Prussia stared into his brother's eyes. Never had he realized how Ludwig was so alike their Vati. He gulped loudly and started to get nervous. Looking at his watch, and then peering at how far away the door was, he went to back away.

"Uh…well, you know Bruder…I think I should probably get out of your hair…and you know, its been great…but you know…I need to…" He went to run, but Germany held him tightly. Shaking, he tried to get free from the grasp, but his brother had a firm hold.

"Gilbert…we are going to play a little game…its called, awesome tears. You see the point of the game is to see if a child like yourself…can produce awesome tears. Let's begin shall we?" He scooped up the boy under his muscley arm. Prussia's eyes widened.

"Bruder…Bruder please! Please don't…I'll find the stuff to change Italy and Japan back…please…please don't I…" Prussia tried to plead with his brother, but nothing was going to change the fact that Gilbert needed correction and needed it now.

The boy was placed firmly over Germany's legs and his pants were pulled down. Ludwig also made sure to take down Prussia's undergarments. Once realizing this, Gilbert started to twist and turn, and the grown nation had to pin him down.

"There is no use getting upset dear Gilbert…I am not at all going to hold back." He gave him a little smack, and this upset the boy.

"West, please…don't spank me! You are being unfair…you are being a jerk like Vati was…please!"

Holding him tight, Germany raised his palm in the air, and had it come down smartly across Prussia's backside again.

"OWWW! Ouch…" His hand then came down a third time, and the boy, cried out, holding on to Germany's leg. Ludwig half smiled, it reminded him of all the times his brother was in the same predicament with Vati.

As Germany spanked his own brother, he had to warn him to keep the child from fully yelling. As cocky and arrogant as the nation felt, he was a wicked cry baby.

"Bruder…dear Bruder…please…you are going to wake the other children, and that would just be un-awesome. But, I must say, you are winning big at this game." He proceeded to let his strong hand hit the boy's backside, and Prussia was crying so hard, he could not respond. This was very well the precise reaction Ludwig had wanted.

"I can't…(sniff)…I can't stop crying…please…Ludie…please stop, my bottom…its on…(sniff), its on fire!" He beat his little fists on the couch, and once Germany heard this, he delivered a couple more.

"Ah…you are doing an excellent job…(smack)…really awesome job Gilbert!" His hand landed down again, making the small upturned bottom turn a nice shade of crimson.

"Ahhhh…..wahhhhh…Ludwig I hate you I…" He was interrupted by Germany giving him yet another smack, and the boy soon changed his remark. "Ouch…please, okay…let me down."

Ludwig felt that the child had been punished enough, and he was beyond sobbing. Adjusting his clothing, Germany set his older brother on his feet, and watched as the child danced and stomped on the ground. There was really nothing Prussia could say or do at this point. Being a small boy, he just had to accept his punishment and cry it out. Germany stood up, and walked from the couch, and Prussia put his head into the cushion and continued to sob.

The tall blond nation walked into the kitchen, and opened the ice box. He pulled out a beer for himself, and some milk for the child. Taking a mug, he poured the milk and then walked back over to the crying child, and set it down on the table. When the child did not stir from his whining, he cleared his throat. Prussia stayed with his head down into the couch, and roared into it.

Sighing, Germany stood up and walked over to the couch, dipping down and reaching to pick the boy up. Gilbert objected at first and started to slam his little fists into his brother's chest, but this did nothing. Prussia was just overexerting himself, and had got tired and cranky. Germany walked with the boy and arrived in his own bedroom. Walking in, he set the boy on the bed, and hushed him.

"Gilbert…its time for you to get to sleep, so go…stay in that bed, and sleep off your AWESOME tears! Ha ha!" Germany had to refrain from laughing loudly, as Italy would have woken up.

Prussia did not say anything, he just moaned slightly and put a pillow over his head. He did not want to deal with the likes of his brother right at the moment. Shrugging his shoulders, Germany was okay with his. He closed the door, and walked down the steps back into the kitchen.

He finished his beer, and decided that he was a little bit hungry. Walking to the ice box, he opened it, and took out some wurst. He would make some, eat, and then just relax on the couch. Not having another worry because there was nothing else to think about, he let the food cook, and he walked to the couch.

Laying down, his eyes wandering…looked towards the ceiling…it was somewhat serene, and he had no idea how things were going to change. His mind was spent, and he needed a much needed rest. Closing his eyes slightly, his mind went into a trance.

"Vati…what are you doing to that chicken?" Asked the little Gilbert as he watched Germania pluck its feathers out.

"I am preparing this bird for dinner little one…now please stop asking questions otherwise I will never have this ready in time to fill your stomach." He continued, but the boy continued to pester.

"But Vati…it is still alive…look the eyes are wide open. I can't eat that, ew!"

"Well…then I suppose some little boy will be going hungry." He did not look up to see how the boy would react.

"Oh Vati…you are such a kidder…you wouldn't…I mean…you wouldn't let me starve, you couldn't…" The child grinned, and this couldn't keep Germania from having a straight face.

"Ja, I can't…now go play with your Bruder before you really annoy me."

Germany was quickly awakened by the noise of an owl outside. He hadn't been asleep for more than fifteen minutes, but it seemed longer. He arose from the couch and shook his head. Not another dream, it was simply annoying on why it was happening. He suddenly realized that maybe the green power had something to do with him having this thoughts. Perhaps it just being around him was making him think of times past, but that was just so ridiculous for him to think about. Why? There was no explanation. Nothing at all to tell why this green substance was making him think of his past.

He went to the kitchen. Looking over in the pot, his wurst was still cooking. Suddenly his appetite disappeared. He looked over to the cupboard and looked amongst the spices. With his eyes searching, they suddenly widened. There it was in the back. He grabbed up the spice and looked at it. He looked for a warning label, or something, but only saw the words Kindergarten. He grew slightly pissed off. Why the hell would his brother do something this foolish. Without warning, Gilbert just decided to buy something off a gypsy's cart, and just stow it away here? He knew that come tomorrow, he would have to take all three children with him into town. This was indeed going to be the worst day in history.

Turning off the blaze of fire from the wurst, he held the powder in his hands. He was so angry at Prussia. He almost felt like giving the nation another spanking just because, but he wasn't going to…unless the brat deserved it, which he usually did. He went to walk back to the couch when he heard a door open. The only room close to him was Japan's room. He looked over and saw the little nation standing with tears down his face.

"Honda? What…what is the matter?" He walked to the boy, and knelt down. The boy wiped his nose with his sleeve, and bit back his lip. He was trembling, and got out as much as he could.

"I…I…had, I had an…acci…accident Mister Germany…" The child looked down, and there seems to be a wetness around his night shirt, and he gripped his hands to his sides and sniffed loudly.

"Um…its okay…it'll be fine…" He held the boy's shoulders and then stood up.

Germany walked into the child's room and saw that there was a little mess on the bed. It wasn't bad, but it had upset the boy. Japan followed Germany into the room and continued to sob. He turned back around.

"Honda…it will be okay…did you have a bad dream?" He needed to be concerned, after all, he had no idea how long the children would be the way they were. The boy nodded and held out a hand. Ludwig looked down, and slightly crinkling his nose. "Um…I need to give you a bath…come here."

He reached down and pulled the soiled night shirt off and threw it aside in the bedroom. With the boy in the bare, Ludwig walked him towards the kitchen basin. Filling it with warm sudsy water, Germany placed the boy in, scrubbing, and speaking softly telling the child it was okay. Once Japan knew he wasn't in trouble, he smiled slightly. Then lifting him out of the water, Germany held the boy against his chest, and walked back to the bedroom. The sheets would need to be washed, and the bed was inhabitable right now. He put a new shirt on the child, and then walked out into the living room. It was getting later and later. Swaying back and fourth, Germany held Honda, and the boy's eyes grew heavy, soon shutting close. With that done. Ludwig walked over to the couch, and laid down, having the boy's small head touch his chest. Sleep found them both.

Once the morning streamed in through the window, Germany awoke and felt a heaviness on his chest. His eyes squinted and he realized it was only Japan, from the previous night. He did not hear any other person awake, and with as much gentleness as he could manage, he slid the little nation off his chest, and laid him back on the couch. Getting up, he pat his uniform down, and walked into the kitchen. It was very early, about seven thirty. He knew Italy might be awake soon, and then there would be some explaining as to why there was another child in the house.

He decided to put some water on to boil, and then start making some breakfast. It was going fine until he heard the patter of little feet. Turning around, he saw Italy. The boy smiled, and then Germany returned the smile.

"Hi Germany!…Are you making breakfast? Are we going to play games today….oh where is Japan…I want to tell him something…can we do something fun?" The boy could chatter a mile a minute, but Germany had to step in.

He put his hand up to his lips and hushed the child.

"You must be quiet Italy…Japan is still sleeping and…"

"Ahhhhh haaaaa! So you are awake Bruder! I am awake now…and I am STILL SMALL…and what…what are you doing?" Shouted Prussia as he came running down the hallway that lead to the other bedrooms. Germany looked at him with his eyes blazing.

"Gilbert…be quiet! It is early in the morning…and…" Ludwig stopped talking as he looked down and saw that Italy's eyes were almost popping out of his head. He then looked over to the couch, and Japan had woken up, because of all the yelling.

"Mister Germany…who is that? Who is that new little boy?" Japan pointed and seemed to get a little upset. Italy ran over to Ludwig, and grabbed his legs. Prussia just stood staring at both children. He could not believe the power his younger brother had over these children. They were clinging to his rule. Prussia all of a sudden got an idea…but he would have to make sure he was an adult for anything to even work.

"Um Italy…Japan, that is Prussia. You remember him, Mein Bruder. He had a little accident with the green power, and got himself shrunk…and well…"

"BULLSHIT on that West!" Little Prussia yelled out, before covering his mouth as Italy and Japan both gasped. Germany just shook his head and walked over to his brother. Grasping his hand, he pulled him down the steps, and walked him over to one of the corners in the room. Pushing him forward, Ludwig knelt down, and raised a hand in the air. It came down with a crisp smack on the boy's backside.

Jumping with a frightened jolt, Prussia turned back around and rubbed his hands furiously on his behind.

"Eh…Ludie! What…what are you doing? I didn't mean to…I…" He said as he tried to hold back the tears in his eyes. Germany stood back up, clasping his hands together.

"Just showing you what happens to naughty boys who use naughty language. Stand there, face the wall…and shut up."

Prussia did not say anything…he was much too upset now.

With that done and over with, Germany walked back over to the stove, and poured hot water into two tea cups. He prepared the tea for both Japan, and Italy. The two children ran to the table and sat down. He gave them the cups, and then walked to the stove to finish preparing the meal. It was only going to be porridge, as Germany needed to go into the town today, and that would be difficult with three children.

Taking out some bowls and silverware, he set them in front of the two nations, and scooped some into each bowl. Gilbert who was now just irritated at standing in the corner, perked up and turned around looking to the table.

"Am I going to get some breakfast? I am hungry…you can't not feed me Ludie…you can't do that to me! Remember when I was little and Vati didn't feed me…I had an awful fit and I don't want you to see that again."

Germany turned back to his brother, and walked over. Putting his hands to his side, he spoke.

"Oh, believe me, you have bigger brains than to pull your little tantrum with me. You forget…little one…I am very similar to Vati. Now seriously…go to the table and eat. I have to get you all outside, and to the village. We are going to find that counter spell, turn you all back to normal, and have me rest…I am sick of babysitting."

Germany watched as Prussia ran to the table with excitement so that he could fill his stomach. This village trip would take every ounce of patience. As he walked back to the table, there seemed to be a strange presence. Germany looked around, but could not put his finger on it.

Only then across the way from the German's house were the Allied Forces…waiting, and watching as best as they could. The moment to strike would happen soon enough.