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Chapter three

France reached Spain's house fairly quickly and knocked on the door. Soon after knocking, he was greeted by a roughly five-year-old Romano staring at him. They stared at eachother for a moment before the child ran for cover in Spain's arms while crying out, "No, France came back! Run away!"

France chuckled at this and allowed himself in; all the while greeting Spain. When he reached the room the two of them were in, France said, "Bongour, mon ami. As I said on the phone, I have come for Romano."

"Hola France," Spain returned the greeting, "Are you sure you need to take him. I mean, are you guys sure you can take care of all those kids by yourselves?"

"Oui, Spain, we need to have him with the others. It'll be easier to make sure nothing wrong happens to them," France answered the first part and continued, "Besides, it might help make England want to change them back faster if his house is swarmed with small children who don't care about him."

To this Spain looked at the small Italian he was holding and said, "But do you need to change him back? I like him better this way."

"What's that supposed to mean, bastard?" Romano retorted before jumping from the Spaniard's grip and glaring at France.

France smiled at this and grabbed one of Romano's hands while saying, "Come on Romano, I'm sure your little brother will be happy to see you."

"You mean that idiot fratello of mine is caught too?" Romano asked only to then shake his head and say, "Fine, I guess I'll come. But only to make sure you or that potato-bastard or any of you other bastards don't try anything. And the minute you try anything to me you can say goodbye to your vital regions, capisce?"

"Yes, yes, I understand," France said leading the boy out of the house and to his car. He then turned back to Spain and said before leaving, "I'll call you if anything changes. Au revoir!"

"Lunch is ready!" America called out to the rest of the house. The others then filed into the dining room, a mixture of joy for lunch being ready and fear as to what America made for them. After they were all sitting at the large table, America began to bring in pre-served plates for the kids. On each of these plates was a pile of spaghetti, several cut-up chunks of some form of circular meat, a couple breaded sticks and a piece of brightly frosted cake.

They all stared at the plates questionably, but did not say anything until China asked, "Is that even edible, aru?"

"What's it supposed to even be?" Austria asked.

This caused America to huff before saying, "It's exactly what you guys wanted. Pasta for Italy, hot dogs for Germany and Prussia, fish sticks for Japan and cake for dessert."

"What's a 'hot dog'?" Germany asked while poking at the circular meat.

"We ask again, are you sure it's edible?" England asked while looking at the food wearingly.

"Definitely more edible than what you call food," America snapped back at England, "Come on, just try it. Kids at my house love these kinds of food."

The kids were still silently looking at the food, until America said, "You either eat this, or I'll make sure that however is in charge of dinner ruins it."

To this the kids looked at one another wondering who would be the brave soul to eat the first bite. Germany answered this question, and carefully stabbed one of the hot dog chunks with his fork and brought it up to his mouth. Before he bit into it, however, Prussia tapped his brother's shoulder to distract him and ate the chunk off his fork.

"Big Bruder!" Germany said in an annoyed voice. Prussia however stayed silent thinking about what he was eating before replying, "It tastes like a frankfurter*," and reaching for one of Germany's fish sticks.

Again Germany replied angrily, "Big Bruder, eat your own food!"

England then glared at Prussia and told him, "Prussia, be nice to your little brother!"

Prussia glared back at England and bit into the fish stick. After swallowing and thinking about the taste he replied, "I am being nice! For all we know he might have unawesomely poisoned his food. As it is, it doesn't taste like it."

"Is it really okay?" Hungary asked while picking up one of the fish sticks. In response, Prussia shrugged his shoulders and said, "I wouldn't call it the most awesome thing in the world, but it probably won't kill you."

With this said, the rest of the children started to eat their food while the adults other than America looked in the kitchen for anything else to eat. Lunch then continued without too much difficulty, and by the time they were done France and Romano came through the door. As they entered, France called out, "Hello! Little Italy, big brother France brought you someone."

Italy then quickly ran from the table to see who it was and saw his older brother. He smiled at Romano and greeted him with a big hug. During this time, everyone else came to the doorway and looked around before Romano asked, "So now what do we do?"

*So now for hot dog history: the hot dog that we know today came from Germany/Austria where it was called by many names including: Frankfurter, Wiener (in Austria), and dachshund wiener. This was a sausage made from pork (or sometimes beef in Austria) with a thin casing and served in a roll. the name Hot Dog did not appear until it came to America, with the reason for the name ranging from a cartoonist not being able to spell dachshund to people thinking the sausages were filled with dog meat.

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