Germany sat at the table with his head in his hands. Yesterday was a carefree day with the two other nations. They were going to have a productive day, and work on kicking the Allied Forces asses. Now…he was propositioned with the biggest conundrum he was ever forced to deal with.
"Germany…Germany…Germany…Germany…Germany…Ger…"
"WHAT? What do you want Italy?" Ludwig looked down at the little nation who was jumping up and down smiling, but then the child stood still looking frightened.
Germany wanted so bad to just put the two in a giant wooden box and ship them somewhere. He had no idea how to deal with children, being a child himself so long ago. Italy stood back and suddenly without fail, his upper lip started to quiver, his eyes became large, and he unexpectedly started to get very upset. Ludwig realizing what was to happen, rose out of his chair.
"No…no…no…no…no! Italy…don't cry, please…don't cry. Oh damn…ugh…please?" It was no use, the boy tilted back his head and began bawling loudly. Large tears streamed down his face, and he ran away from the large German and hid behind one of the leather chairs in the living room. He sobbed into the cushions, while Japan gave a glance to Ludwig.
"Honda…I…I didn't mean to yell at Italy…um…ugh…" He walked out of the room while clenching his fists. "SHIZER!" He shouted while he arrived back into his room and sat down on the bed. With his head in his hands again, he was not sure what he was going to do. Sensing something strange, he looked up and out the window to the outside. His eyes widened…exactly what he needed right now. He saw down the path, his brother Prussia strolling down the path with a strange grin on his face. "Fick! Ugh…what is he doing here?"
He quickly left the room and ran down the steps. Japan was sitting on the chair with a very upset Italy. Approaching the two, he knelt down, and tried to reason with the children.
"Okay…okay, Feliciano…I am sorry…little one, I am sorry, you need to calm down okay?" He could hear Gilbert whistling, and panicked slightly. "Alright…um…why don't you two go in Japan's room…um play, do something…NOW!" He had a sternness in his voice that made the boys get up and go in the room, and the door closed.
Germany relieved stood up and walked over to the counter and took out two stein glasses, as Prussia would want to share conversation over a pint. He was about to grab the beer out of the icebox when there was a loud knock on the door. Still not thinking clearly, he walked to the door and opened it. There stood the tormentor of his past life. His blood…his brother…his pain in the neck.
"West! Hey there…so good to see you!" He grabbed his brother in a manly embrace and patted him hard on the back. Releasing him, he looked around the room, and sensed something. "Er…weren't there some others that were staying with you? I mean…you're not alone…wasn't that pain in the Arsch Italy staying with you…and um…who was that other one…um…"
"Japan…yes, they are around I suppose, maybe they left? I am not sure…I slept late, so they were gone when I woke. Um…how about a beer?" Germany walked back over to where the glasses were. Taking the bottles out, he opened one and poured it into the glass. Handing it to his brother, Prussia took it with a curious eye.
"They…they are gone? Hmmm…alright well, I suppose I can stick around for a while…since I really don't do much these days." Holding his glass, he walked away from his brother and went over to the table and sat down. Germany muttered something under his breath about his brother being slightly pathetic, but Prussia did not hear him.
Ludwig looked around the room and wondered how the children were doing. He knew that the room was not soundproof, and it was only a matter of time before they became bored, and would most likely burst out of the room. Ludwig hoped in this time, Prussia would either leave or pass out from the alcohol intake.
The brother's had little to say to each other. Mostly when Prussia came over to see Germany, it wasn't for bonding, or catching up, but more for Gilbert using his brother's house and lounging. Germany kept looking at Japan's bedroom door, and then would look back at his brother, and then he would look at the clock. He must have looked very nervous, because Prussia seemed to catch a glance and see his brother.
"Erm…hey Ludie…what's going on? Why are you acting strange?" He tipped back the glass and downed his brew. Licking his lips, he gave the nervous nation a smile. "Come on…out with it, what is the big geheimnis?"
"Nothing Gilbert…mein gott you are annoying. Were you this annoying when you asked Vati questions?" Ludwig asked his brother while hiding a smile behind his stein glass.
This seemed to slightly irritate Gilbert, but the nation kept his composure.
"Nein…you forget Bruder…I was awesome. Vati was only sorry that I asked too many GREAT questions. I mean, he couldn't be bothered with you because, well you were just a little squirt."
Germany scowled…he knew back then he could not stand up to his brother, but he knew by getting himself upset while he was little, and making a fuss, it usually got him cuddled, and his brother spanked. Vati did not mess around when it came to bullying.
"Hmm…okay…so what if I were to just…like…say…GILBERT TURN AROUND, IT'S VATI WITH A SWITCH!" Germany pointed towards Prussia, making a frightened face. Prussia believing this screamed out.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Noooooooooo! Vati!" Prussia swung around so quickly in his chair that he collapsed and fell right on the floor. He looked around, and seeing as he was duped, looked right at his brother. "You stupid Arschloch! You KNOW I was terrified of Vati…and…and…the switch!"
Germany laughed to himself, and Prussia got back up. He smiled at his brother, and shrugged it off. The two continued to have a couple more beers when all of a sudden some noises were heard from Japan's bedroom. Prussia raised an eyebrow and looked straight at Ludwig.
"Ludie…I thought you said you were alone…what was that noise coming from that room?" He got up from his chair, and before Germany could stop him, he ran over to the door and opened it. His eyes widened as he saw the two smallest nations he has seen in a long time, and they bared a remarkable likeness to Japan and Italy.
"Hi!" Shouted Italy as he stood up and ran to Prussia while grabbing at the nation's legs. Confused and frightened, Gilbert backed away, and looked at his brother.
"West…West seriously…what is going on here? That is beer in that glass right? I mean you did not drug me?" He shuffled over to the table and stood behind Germany gripping his shoulders. Standing up, shaking his brother from him, he walked over to the door to where the children were.
"Yeah…um, I have no idea why or how this happened to the two…I just woke up and walked in on a children's playground. I have no idea what to do I mean…" Germany turned to face his brother, but Prussia seemed to inch towards the door, looking very troubled. "Wait…where the hell do you think you are going?"
"Oooooooh Germany said a bad word! Germany…that's a naughty word!" Italy pointed at Germany, who in turn blushed.
Ignoring the child for now, Germany stepped up to his brother.
"Listen…I don't exactly know what to do…but maybe you can help?" Ludwig slightly shifted his weight to the other side, leaning against the chair he had been sitting in. Prussia did not seem to want to help.
"I…I can't Ludwig…wouldn't know how to even begin…" He leaned in closer, and whispered. "Come on bro…you know children are scary…" Standing back upright, he opened the door. "I will come back in a couple of days…maybe they will have changed back perhaps. Um…yeah, goodbye!" He opened the door, and quickly ran out, leaving Germany with all the trouble in the world.
"Ugh…I have no idea what to do." Germany shook his head, and looked down to the children who were both smiling, and even though he could not help but smile, they looked quite adorable. "Okay…so what do I do with the both of you?"
Italy was the first to chime in, he jumped up and down, and held on to Japan, who stayed completely quiet.
"Hungry Germany…we are hungry, can you make us some pasta? Please…we want some pasta!"
Panicking slightly, Germany had no idea how to make pasta for the two. The only one who really knew was Italy, and he was not about to have a five year old operate his stove. Shaking his head, he smiled slightly.
"Er…okay…um sit down, and I will see what I can do…little…um little kids." He walked over to the ice box and looked inside. There were no ingredients for pasta, but he did see some wurst…which was a specialty of his. Glancing to the two children, he thought that maybe they would not mind, knowing they were hungry, anything would work.
He prepared the meal, and made a side of potatoes mashed, which was the way he liked it. The boys were becoming restless, and it was soon time to serve the food. Walking over, while balancing three hot plates, he set down one for both boys, and another for himself. Japan being polite even in his youth, took his utensil and poked around at the starch, and eyed the wurst with slight hesitation. Italy on the other hand snubbed the meal in front of him. Casting a wayward eye, Germany spoke up.
"Feliciano…is there something the matter with your supper?" Germany took his own fork to his mouth, and put a piece of the meat into his mouth, chewing softly. The little Italian just sat with a frown. "Italy…must I repeat myself?"
"I wanted pasta Germany…this is not pasta! This is something icky." He stuck a finger in the potatoes, and then glared at Ludwig. Japan just sat looking at the two.
It wasn't much different than when the two shrunken nations were to their normal sizes. Feliciano was a pain in the ass though Ludwig, and the only way to ever shut him up was for punishment. Manual labor usually worked best, and the Italian would whine until he fell asleep. But now, him being a child…it might have been easier to deal with the problem. Germany cleared his throat.
"Eat your wurst, and then maybe I can make something for dessert…you know, I do love baking." He suggested cake as to perhaps lure the child, and make him less upset, but this did not work, Italy looked down at Germany's plate.
"No…I don't want to eat it." With the wave of his hand, he swiped the plate off the table, and it crashed to the floor, sloshing bits of mashed potato and the untouched sausage on the floor. Germany enraged stood up from his seat and pointed towards the stairs.
"FELICIANO! Go upstairs…if you can not eat the dinner I prepared for you, then you will not eat anything, because I am not making another entrée just because you are behaving like a spoiled child! Go now!"
He stood huffing, and normally the boy listened, but with a strange look on his face, the little nation walked over to Ludwig's place setting, and with a bold and brazen display of moxie, slapped the plate off from Germany's spot, and it too crashed to the floor.
"Hmmm Germany…I suppose you have to make pasta now! Hahahahahaha!" The boy who was so different in his youth, laughed loudly, and fell to the floor kicking up his legs uncontrollably.
Japan who was still sitting very quietly watched as Germany turned to face the floor with the mess, and then angrily eyed the insolent little child giggling.
"That's it!" He moved away from the chair he was sitting in, walked over to Italy, who suddenly stopped laughing, and apprehended the small child by the arm. "Time you show you what happens to little boys who do not listen." He got to the arm of the leather couch, sat down on it, and held Italy over his knee.
The child kicked and struggled, but Germany kept a firm grip on him. He laughed, because he remembered being in such a position when Germania punished him for spilling Indian ink all over the floor.
"Italy…I never wanted it to come to this…" He raised the palm of his hand, and it was brought firmly across the young boy's backside. Italy who thought himself brave not more than five minutes ago burst into tears at the first smack. Another one came down, and Germany felt the child shaking, as tears streamed down Feliciano's face.
Japan stayed at the table, getting visibly upset. Knowing how Germany was, and thinking he was scary as an adult, he know had to worry about himself angering the man, and quite possibly receiving the same treatment from the German. A spanking did not sit well with him…especially from Ludwig.
Each time Germany's hand came down, Italy cried out. He received eight well placed slaps, and was soon let down. Before the child could even look up, he was picked up into the larger nation's arms. Hushing him, Germany then turned his attention to Honda.
"Japan…I expect something to be eaten off your plate. Stay put while I put Italy upstairs…he is going to bed." Looking at the boy, he spoke slightly louder. "Whether he likes it or not!"
"Germany…Germany is…(sniff, sniff) mean! Big meanie…" Feliciano sobbed into the man's shoulder. Ludwig scoffed and arrived at the room where the child was staying.
Of course when he got there, the bed was unmade, there were clothing scattered everywhere, and even a drinking glass laying on the floor. Germany was exceedingly anal, and grimaced at the mess, but held in what he wanted to say. He walked over to the bed, set the crying child in the bed, and tucked him in. Italy was not having it, and thrashed around.
"Be upset all you want…but you are going to bed whether you like it or not." He walked away and the child continued to cry. He hadn't felt bad, after all, it wasn't any different from the adult Italy. Perhaps spanking the older Feliciano wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. He decided to keep that in mind.
Shutting the light, and closing the door, he walked down the steps and saw little Japan still sitting at the table. Food untouched. Germany was now very irritated. He walked over and sat down.
"I told Italy I would not make anything else for dinner…are you going to eat your food, or shall I take you over mein knee as well?" Staring at the boy, Japan gulped and picked up his fork.
He started to eat his mashed potatoes, as well as the ground meat product. Less than satisfied, but not wanting his backside blistered, he finished almost all of it. Once he was finished he jumped down from his seat, and stood watching Germany, who had since then started cleaning up the mess that Italy caused. The little nation knelt down and started helping. Ludwig looked at him with a smile.
"Thank you for your help Kiku Honda…you are a good junge."
Japan smiled, and the two continued. Once they were done, Germany stood up, and a small growl came from his stomach. It seems that his dinner was completely ruined. He would have to find something else. Japan walked over to the couch, hoisted himself up, and laid down. It had been a rough day as a little child, and it had only just begun.