The three arrived at Germany's house, and once the door was closed, Italy ran forward to the kitchen, but Japan just stayed behind…still holding onto Germany's hand. Ludwig looked down at the little boy, and with slight hesitation, knelt down on one knee. Pulling the child closer, he lifted a finger to the boy's chin, and raised it forward.

"Honda…you are not to leave the house by yourself again. We have alerted them and it could have been extremely bad…though thankfully no one was hurt." Germany looked down at Japan, who's face was tear stained. He then realized his words, and changed his expression to a slight frown. "Er…not hurt much little one…although you do realize you thoroughly deserved that spanking right?"

Japan did not nod his head, but just stayed quiet. Once Germany realized that the boy knew his faults, Ludwig got up and walked over to the kitchen, and opened the ice box. There was not much, but Germany managed to find some ground meat and decided to make some meat patties. It would suffice, and at least fill the boys.

Japan walked slowly over Italy. Feliciano was standing by Germany's legs, but it was apparent he was in the way, because the older nation would have to gently move him aside, but the boy wanted to help.

"Feli…you need to go find something else to do, I have to prepare these patties, and I can't very well do that if you are underfoot, now…go with Honda, and find something to do!"

Italy grabbed Japan's hand and the two boys walked into the living room and started playing with some things. All was at peace for a little while when all of a sudden there was a loud knock on the door. Italy and Japan ran over to the other side of the kitchen, slightly frightened. Germany wiped his hands on his pants, and grumbled something bad in German. Walking to the door, and hoping to hell it wasn't one of them, he opened the door slightly.

"Oh Gott…" Germany stood back.

"Heyyyyyy Bruder! I knew you would answer the door…and hey, look, they are…oh shit…they are still children?" Said Gilbert as he stormed in, holding something in a bag, in his arms.

"Yes…what can I do for you Gilbert? The last time you came, you were simply not prepared to deal with the likes of the children…so what now?"

"Well…let me tell you something." He grinned and raised his eyebrows, while taking some items out of the bag. Germany watched with trying eyes. Anything his brother did was somewhat intriguing. "I have got something for those two…you know, make them calm down for a while."

Raising an eyebrow, Germany looked at the belongings that his brother had arrived with, and he shook his head. There was a bag full of beer, some cake products, and then a little bag of what looked like licorice. Reaching in, he pulled out the little sack and then gazed over at Prussia. Candy would not calm down children, in fact it might make Italy slightly worse.

"Gilbert…was this really necessary? You didn't have to get them candy, what I will just do is put this aside in the cabinet." He opened the doors, and pushed aside some items and put the candy away. The jar of green powder was cast aside, Germany still did not see it. He closed the doors, and then looked to his brother.

"What? Why are you giving me that look? I didn't do anything!" Prussia grinned and took his shoes off. He walked over to the couch and sat down.

Italy and Japan who up until now were playing in the living room, moved out of the way. Feliciano was not too fond of the nation, and gave him a slight glare. Prussia was reading over a magazine and humming to himself. This kind of irritated the little Italian. Germany had since then gone back to preparing the meal for the boys and himself. Italy walked into the kitchen and tugged on Germany's pant leg. The blond nation looked down.

"Ja? What do you want Italy?" He looked down, but the boy did not say anything. All he did was make Germany lean down so the boy could whisper.

"Doitsu…I don't want him here!" The boy widened his eyes just stared into Germany's eyes.

"Italy…don't be bad mannered…he is a guest, and you will behave yourself while he is here. Just…go find something to do while I finish dinner alright?" Germany turned around and went back to his preparations. Italy stood there, annoyed, and angry. He crossed his hands over his chest and pouted.

Germany did not pay any mind, and continued what he was doing. When this did not work for the child, Italy stamped his feet and whined. Adding some spices, Ludwig finally looked down.

"Feliciano…I told you to go find something to do. Don't make me ask you again." Looking downward at the small boy with a stern expression, he waited. The boy was not moving, but when Germany grabbed a wooden spoon from the utensil holder, and held it in his hands, Italy's eyes widened and he backed away. "Might I have to use another form of communication little one?"

Hands flying to his backside, and feeling slightly defeated, but still upset, he turned around and stomped back to Japan. Germany quickly caught up to him, and gave him a little whack on the boy's backside. Italy yelped, and ran over to Honda, and looked back at the older nation with a frown. Ludwig just smiled.

Prussia looked up from where he was sitting, and noticed the commotion. He threw his legs over, and off the couch, getting up, he walked over to where his brother was cooking. Poking his fingers in one of the patties, Germany took the spoon he was still holding and a loud thwack came down on the silver haired nation's hand. Prussia pulled away shouting a rather naughty word. Germany gave him a look.

"Hey! What the hell man…don't be punishing me for that little twerps actions. Ugh…that really hurt man!"

"Don't you be sticking your dirty fingers in the children's dinner, and maybe you won't get smacked." He put down the spoon, and finished with the meat. He set them in a pan, and opened the range, and put the food in.

"Ugh, you are becoming more and more like Vati everyday. Why? Why the hell would you want to be such a homebody? Vati was never exciting, I mean…look what happened to him, such a long time ago that he perished." Prussia drew circles on the counter with his finger, and then looked up with the eerie silence from his brother.

"You have a lot of nerve talking that way about the nation that raised us. And quite frankly Gilbert…I don't have time for these little chats." Germany squinted his eyes as he put a hand to his temple. "Ugh…fricking headache…" Germany rinsed a washcloth with cold water, and put it on his head. Prussia watched with curiosity.

"What is your deal? If you are thinking I don't have respect…I do Mein Bruder…I do!"

Ludwig looked to Gilbert, and closed his eyes…the dizzy sensation he was feeling, made him slightly woozy.

"Gilbert…Ludwig…I have taught you both many things, but I feel like some things are not sinking in. Schooling is very important, and it will teach you both to become big, fine nations."

"Vati…I don't want to learn things…Ludwig and I…we…we want to play, and…"

"Hold your tongue Gilbert…education is key to…GILBERT! Come over here, I am not done explaining to you…"

"Awwww….Vati…I don't want to learn, I want to PLAY!"

"Gilbert…go stand in the corner…you are wearing out my patience…and Ludwig…come over and help me make meat patties for tonight's supper."

"Yes Vati…"

"Go…right now Gilbert, don't make me tell you twice."

"Yes…(sniff) Vati…"

"Ugh…I have got to get my head clear…" Germany wiped his brow, and threw the towel into the basin. Prussia put a hand on the nation's shoulder.

"What the hell is the matter with you? Are you losing it with these kids around? Man…do you need some aspirin?"

Germany looked over to the boys, who were playing peacefully, for once. Italy handed Japan a couple of blocks, which Germany had no idea where they found these toys, but he just smiled, and then looked to Prussia again.

"Yes, go find me something, in the washroom cupboard, there should be something."

"Okay…be right back." Prussia ran out of the room, and with him gone, this caused Japan to stare out towards where the nation ran, and then get up and walk over to Germany. Ludwig looked down, with a slight smile.

"Yes little one?"

"Mister Germany…um…is dinner ready yet?"

"Almost Honda…you must be patient. In the meantime…do you want something to drink?"

The boy got excited. Perhaps he would have some milk tea. Germany walked to the ice box, and looked in. He saw some apple juice, and took the container out. Shaking it slightly, he looked back to the boy.

"Okay…I have some juice…I am sorry, I still have not been able to get your milk tea. Is this okay?"

Not wanting to cause any sort of trouble again, Japan nodded his head and stood waiting for his beverage. Italy got up too, and stood by the counter. He didn't say anything, but just smiled.

"Feliciano…do you want some as well?"

"Veeeeee….yes! Yes I do!"

Germany took out two small mugs and poured the children some juice. Once that was done, he handed both cups to them. They thanked him, and walked back to the floor and sat down. Sipping and giggling, Germany only wished childhood was always this simple. He was beginning to wonder if they would ever change back. It had been a couple of days, and with the Allied forces encounter, he could bet his life that they would be back. The boy's appearances made it easier for them to be overthrown, and Germany was terrified of loosing battle.

Prussia came back with the bottle of headache medicine, and Germany grabbed it out of his hands.

"Jeez man…thank you very much! Ugh, so when are those patties going to be done, I am famished."

Germany swallowed the pills down with some water, and then gave his brother a response.

"I suppose I have to feed you too? Like I have so much food here Gilbert. You know what would be simply fantastic? If you ran to the market and got me some wurst…I have not had many, and I know you like them as much as I do. It is one of the few German foods that Japan will even eat. Can you do that favor for me?" Said Ludwig as he put the top on the bottle and opened the cabinet.

Putting the bottle away, he wasn't looked where he was putting it, and the bottle of green power fell over, rolled off the shelf and landed directly on the counter. Germany looked down at the bottle, as did Prussia.

"What…what is that Ludie?" Prussia walked closer to the little container, and his eyes widened. Germany peered at it, and grabbed it.

"Kindergarten? What the hell is this stuff…I mean…this is very strange…and ugh, Gilbert have you ever…." Germany turned around and saw his brother heading for the door, but the German halted him, somewhat confused. "HEY! Where are you going…do you see this?"

Prussia could not say more than a couple of mumbled words. Sweat was forming on his brow, and he felt very nervous.

"Uh…um…Germany…first off…please don't get mad…I had no idea about its power and…"

Germany opened his mouth, but no words came out. As he held the bottle in his hand, his eyes darted over to the children, and then over to his deceitful brother. Was there maybe a reason why the Allied forces showed up as soon as Prussia left…and maybe his brother was behind everything. He could not think straight.

"You…"