to Romano, Spain now holding his arms wrapped around the lithe neck and snuggling into him, to see he too didn't understand it.

Fortunately the two had to be lost no longer than those few seconds before England stood in the doorway to usher them in. "I'll explain. Don't pay attention to the Frog's tales."

"Angleterre became so mean when he grew!" France ran over to England's side and hugged his arm with a grin. "Where's my admiring little boy~"

"I think he lost it," Prussia whispered, wrapping his arms around Germany's neck.

While Spain silently glared at him England fought his lately unending urge to hug the incredibly adorable young France. All he allowed himself was a ruffling of those luscious curls before leading everyone inside and sitting then down in the living room. Each child sat in the lap of their corresponding adult lover. England could spoil himself now and then, right?

"Are either of you experiencing pain or anything of that nature after the change? Feel ill at all?" The Englishman looked between the two other members of the trio.

"Nope. Feel just fine!" Prussia raised a brow and crossed his arms, staring at France skeptically. The blond was smiling and nuzzling England as if he did it every day. Why wasn't he trying to get into his pants? "Are we going to go insane like Francis?"

"Er, no," all too politely England half-heartedly glared at his cuddling friend and nudged him away to an inch or two away from him on the couch, blushing a hint. "He's like this because the bloody twat wouldn't stop offering a shag and I ended up casting another spell on him. He's now... Well, he's now both physically and mentally a younger him."

"That's supposed to be reassuring?" Romano yelled, hugging Spain even closer. "For all we know you meant to only curse your dumbass while drunk and it happened to them too! You suck at your stupid spells! For all we know that dumbass is going to run off trying to attack Poland and mine is going to start lusting after Feliciano!"

"Neither of them were here when I cast the second spell, were they?" Countered the accused, easily able to get just as angry as the Italian.

Sensing the rising tension between the two, Germany cut in. "Can you tell me why we're talking about that and not on turning them back to normal?"

Air left England through his nostrils in a forced calmed sigh. "That... May take a bit."

Again, Romano was yelling. He jumped to his feet, glaring daggers, and set Spain on the couch. "Of course it will! It always does! You sure are quick to cast your fucking spells but you never seem to get any better with REVERSING THEM!"

"I'm sorry for trying to fix it! I might as well let them be with your attitude." Getting two roosters or betas together was never a good idea, they always end up fighting. England was standing with his own rising volume alongside Romano, and in this round Germany could just sigh and shake his head. It was Spain that attempted to throw water on the two.

"Romanito, esta bien," he murmured, gently tugging Romano's shirt tail and looking up at him hopefully.

At the same time France hugged England's waist from behind, standing on the couch, and nuzzled his back. "Don't leave us like this Angleterre! I miss being able to hold little Arthur in my lap!"

It wasn't a surprise when both men looked away from each other. Romano looked down with a light blush and sighed. It wasn't fair that Spain looked so cute as a kid. "Whatever," he mumbled, plopping back onto the couch and pulling Antonio back into his lap.

Smiling, Spain leaned up to kiss Romano's lips affectionately just as England grumbled under his breath, "like I'd let you do thar anyway." With that childish face he felt bad cursing at him.

At the intermediate calm Germany took his chance and stepped in again. "It won't be now, fine, but you are working on it."

"Yes, I'll try and get them back as soon as possible... Sorry about this," England managed at the end.

"Well in that case," Prussia finally spoke up with a mischievous grin. "Can you magic West so he'll have sex with me? He says it's pedophilia but it's so not cause I'm not mentally a kid!"

Twitch of two blonds. "No!" and "Nein!" at the same exact time. And of course a Spanish pout and faint sniff. "Fine. Be that way." Prussia jumped off Germany's lap and headed to the door. "Elizabeta will help me make West have sex with me."

"Oh no you don't." Prussia found his arm caught before he could get far, Germany still sitting and able to reach out for him. "Nowhere alone like that."

Prussia squirmed and struggled uselessly. Why the fuck did West have to be so big! But damn... Those huge hands would feel so good touching him... He sighed and looked to his lover with a half hearted glare. "Why not? I went everywhere by myself at this age. You don't need to babysit me."

"And it's a different time now," he glared right back, "besides, we don't need any attention." Those blue eyes glanced to the Italian and the Spaniard, latter frowning at the implication in the words.

"Well I'll lay low! Gott West! You're acting like I don't know to look both ways when crossing the street!"

France looked up from nuzzling England with a frown. "Why ever would you need to do that?"

"Um..."

"No," repeated Germany, determined. "You can survive a few days at home until this is reverted."

"It may be best, really," added England as he did a nervous side glance. "The spell is unstable, it'd be bad if you came into contact with anything else magical."

"Anything else magical?" Romano's fire was lit again, but this time he at least remained seated. "Who the fuck besides you messes with this shit?"

"Romanito-"

"Not just wizards! You can easily come into contact with a cursed item, a ghost, a-!"

"Halt!" This was getting to be too much for Germany. Arguing over trivial things like this got them nowhere fast. Brows twitched a hint when he turned to either angry country. "This isn't going to make them normal anytime soon. For now let's just listen to what England says and leave him to work diligently."

"Sí!" Something Spanish piped in from a boy now out of Romano's lap and instead standing in front of him to faintly pull his captured hand with a smile almost too large for his childs face. "Come on mi Romanito, we can go home with some gelato."

Once more Romano was silenced with a blush to his cheeks. He looked away from the Spanish child and got to his feet. "If that's what you want," he mumbled. With a wave to the others, Romano led them outside.

"See! Even Lovi is nice to Antonio! Let me go to Eliza's!"

"Thank you for your time," Germany nodded to England, merely ignoring Prussia at this point and pulling him out by the arm.

"Gott West! This is how you treat kids? You'd suck at raising one! At least I actually paid attention to you!"

As Prussia's whining grew fainter and fainter, little France looked up with bright eyes. If what Iggy said was true and he had been changed from his older self to his younger self, "Are we lovers?"

A flushed Englishman was quick to deny such a claim, "of course not!"

"Oh. That's unfortunate." France sighed and leaned into the older man. "How can you survive without a lover that can cook?"

"I can cook for myself just fine."

"Not when you were you're cute little self~!" The blond giggled and kissed England on the cheek. "But I'm still not eating anything you make."

"And you're not allowed to touch the stove, so you can't get out of it!" In a furious rubbing of his offended cheek.

"Don't you have games you can play for a few days or something?" It was a little amusing to see the small Prussia now forced to sit in the backseat when they drove home.

"Nope," Prussia grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring out the window. This was ridiculous. "I want to go see Hungary."

"..." A deep German sigh and getting off at an exit away from home. "Not by yourself."

"Just put a freaking child leash on me, why don't you?"

"I've considered that."

Silence filled the car until finally, "You're kidding, right?"

"Did you get a reply to the message you sent her earlier?"

Prussia sighed and shook his head. West better have been joking. "Yeah, she's excited to dress me up."

Well wouldn't that make this an interesting afternoon. "Then she'll keep you occupied," he said, pulling up to the woman nation's home.

"Are you really not going to let me be by myself at all?" The albino whined, climbing out of the car with some trouble. "This sucks."

"Forgive me for wanting to keep you out of trouble."

"What kind of trouble can I possibly get into like this?" Prussia rolled his eyes and walked into Hungary's house, taking a deep breath to yell, "Hey! Eliza! I'm here!"

Not a moment passed. Almost immediately the brunette was there hugging the small child. So he was still incredibly annoying. Though she wouldn't exactly admit it, they had been close friends when he was about this age. And he was so damn cute! "You're adorable~"

"Uugh get off of me!" Was the instant reply. But even the feminine Hungarian was enough to keep him immobile. "Fuuuck!"

"Watch him closely!"

"Sure thing Ludwig!" Watch? She didn't want to let him go! It was like having Italy again.

Prussia sighed and waved to his brother helplessly. At least he was getting better clothes. "Did you make a tunic?"

"Naturally." As Germany left Hungary led Prussia along deeper into her house to find what had been requested.

Inside Hungary's closet was a large collection of clothing, as to be expected. But what got Prussia's brows raised was the rather large selection of children's clothing. "What are you? Antonio?"

"Oh keep talking. You'll find yourself being put in tutus," she warned in a glance back at him.

"Will that make West want to fuck me?"

Now that deserved a full turn around to face him with a risen brow. "You're what, 8? And you're surprised he doesn't want to have sex?"

"Only 8 physically!" Prussia flopped to the ground in disbelief. He was so sure Hungary of all people would help him! "It's like doing a midget!"

"The guy has a BDSM fetish, not kids or midgets. He's probably hung up on the pain," she shrugged.

"Ugh, you're no help!"

Yeah, she'd been right. Hungary pulled back to view what she had dug up. "Besides, all the children's clothes I have are cute, not sexual."

"Eh whatever, just make sure you take a lot of pictures! I need to make sure I can tease Antonio about his kid fetish!" Prussia was back on his feet and smiling. "Give me your best stuff!"

"Now that I'm up for," of a returned grin. If they were going for Spain, she had the perfect outfit somewhere in her closet. In her mad search a few things were tossed back at Prussia. Tunic, plaid themed school uniform, sailor uniform. "Aha!" The maid set. It had been found.

"Kesese! This is gonna be great!"

"Oh it'll be amazing. Start changing, I'll find my camera," and Hungary stood to leave and do so.

"Got that right!"

Several hours later, the little Prussian was exhausted. Dressing up and posing took a lot out of a kiddie body! After changing into a final outfit, a chickie pajama onesy, Prussia curled up on Hungary's bed and promptly passed out. Upon returning to her room to find the slumbering child, Hungary was all to happy to climb in next to him and fall asleep as well, curled around him. It was like this Germany returned to the Hungarian household and found the two.

At first he just stared, head tilted a hint and brow quirked. Okay maybe he was smiling a little as well. It was a strangely touching scene. And he knew his brother missed his days with her...

"Bruder, it's rude to overstay your welcome," he said softly, petting his hair shortly to wake the little albino.

"Mmmmm?" Red eyes slowly peeked open to stare up at the blond man. What a soft bed. Where was he? Not in the mood to try to figure that out, Prussia just closed his eyes again and snuggled into the soft pillow in front of him. It was so warm and moving? Again pale lids opened to stare at the faceful of breasts he was stuffed into. "W-w-was?"

Bright red and thoroughly confused, Prussia struggled away from the boobs and succeed in pushing himself off the bed. Why was everything so bright? Inside too! And it was dark outside! "What's going on! Who are you! Wh-Why was my face in-in b-" He couldn't finish the word and simply blushed even more, looking to the strong looking man for answers.

And he all he got there was a roll of the eyes. "You tired yourself out enough to forget you were at Hungary's house?"

The owner of the boobs and home in question mumbled and sat up to rub her eyes. "Mm? What's Gil saying?"

"H-huh?" Prussia's eyes were spinning by now. This was surely a dream! "This is Eliza's house? Since when! Where is he! Who are you!"

"Oh haha. Aren't you hilarious, making fun of the wanna-be-male."

Another circling of blue eyes in their sockets. "Jokes to fit your body, Bruder, how quaint."

Bruder? What the hell was this! Had he been kidnapped? No he didn't remember anything like that happening. Hell, he wasn't sure what the last thing he remembered was! "I don't have a brother! What are you going on about! Did you kidnap me? Eliza will find me and help me kick your asses!"

"The only ass I kick these days is you, prick." Geez she was starting to remember why it was hard to spend long periods of time with him. In speaking Hungary reached over to smack him in the back of the head. "That's a lame joke, even for you."

"J-joke?" Dammit this was getting terrifying. But he was NOT going to cry! Crying was for pansies and pianists! Not for awesome warriors- oh. There they went.

With a sniffle and harsh rubbing of his eyes, tears started falling down reddening cheeks. "Okay! I admit my defeat! You don't have to play mind games with me!"

"Damn, you pull out the waterworks well." It was almost a compliment. But Germany wasn't laughing like Hungary was when she said this. He knelt down, patting his brother's head and staring at him for a moment. Oh shit...

"Verdammt..."

"Don't touch me!" Prussia yelled, jumping away from the comforting hand with the expression of a deer in headlights. What type of game was this guy playing at? "What do you want from me! My kingdom isn't that rich yet!"

"Seriously, Gil, it's done."

"Eliza, this isn't a joke of his," Germany sighed, running a hand over his hair. "Romano thought this may happen. With the instability of the spell they could revert to how they were at this age mentally."

"... Mi?" Aghast green eyes looked back to their friend in a new light.

"E-Eliza?" Teary eyes grew giant as they looked to the busty woman for the first time since waking. The blond guy was joking, right? Or maybe it was someone different! Yeah! That must be! Besides, that stupid Hungary would never realize 'he' was really a she! A dick would actually grow in before that happened!

"Igen! It's me." At the continued disbelieving look she sighed and removed the flower from her hair before reaching back to hold her long hair behind her neck in a tail with her fingers.

Well. If he could imagine Hungary with boobs and older... A ferocious blush consumed his face. He was snuggling Hungary's boobs? Oh Gott! He was going to hell! Hell! While his mind went in a downward spiral, only a small squeak of realization and surprised came out of the child.

"You are not going to burn." After reading his journals from this time Germany understood Prussia's thought process all too well and could easily slip in this sigh with confidence that he had hit the nail on the head.

The woman of the three understood it as well, but reacted differently. She giggled and hugged her blushing bud. "So cute!"

For a split second Prussia stared at the German in disbelief, wondering if he was a mind reader. But then he was in 'Hungary's' arms and squished into her- Eyes spinning and heart racing, Prussia struggled to refrain from fainting. He was going to hell for sure.

"Let him go before he explodes into steam," Ludwig ordered. Sighing in disappointment at the short length of the hug Hungary did as she was told and released him, grudgingly.

Too terrified and confused for his ego to control his actions, Prussia escaped to Germany and hide behind his legs. "You aren't Eliza! What the hell is going on!"

"Do breasts make that much of a difference?"

"Are you really asking that?" Germany sighed yet again.

Seeing the severity now, Hungary too sighed and took a deep breath before continuing. "Gilbert, it's the 21st century. You've aged, grown up. England cast a spell that turned you back into a kid."

"Twenty-" Brows scrunched together in confusion as Prussia attempted to figure out how many years in the future he was. Wait. Future? "Am I big awesome kingdom now!"

Germany visibly twitched.

"... Igen... You could say that."

"Well what type of answer is that!" Prussia rolled his eyes and looked around the brightly lit and well furnished room. It was huge! "Do I have a huge castle at least? Kick ass army?"

"... Hey! So you came to take him home, right? Show him his castle?" Nice smooth switch via Hungary. Germany took it and ran.

"Ja. Danke for having him. Und... Sorry for the trouble."

Prussia remained attached to Germany on their way out, eyeing Hungary like she was some alien. As they approached the car, he froze and frowned. "What is THAT!"

Normally one would expect Germany to become annoyed and impatient with the persistent questioning by his brother. Were this normal circumstances he would be. But as it were, he was oddly gentle with the boy, more so than he had been when he had been a child before. Here he looked down to him calmly and explained. "It's a machine for transportation. An automobile, or car."

Impressed, Prussia walked up to the car and knocked on it. It sounded sturdy. "Cool! How does it work?"

An almost shrug on Germany's part. He nodded to the wheels. "Essentially an engine inside turns these wheels to propel it forward." He wouldn't know how to get in now, forcing the adult to step forward and open the door for him.

So fancy! Prussia stared at the inside of the car in disbelief, then scampered inside to bounce on the seat.

"Oi, sit still." The order was more of a faint grumble. He held the hyperactive boy down long enough to buckle him in. Then he allowed him to wiggle, closing the door and going to the drivers seat to head home.

Tugging on the belt curiously, questions about the car ended once they pulled out of the driveway. Sure the surroundings were interesting, but there was something even better to talk about! "So I have a brother when I grow up?"

"Ja..." How was he supposed to explain this? It was an extremely long tale.

"Well are you older or younger? What's your name anyways?"

"Younger," he began, picking his words carefully. "You raised me, basically. Named me. Ludwig, Deutschland. You've always called me West though."

"Sweet! I get a younger brother!" Prussia laughed and undid his seatbelt to climb up into the passenger seat to stare at Germany better.

"Oi, at least put on the seatbelt," Germany glared in a side look.

Rather than asking what the hell that was, Prussia leaned over and held himself up with Germany's arm rest to look even closer. "You look kinda like that Holy Roman Empire guy."

A second visible twitch. "Sit in your seat and strap in before you get hurt."

"How can I get hurt? Horses are more dangerous than this thing!" The albino laughed and poked Germany's cheek. "Are you related to him or something? You have that same squinty eyes look thing going on!"

"A sudden stop at high speed will send you through the windshield. Sit down," a growl and pushing down of the pale head of hair. "And Holy Roman Empire died in the early 1800s."

Uncaring about the supposed death he could experience, Prussia smirked and sat crisscross in the seat, facing Germany. "Did I take over?"

"After he died it was still Austria that ruled for a while, but then you did take over and control everything there."

"Hell yeah!" Of course he did! He was awesome! It only made sense that pansy wouldn't be able to take care of stuff... "Wait what happened to Eliza! He-She-" Prussia trailed off with a blush.

"She was married to that pansy for a bit of time."

"What?" Prussia fell back onto the door in completely and utter shock. Hungary? His bud? His best friend! Got married toAustria? "You're not serious! She thinks she's a boy! She can't get married!"

"It's hard to confuse gender at a point. Once she... Grew, it was obvious. She was part of the Holy Roman Empire then Austria, then it became the Austro-Hungarian Empire in more of a co-ruling. It suited them both at the time."

"She- We didn't make an awesome empire together?" The hurt was obvious in Prussia voice as he bit his lip and tried to process this information.

"Er," okay he hadn't been careful and ended on a land mine. Best try and recover ground quickly. "As you can see you two are still friends."

"But she's a girl! With-With-" Again a blush filled his cheeks. "And I touched them!"

"You really did change," Germany couldn't resist a scoff a grinning shake of his head. From this to that extreme pervert he'd been living with.

"I only get awesomer!" Prussia yelled back, crossing his arms and sitting back in the seat with a scowl. He didn't like his 'younger' brother very much. Wasn't he supposed to be, well, younger and stuff?

"Naturally," in an offhanded response.

"Aren't you supposed to respect your older brother?" He grumbled back.

"I'm being disrespectful?"

"Yeah! You are!"

"How?"

"You just are!" Before either could say any more on the topic, a small peep came from Prussia's hair. Fritz jumped from the silver locks into Prussia's lap with another peep. The child flushed and fought back a giant smiled as he picked the bird up and brought him up to his face. "Allo... Are you my birdy?"

"You named him Fritz."

"That's a cute name for a cute chicky!" Prussia giggled and nuzzled his friend, only to get lightly pecked. He pulled away and looked to Germany in confusion. "What was that for! What did I say?"

"He could be hungry."

"Oh! That would make sense!" He stroked Fritz under his beak and smiled. "Don't worry Fritz, no chick-ow! Why do you keep biting me!"

"He's not a chick either." Germany realized it now. "He's a 'Gilbird,'" that was not the smallest roll of his eyes. Of course not.

"Gilbird... Gilbert! Haha! You're a special birdy, aren't you!" Prussia hugged Fritz close, practically glowing with happiness. "But you can still have food Fritz! I'm hungry too! Hey, West, right? Is there food at my mansion?"

"Ja... Mansion... There's food at home."

"I wonder what future food tastes like!"

"There's still Wurst and such."

That made his eyes light up even more. Good food and cute pets? His future was awesome! "Really! Oh sweet! I want some!"

"Wurst it is." And just in time for them to reach home, too. When they parked Germany reached over across the passenger seat to let Prussia out. "We're home."

Prussia stared at their home and jumped out of the car. This was a pretty small mansion. Maybe it was the second house or something. But where would the servants stay? He frowned and looked up to Germany. "It's small."

And Germany looked back down at him. Would they now be to complaining about the house? "By today's standards it's fairly normal in size."

"But you said I had a mansion!"

"I never directly said we lived in a mansion." By now they had reached the house and opened the door, leaving Prussia to be tackled by the waiting Aster. "Aster!" Germany shouted, quickly pulling her off of him by the collar, which was a rather pointless action since Prussia just laughed and jumped onto her instead.

"Hi doggy!

Oh what was the point? Sighing, Germany gave up and released the golden canine to let her again shower affectionate kisses on Prussia once she had given him a proper sniff. "It seems having a child around brings out Aster's motherly instinct."

"I'm not a child!" Prussia yelled in protest, fighting back both Aster and giggles. "I'm a warrior!"

"She can't tell the difference then," Germany quipped, smiling at the dogs continued antics.

"Just making sure you do!" The child countered, finally calming Aster enough to give her a hug. "Can we eat now?"

Nodding, Germany brought them fully inside to close the door and pause in thought. Perhaps it would work. If not it would result in a large consumption of money. "While I cook you can watch TV." Bringing Prussia to the couch, Germany picked up the remote and switched on the television then watched for the reaction.

"How are there people in that box?" Prussia instantly yelled, running up to the television to inspect it.

And a reaction he received. Germany sighed. "They're not inside. It's a reproduced image of them on the screen."

"What's the purpose of this strange thing?"

"Entertainment. Essentially it's having a book, a play to watch in your own home at any time."

"Wow! Are there any plays about knights?"

"If you try the history of science fiction channels you may find some." Taking the remote, he bent down slightly to show him what buttons to press to change the channel.

Cautiously, Prussia took the controls in his hands and started flipping through the channels. Although he was in search for knights, he ended up on cartoons and happily watched them, thus allowing Germany to be content with the knowledge that his young and unknowing brother was occupied whilst he cooked. Or started to. Because once he assured himself that he didn't have to worry about his /brother/ for a bit he stopped with risen brows in realization. How could he be so stupid? Now that he no longer knew him, he no longer was aware of the two sided nature of their relationship. Prussia was Germany's elder brother, but also his lover. There was no question. That didn't sound well to anyone, even Germany himself felt awkward if ever he be asked to explain. And looking at the boys reaction to close bodily contact with breasts? Germany groaned and held his face in his hand. This truly was a bad situation gone worse.

A sigh. All he could possibly do was hope there wasn't anything he or anyone else said or did that alluded to their relationship until things were returned to their natural state. Let him sleep in his room for the first time in a year like it was normal. Maybe say the water wasn't working in his bathroom and thus his items in the German's own. His thoughts were completely occupied with explanations and such as Germany cooked, making time fly by at an unnatural speed until he had loaded plates on the table and called for the source of what seemed like all of his troubles.

"Can I eat here?" The trouble maker called back, eyes glued to the television. He was learning so much from this strange contraption!

The reply was automatic. "Nein."

"Well why not!" Attention was spared from the television for a split second to glare at the blond.

"You eat at the table. It's proper."

"That's a stupid rule!" Not one to obey, the child jumped over the couch and ran to the table. He stuck his tongue out, grabbed his plate, and ran back to his spot on the couch.

What the-? Damn he was a bratty kid. Germany's brows knitted together... Course he still was defiant often. Germany sighed and relaxed. Even as a child the Prussian had Germany giving in to him.

"Don't spill anything." The man sat on the couch as well when he gave the order.

Mouth full of food and rocking in place with delight, Prussia said, "Oh I won't!" This food was delicious!

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Some food was wiped from his cheek with a napkin. Germany might as well have been his parent raising him... Not much different than normal, really.

"You have a lot of stupid rules!" But, he did chew and swallow this time before talking. He wasn't going to let this guy know, but Prussia didn't want him to hate him... They were brothers after all, right?

"Rules are put in place for a reason. Anyone will call you a child, and a crude one at that if they see you covered in food."

"No! They'll know I'm well fed!" Prussia laughed and leaned against the wall of a human, already done with his plate of food. "I've never eaten something so delicious!"

Never wasn't exactly right. "You eat Wurst almost daily."

"Well my older self might have, but this is way better than anything I've ever had!" With a smile, Prussia set the plate on the floor and moved closer to Germany. "We're good friends as brothers?"

Oh he wanted to pick up that plate and get it to the sink. But now he was immobile. This was one of those questions he'd been afraid of. "Ja, ja wir sind."

Prussia's smile grew as he hugged the German's arm. "Of course! How could we not? I'm your older brother!"

"Not so older now, huh?" And he couldn't resist, Germany ruffled the head of messy hair shortly, a bit awkwardly in the newness of the action. But he really was strange younger.

Red jumped into Prussia's cheeks once more as he pushed away the offending hand. "Don't do that! I'm not some baby!"

"You look like one."

"Well you loo-" Stopping to examine Germany again, Prussia looked up with a giant grin. "I'm older, right? That means I'm even bigger than YOU!"

"Not really." Always an issue with him, huh? Maybe Germany had some pictures he could pull out to show Prussia his grown self. Was there something wrong with doing that? Revealing ones future to them?

"What? How can I not be bigger than you!"

"DNA, you can't do anything about it," with a shrug.

"DN whatta?"

"Ah, DNA. It's what decides all of your genes, what you look like."

Prussia snorted and wiggled underneath Germany's arm to snuggle into his chest. "Whatever. What is that thing that girl is holding up to ear on the TV?"

He looked down at him with a risen brow, then just shook his head and left him alone, lowering his arm again around Prussia. "It's a telephone. Through a connection of wires and signals you can hear someone miles away."

"Is it magic?"

"No, technology," he said in deadpan swiftness. The concept of magic was an issue with Germany. It wasn't scientific. England presented some problems.

Not too interested to figure out what technology was, Prussia yawned and nuzzled into his brother. After such a great meal, he was tired again. Not to mention he felt so... Well here, in his brother's arm and snuggled up to him he felt perfect.

"If you're tired you should go to your room."

"Oh. We don't snuggle?" He blushed and pulled away. It seemed normal in his mind for brothers to snuggle and all. What was the point of having family if you weren't close?

Just the time to make him guilty. "No, I mean-" Nothing changes does it? "It'd be more comfortable for you."

"Well I was comfortable... But if you'd rather I do." Prussia shrugged and slid off the couch. "Which one is my room?"

The man didn't even sleep there and it was still horribly messy. He tensed, grimaced somewhat even when he led him to his room. "Here it is."

"Wow. I'm a slob!" Laughing, Prussia pranced across the room and flopped onto the messy bed. After kicking off the hard objects, the child curled up around Fritz, surrounded by stuffed animals. "Good night West," He said quietly with a shy smile and wave.

"Gute nacht, Bruder." The murmur was close to unheard, so low it was when Germany moved into the horrid room long enough to pull a blanket over Prussia and stare at him just so.

When he retired for bed that night himself Germany found it hard to fall asleep. He chalked it up to the thoughts whirling through his head. A child Prussia was bad enough, one that gasped and shouted at each new technology since the 17th century didn't improve anything at all. With the attack of the Italies, far back as it was, countries were still on high alert to keep from drawing attention to themselves in a bit of unwarranted paranoia.

But that wasn't the only thing. It was... Painful to him. Seeing Prussia where he had been when he woke up, dazed and confused with not a memory to his name. Sure Prussia had memories up to a point, but it was still frightening to lose a large chunk of time. Was he feeling what he had felt then? That hopelessness? Sighing, the German rolled onto his other side. No. If something ever bothered Prussia you knew. He wouldn't say anything, but it would be obvious. He was fine.

As his mind finally started to settle and sleep was withing his grasp, Germany heard the slightest of creaks. The soft patter of footsteps on carpet followed, then the bed shifted ever so slightly as a small body climbed in next to him.

Prussia had tried falling asleep, really truly tried. But the messy room just made him nervous. Sure his room was messy, but he was used to everything in it! All these new items of unknown use surrounding him was rather terrifying. Germany was the only solid thing he knew at this point, so he took refuge in his presence.

Feeling the warmth at his back Germany cranes his head back to look down at the form sleepily... He sighed. Then he smiled. The bed was due for a small bit more creaking, this time of the grown man shifting to his other side, the one that faced his bed mate. Arms came around Prussia in a loving embrace, maybe for that moment forgetting the whole mental planning of tactics to keep the lover item under wraps. At least he didn't kiss him or anything... Not on the lips. He kissed the boys hair softly as he held him. That was it.

Only a sleepy smile came as a response from the Prussian. Already he was drifting into sleep. Something about Germany was so comforting. It was probably the whole brother thing. That must be it. It was nice to know someone cared about him in this strange new world.

"Yes, I really am taller than you. No, some evil king did not put some sort of futuristic potion in your food to make you smaller than me. No, no torture devices were used to effect height. On either of us." Each statement was concise and blunt, even if they were clipped and given with a sigh. All of the next day Germany had been pestered by Prussia about whether or not he was lying about being a bigger younger brother. As time went on the excuses Prussia came up with for such a concept became ever more ludicrous.

"Well you've yet to give me proof! You can't give me proof!" The child burst into haughty laughter and reached up to poke the German in the chest. "So you're lying!"

How many times would he sigh today? "Do I have to find a picture of the both of us for you?"

"A what?"

"A photograph. Like what the television does but it's just a one second snapshot instead of full on scenes."

"Oh..." This threw off Prussia's confidence that Germany was lying. If he had proof... "Well bring me to these supposed photographs! I need to make sure you don't change them!"

"Change them-? I'm not a photographer or an artist, I couldn't doctor a photo." But of course Prussia didn't even know what that meant... Where did he keep all of the photos anyway? Germany wasn't sentimental type that kept photo albums or scrapbooks. Most pictures were taken for business purposes or at get togethers. Prussia liked to take many of himself, he did often, but Germany made no moves to 'get in on this action.' And one of the two together, preferably right next to one another, was being requested.

He searched through drawers here and there and ended in his bedroom in the nightstand. There he made a large mistake and brought the sheets out of what should have been a very familiar envelope. Sure, they were of Prussia, but not of him and Germany. And certainly not of the nature he wanted to show now. Flushed, he slipped his gifted erotic photos back in their place quickly.

"Hey! Don't hide those!" Expecting Germany to hide the fact he had been lying, based on the blush, Prussia snatched the envelope away and pulled the pictures away. A blush of his own erupted on his face as he squeaked, "Is that me?"

Those poor photos were taking a beating. Germany stole them away harshly. "Nein, they're not you."

"Oh you know another guy with silver hair and red eyes?" Prussia yelped, taking a step back. Why did his brother have pictures of him like that? Why were there pictures of him like that in the first place!

It may have been easier to lie away if the man had more normal traits. As it was he was too damn strange. How many albinos did one know in their lifetime? That didn't matter at that moment in time. What was paramount was this issue. Scheiße how did he get out of this? "You and I-... Er, we-..."

"We? We what! You said we're brothers!" Just what did his future self do? He was definitely going to hell!

"Only in name..." He might as well spill. Germany took a deep breath. "I had amnesia, I was bloodied up, you found me and raised me."

That made sense. He would do that! Having a family was one of the things he could always remembering wanting. But. "How does that explain those?"

Changing the subject was a strategy that never worked for Germany. It at least appeared that way. "You're... Very strange when you're older."

"I do that?" Okay, maybe it wasn't completely shocking. If he had a camera now (and knew what it was) he would take a million pictures of himself. Just, not like. The true shock came from where the pictures were. "Why do you have them?"

Being cornered leaves you no choice. It's suicide or surrender. Seeing no guns at arms length, he had but one option. "We're also... More than brothers. In a, er, relationship."

The cogs wouldn't move in Prussia's brain. He stared blankly at Germany and managed a meek, "Was?"

Even when he was supposed to be about 7 Prussia proved to push Germany to and past his limits. He blushed ever deeper. "We're lovers."

The child's high voice reached a shrill octave as he asked, "How?"

A hand came up to his face. That headache was getting pretty bad. "Don't ask me to go into the details. We just are."

"Why!"

What kind of question-? "I'm in love with you." It wasn't even hugely embarrassing anymore. He's was just answering so Prussia would leave him alone about it.

Even contact with Hungary's breasts didn't achieve such a vibrant color of red. Love? For him? Wasn't that for girls and pansies? How did the great Prussia fall in love! How did someone fall in love with Prussia?

Head spinning, the child fell back onto the floor and sat criss cross, trying to steady himself. Was his future self happy, being in love? It sounded so terrifying!

The thoughts running through the Prussian's head were not understand in their nature but seen on the abstract all over his face. Germany looked away. "Es tut mir... Es tut mir leid that you had to find out like this."

"I am happy? I l-love you too?" The words sounded so strange on his tongue, so rarely were they used.

Again he was looking at him... Then he blushed a hint and looked away a little like he had before. "I'd like to think so."

"Okay... If you say so." Prussia slowly got to his feet and put his hands on his hips. "Where are my journals? I need to read about this!"

It wasn't as if they had actually gone back in time right? There was nothing wrong with letting this Prussia know about his future. He'd remember it all later anyway. "A fair amount are in your room."

"I'm going to go read them," he mumbled, almost floating over to his room.

Well... If he was doing that... Could Germany try and do some of his piled up paperwork? He could make a knick out of it, at least. He hoped for more.

His wish was granted, and then some. There was not a peep out of Prussia the entire rest of the day. It was probably the most peaceful day of work ever. But as dinner time came and past, it was time to start worrying. What was Prussia reading that was taking so long?

When feet didn't come down the hall whining for food an hour after the time the always ate dinner is when Germany gave in and began down to Prussia's room, calling, "Bruder?" as he went.

When no reply sounded, Germany cautiously creeked the door open. There was no sign of the child, but books were scattered across the room. Much more than just the past year. Before panic could set in at the missing child, movement came from a pile of stuffed animals and Aster burst from them, bounding for Germany with a whine.

Still inside the animal fort was Prussia. His eyes strained and cheeks tear stained, he curled around Fritz in hopes of comfort. He didn't acknowledge Germany's presence except for a small sniffle and a whisper. "Why aren't I dead?"

Here was that double edged sword of their situation. In learning about one he must discover the other. Their love, and his status. Germany patted Aster shortly in thanks, then picked through the things on the floor to arrive at the bed. There he sat, reaching to pat Prussia's head. "I don't know. It's been a mystery."

A pat wasn't enough. The child leaped from his spot on the floor into Germany, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his head in his broad chest as a new wave of tears shook his body.

Germany held him through it. Hugged Prussia in his arms and let him cry into him for a while. He wasn't one for tact in human relations, but how could anyone, even the most social, comfort Prussia now? "It's a surprise to everyone that you've lived this long afterwards. No one would have thought it possible."

"This long?" The child looked up with terrified eyes. "You mean you all are expecting me to just disappear one day? Just waiting for me to become the next Germania, Rome, Holy Roman Empire!"

"We did, at first." And he was being truthful. There was much assumption that when Prussia was taken by Russia he would die, disappear. "But you didn't, haven't yet. You've made us hopeful, and those of us that believed you were too damn egotistical to ever die more than a little bit cocky to the ones that didn't."

"B-but how- I-" He sniffed and clutched to Germany's shirt. "It could be any day!"

Brows furrowed. "You are not going to disappear."

"Germania did!" The memories of that night were still vivid in the young nation's mind. When the Germanic tribe found him, he had taken care of him for a bit with the others. But then just disappeared without a word in the middle of the night. The kids went their separate ways... Prussia never saw his father figure again after that.

"That was immediately, wasn't it? It's been decades since you were disbanded. If it didn't happen then, it won't now."

Well shit. He sounded so reasonable and made so much sense. Suddenly the worries constricting his heart seemed extremely stupid. Prussia whined and looked up with pleading eyes. "Promise?"

Those worries were there for Germany as well. But instead of loosening as they did for his brother, the chains proved only able to tighten in his case. Asking him to promise. It hurt. "Promise."

A relieved, teary smile followed as Prussia reached up and hugged Germany around the neck, nuzzling his head under his chin. "Ich-Ich liebe dich."

"Ja." The boy was hugged tighter and given a sigh. "Ich liebe dich auch."

"C-can I sleep with you again?"

"I'm surprised you asked. Might as well just climb like before."

"I can have manners if I want," Prussia grumbled, positioning himself better in Germany's lap. "Can we sleep now? I'm tired."

"Not in here."

A response was attempted, but just tired mumbles came out as Prussia closed his eyes and nuzzled into his brother and future lover.

"You're always such trouble," Germany sighed, for now leaving him be and petting his hair.

Fritz chirped and jumped up to join them, looking up at Germany with worried eyes. As much as the bird enjoyed this younger version of his owner, he missed his Prussia.

The two seemed to be comrades in their feelings. "I know," Germany consented. "We can just hope it doesn't take England long."

With a crestfallen peep, Fritz curled into Prussia and joined his owner in sleep.

Why was he even hopeful? He had been proven wrong, wrong. Three days passed and England didn't offer up the cure for this aging affliction. Three days and Prussia was still his child self, and it was time for a World Meeting. The three nations couldn't participate in their state, or be left alone!

"A babysitter is a horrible idea. Those three will revolt and been running amuck through the streets if left alone with a normal person." England, Germany, and Romano were participating in conference call, and the island nations suggestion was immediately put down by the other blond of the conversation.

"Well what if it's Hungary?" Romano said thoughtfully, wiggling his fingers to halfheartedly make Spain stop playing with his free hand. He acted like he was 2, not 8. Shocker. "Your idiot is scared of her, right? The rapist will be obsessed with trying to woo her and give my idiot something shiny and he'll be fine."

"She's going to the meeting as well-" Germany was cut off by the carried giggles of an entertained tiny Spaniard.

England returned from telling off France. "The bird I leave Peter with sometimes could probably handle the lot of them. She has other nanny friends that could help."

"Why can't I go! I wanna go to the meeting!" Prussia whined, tugging on Germany's arm.

"Because I said so," Germany rolled his eyes, unable to even laugh at his own quip.

"Are you sure the kid won't get more annoying with the addition of these three?" Romano asked, joining the conversation again after breaking down and giving Spain a big hug.

"The lad's mature for his age. He may keep the others in line. Get them into watching amine the whole-Dammit Francis, don't touch the stove I said!"

"But I want to make something edible! I'm sick of your disgusting attempts of cooking!" France yelled back, continuing with going through the contents of the cabinets as he got some water boiling.

"I should just put you in the bloody London Tower and be done with it."

"Hey West, what's a London Tower?"

"Prison and place of torture."

"Torture no es simpatico!"

"You're not going to be tortured, Antonio." Romano assured the wide eyed child, ruffling his curls with a smile. So cute.

"Arthur, would you like me to make some pasta for you as well?"

"No! I don't want any of your bloody food! Get down from there before you hurt yourself." The phone was held between ear and shoulder to open hands for the task of pulling France off of the counter then turning the switch on the stovetop.

Furious, for this was not the first time he was kept from making something edible, France started kicking and squirming to get out of England's hold.

"We should bring some food for Francis so he doesn't die from starvation!" Prussia laughed, climbing into Germany's lap. "And I should go to the meeting!"

"Stop it, you twit!" The phone clattered to the floor in the struggle on the phone, making Germany pull his from his ear and shake his head at Prussia.

"Nein. It's a war zone over there."

"War?" Prussia's eyes lit up as he grabbed for the phone to listen. "No, it doesn't sound like it..."

"Why can't we go to the meeting with everyone?" Said a sad Spain as he looked up to his current guardian, pouting. "I wanna stay with Romano."

Romano's heart jerked and couldn't resist picking Spain up, snuggling him uncontrollably. It was horrible! He had no control with this adorable kid! "You can't come because we're talking about a bunch of present, boring stuff that you don't understand! Don't worry, it won't be that long."

"Verdad?" He persisted, watching him with the large innocent eyes of a child.

"Absolutely! Besides, you will have Francis and Gilbert to play with! You guys are best friends when you're older!"

"Fiine," Spain consisted in a whiny drawl, snuggling into him with a still present frown.

"If we pay a few people that work at the conference building and put a few DVDs in they'll be occupied for an hour or two," sighed the German into the phone.

"But I want to go!" Prussia whined.

France finally succeeded in getting to the ground and glared up at England. "I'll go willingly if you let me cook!"

A heavily pregnant pause, "fine! Have your way then! We'll leave all of you with some employees."

"Oh good! I won't puke after eating tonight!"

"Weeeeest!"

"You are going, just in a different roon. Is that not good enough for you?" In gruff German.

"I want to go to the actual meeting..."

The reply was down pat and decisive, "You can't."

"We'll see about that," Prussia grumbled darkly.

"So we have a decision then?" This questioning was followed by the sound of England's stomach growling. Bloody Frog, cooking food that smelled so amazing.

Romano mumbled an affirmative answer before hanging up and resuming the cuddle fest with Spain.

"Stupid England, just go away! We'll be good, whatever."

Those tell tale family brows were furrowed deeply on the miniature England in a sailor school uniform. Sealand was not amused. He finally could attend World Meetings as a nation and now here England was taking him away with the allure of other kids to play with finally. On top of that rude England was standing there and ordering him around about keeping the others out of trouble just before that very meeting! They had adults watching them didn't they? Why'd he have to be so lame?

"Bye Angleterre~" France cooed, giving the man a hug and Sealand a wink. The way to get rid of stubborn people like England was to be sickly sweet to them!

Romano rolled his eyes at the antics at the door and checked the lid on the container full of tomatoes one more time before giving Spain a hug. "Don't let those idiots get you into trouble."

"Sí Señor," Spain cooed in the embrace like the perfect angel of a child.

Now why did he turn out so complacent when Prussia could be incredibly strange and stubborn? "No tricks, alright?" Germany sighed, kneeling in front of his child love.

Prussia crossed his arms with a scowl. "Don't talk to me like I'm 2! I'm older than you!"

"Not at this point you're not. You're a child." Was it such a strange concept?

"Yeah but you've been alive since what, 1800s or something? That's only two centuries! I'm older than that right now, I'm sure!" The reasoning made total sense to him.

"Not mentally you're not. Some nations naturally-" That was a very late time on his watch. "I need to be going." Germany said and straightened, nodding to England and Romano. They all needed to head that way.

"Whatever," Prussia grumbled. He waved and then sulked over to Spain, plopping onto the ground next to his chair.

Romano spared the sulking child a glance before giving Spain yet another hug. "Be good. I'll be back as soon as the meeting is over." He kissed the top of his head and hurried out before he changed his mind and just stayed behind.

"You two, please be good," England half begged, placing a hand on either blond's head and giving them a hopeful look. With that, he left too.

"Hey kid!" Prussia called to Sealand the second their caretakers were out of sight. "Do you know how to sneak into the meetings?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, just dress up as that one guy."

"Who?"

"I can't ever remember his name... That's kind of the point, people don't remember him."

"Oh..." Prussia paused and then grinned. "Sweet that sounds like a good plan!"

France laughed and sat in a chair across from Spain. "How can there be two of this mystery person though?"

"... Quué? I don't understand."

The blond laughed and smiled at the confused looks. "Well he will be at the meeting, yes? So what are the chances of people not noticing a fake when they are already not noticing the real one?"

"I dunno. He doesn't always show up." Sealand shrugged.

Blinking, Spain tilted his head. "Why do we wanna go to the meeting again?"

Prussia scowled and pointed at himself with his thumb. "I do! West told me I'm not a country, kingdom, nation, nothing no more! So I want to go in there and kick all their asses!"

"So brutal," France sighed, shaking his head.

"... Why would fighting with them make you a country again?" Spain questioned.

"Don't question me!"

How mean. Spain winced and frowned. It was pretty weird reasoning. Why couldn't he ask to try and understand it? "We could sneak in during a break and hide under the table," he mumbled.

"That's more reasonable," France put in.

Prussia stared at his future best friends then shrugged. "Yeah I guess that does make the most sense if all of us want to go."

"But don't you think they'd come back to check on us when it's break?" Tongue stuck out of Sealand's lips when he said this. They would do that.

"Shit they would..."

France laughed and leaned over to grab a tomato. "Seems we need to be good children and listen to our 'parents' like they asked."

"No way!" Prussia jumped to his feet and grinned to Sealand. "Let's ninja our way in!"

The boy more than returned it. "Yeah! You two losers can stay here!"

France rolled his eyes and waved his hand in the air. "Go have your fun. I hope you get yelled at."

Defiantly Spain nodded, producing a tomato from the box to eat. "Here we have tomatoes and don't get them mad at us."

"You're just wimps!" Sealand declared.

"Got that right! So not awesome enough to hang with us!" Prussia made his way to stand next to Sealand curiously. "What was your name again?"

"Sealand!" Another declaration, but a proud one. "Or Peter."

"Kesese! Well I'm the awesome Prussia! Gilbert! But I'm sure you know that!" The two made their way out of the room as he spoke. "Are we friends when I'm older?"

"I never met you until today," Sealand blinked in admittance. He only knew countries from World Meetings, and he'd never seen Prussia at any of those.

"Oh... Well if I don't remember all this when I get changed back, let's be friends!"

"... Really?" In this exclamation was a smile. A friend? That would be great! Oh, but he'd been an adult then wouldn't he? "Are you still cool older?"

"Kese! You bet I am! I was reading my journals and I am awesome!" Prussia grinned and reached into his hair to pull out Fritz. "I have a Gilbird!"

"A Gil-?" In awe he stared down at the bird. "But it looks just like a chick."

"Oh I made that mistake too!" Fritz nodded in agreement and nuzzled Prussia's hand. "But he's a Gilbird!"

"What's the difference between a chick and a Gilbird?"

Fritz peeped and jumped into the air to fly around their heads. "Well he can fly! See! And he's super smart!"

"Woah!" Blue eyes were the size of plates watching what looked like a baby chicken fly like it was nothing. This Prussia guy definitely was cool! No one could be mean and have such a neat pet. Sealand knew this to be true. "That's awesome!"

"Exactly why he's a Gilbird!" Prussia grinned, but raised a brow as they came to a fork in the hallway. "Do you know where we're going?"

"Huh?" Blinking away the stars in his eyes, Sealand looked around. Where were they? He had been so busy talking to Prussia he hadn't noticed where they had been going. "Y-Yeah! Of course!"

"Okay, so which way?"

"... Right!" He could've sworn it was right.

"Gotchya!" Linking arms with his new friend, Prussia led them down the hall with a laugh. "West is gonna be so mad! It'll be awesome!"

"Ahaha. I can't wait to see stupid England's face!" Sealand agreed wholeheartedly.

"I still don't get how that guy actually grew..."

"Oh, you knew him when he was small, didn't you?"

Prussia laughed and nodded. "He was a big crybaby that played with his imaginary friends and wanted to be like France!"

Be like France? What? Had England lost his head somewhere in the passage of time? "But he hates France!"

Really? Well it didn't seem like it at the moment... Of course this was the younger France he was seeing this future England with. "Hm, maybe France tried raping him?"

"That would explain a lot..."

"A lot of what?"

"Well... Lately-" Then it was silence and the two kids jumping around a corner in fright when they had seen someone up ahead. Slowly, like some sort of comedy, the two heads poked out, Sealand above Prussia. It was one of the workers, a lady pushing a cart of mugs into a pair of double doors. "There's the meeting room!" Sealand whispered.

The sound of wheels rolling down the hall came from behind them. Prussia grinned and ushed Sealand to the other side of the corner. As another lady came into view, he whispered to Fritz, who leaped into the air and flew into her face just before she passed the kids. Holding back a joyous laugh, Prussia dove under the cart and its tablecloth, pulling Sealand with him. Success!

In their victory the two grinned at one another. Soon enough the cart began to move again, surging forward. Within moments they were in a large room, many voices speaking at once. The woman didn't even speak to those at the table, just silently replaced their cups with their beverage of choice. When she came to a stop to do her stowaways quickly moved out from the cart and under the table.

Prussia did a small, sitting victory dance and looked around. Well... Now what? He looked down and noticed he was by that moody Italian's shoes. A giant grin spread. With a small beckon to Sealand to make sure he was paying attention, Prussia slowly took the laces from Romano's shoes and tied them together.

Once the action was understood Prussia received a smirk and nod from his partner in crime. One going clockwise and the other counter, they began their work. When he reached Denmark's shoes he grinned even more and paused to prep himself before saying in a loud mumble, "bloody stupid Dane," to imitate England's voice. On cue an angry retort was given towards the unaware Brit, thus beginning a heated argument.

Shocked but pleased, Prussia scurried across the floor to whisper to Sealand, "What did you do!"

"I copied England's voice and insulted him," he boasted, proud of his work as words were thrown around above them.

"Oh! That's awesome! Can you do it for someone else?" There was a pang in his pride that he couldn't do this as well. Not only did he remember no one, but he definitely didn't know their voices! Suddenly, he really wanted to get changed back to normal. But... What would happen to him then? Would he remember this? Eh, something to worry for another time. "Make West mad at someone!"

"Germany? That's easy."

A few choice comments in different voices were made around the table. Calling China a woman. Mentioning the Cold War around America. For Greece he didn't even have to say anything. Just start talking like Turkey and he's off. Soon he had almost the entire room yelling at one another. It was only so much of it until-

"Halt die Klappe!"

Sealand grinned. It had started. One of Germany's famous tirades about manners when conducting a meeting.

"Oh this is gonna be great," Prussia whispered with a snicker.

"And what started all of this anyway?"

When he was finished everyone was quiet. Still simmering, but quiet.

"The damn Commie started in on the Cold War!"

"I never said anything about that, Comrade."

And another argument. Sighing, Germany shifted his legs. But they wouldn't move too far apart before-... He narrowed his eyes and moved his chair back. Yep, his laces were strung together. And from his vantage point there was something very obvious.

"England, reach under the table."

Confused, England did so on a whim just in time to catch the feel of hair. His eyes widened. Lurching hand forward, he grabbed on arm and produced Sealand. "Peter! What do you think you're doing?"

"Shit!" Time to make a run for it! Prussia dashed out from the nearest gap in hopes of a clean getaway. Unfortunately for the child, he did not recognize the giant boots that were Russia's feet. With a giggle and smile, the man nonchalantly stuck his leg out just as Prussia passed, making the child yelp and fly through the air.

With a loud thud, Prussia fell to the floor. Before anyone react, there was a pop sound of sorts and in an instant the modestly clad child in a Hungary edition of knee shorts and chicky tshirt turned into a full size Prussia, now looking very risqué with his ass up in the air from his fall. "What the fuuuck," he groaned, falling over to his side.

"How did...?" Germany exchanged a glance with England, who only shrugged. Some spells plain out wear off. Once his laces were undone the German was kneeling beside Prussia to sit him up. "Are you alright?"

"I have no idea." Came the immediate response. It felt like someone just took a sledge hammer to his head and went to town on it. Maybe it was the sudden centuries of memory suddenly back in his brain. The past few days felt like some strange dream! "I want to go to sleep," he whined finally, curling up into a ball. It was a good thing France was not there.

Well at least he wasn't feeling strangely. "Come on, we'll get you to a bed," Germany murmured. He could get onto him about this prank later. At this juncture he picked up the moaning ball and carried him out.

"Let's play later Peter," the giant child groaned, waving limply to his new friend.

And after a few blinks of wide blue eyes Sealand grinned a big smile, still held by England.

End of Chapter Nineteen

Heeeeeey peeps! How's it goin'? This came out fairly quick, in comparison, huh? xD Sorry about the length, we didn't even realize it was this long. For reals. It was just kind of… I dunno, worked out as we went along and we never stopped to compile our emails until the very end. Ahaha

Okay I don't see anything that needs translated really. Everything can be kind of assumed in context *coughisfeelinglazycough*

The title is all that needs to be translated. It can have a double meaning. The gift England gave them all to see a younger version of their loves, as well as the German Gift which translates to poison or something toxic XD