After a good 3 hours of both confusion and snuggling, it had been decided that England and Ukraine would live together until Sealand and England's other brothers found a way to reverse the spell. It had also been decided that America was a pest, after he managed to pull half the keys off Estonia's laptop while simultaneously making Canada cry by taking his bear. But that's not the point.
They were to look after all the baby nations together. China would take Japan, as "10 children in one house, and Japan throwing hissy fit would be pure hell, aru. No matter how big Ukraine's house happens to be."
And it was pretty huge. They still had a ridiculous amount of kids, but Ukraine kept insisting that they would be fine. Nobody had had the heart to argue with Ukraine. She happened to be holding Belarus. That was enough to stop them arguing for the most part. Thankfully Germany had managed to drag Switzerland out of the meeting, and give Liechtenstein to someone else. He ended the meeting after that, and a few of the nations had donated their cars to transporting all the tiny personifications to Ukraine's house.
However, right now America was bickering with France in the backseat of England's car. Canada and Liechtenstein were asleep in the passenger seat, with Kumajirou sitting on the floor. Italy was drawing what looked like France. England stretched and sighed, his back stiff from driving.
"Right, everyone! We're finally here!" England said cheerily. Italy vee'd happily, and the Brit patted his hair, being careful of the weird curl.
England stretched his legs out, and clambered out of the car. He carefully extracted France from the car, plopping him down on the grass, and managed to stop America falcon punching him into Ukraine's car on the other side of the lawn. Said Ukrainian quickly came and dragged France into the house and England could be sure he saw an evil grin flash across the frog's face as he noticed Ukraine's large... er... assets. He sighed, chuckling to himself.
The Brit eventually managed to get America into the house. He really didn't want to go into the house, claiming it smelled of "Wussia". England didn't smell any vodka though, so likely America was just being a pain. And with the way he was thrashing, It was a miracle he hadn't knocked someone out yet.
"Oi! Ukraine! Can you help me with this here kid?" he called, accidentally slipping into a sort of Bristol accent. He covered his mouth immediately after he did so. It was very ungentlemanly. America looked up at him, bewildered. "Er... never mind!" he shouted, taking his chance and quickly pushing America into the living room. He slammed the door shut, leaning against it heavily.
Now he had to persuade Switzerland not to shoot him as he took Liechtenstein into the same room as France.
Ukraine was having much more luck. Apart from being groped by France – it seemed he has always been a pervert – nobody had annoyed her yet. Except Iceland's puffin who had been thrown out the window, much to the little nation's annoyance. She was now sat in the living room, stroking Lithuania's hair as he dozed on the sofa, his head in her lap. Iceland was playing hide and seek with Finland somewhere and the little boy was struggling to find the Finnish nation, who was chewing on some salmiakki behind a curtain. England was dragging in some other countries one by one, and she heard the door slam as he forced America in. Ukraine merely chuckled.
Eventually, the Brit managed to get all the nations into the room. Without getting shot by Switzerland! Miracles do happen. Italy was the last nation in and he literally leaped out of England's arms and went to hug Romano. The tiny tsundere scowled and started grumbling at him in Italian.
The larger tsundere, England, now happened to be sitting on the wooden floor, sipping his tea and conversing in German with Liechtenstein.
"Was ist das?" the little girl said looking at the air near England's shoulder. Her eyes followed something as whatever it was moved in front of her. She held out a hand and stroked the air gently. Ukraine was baffled, but England grinned at Liechtenstein and replied to her.
"Das ist ein pixie. Ihr Name ist Alice!" (A/N I'ma just write it in English, I can't be bothered with translations :P )
"Ahh, I see!" Liechtenstein said, beaming. Alice fluttered around her, the little blue-skinned fae grinning at her with those sharp-looking white teeth. "She's not like how fairies are described in the story books brother gave me." she said, still smiling, but a little confused.
"You can see her?" England said, slipping into his own language in surprise for a moment. He beamed at the little girl, and continued. "Well, the story books aren't usually right about those sorts of things. Most of the writers don't have the Sight," he said, giving her a wry smile. "But the pixies look much nicer this way, don't you think?"
The pixie had somehow gotten hold of a piece of Iceland's liquorice, and was munching away at it, seated on the floor. She wore a dress of petals like the storybook fairies did, but she didn't have much else in common with them. Her skin was a pale, sky blue, and her fingers were rather long. She had short, bobbed hair of such a dark shade of blue that it was black, and only appeared blue when the light hit it, and her eyes were black too. Two thin black antennae stuck out of her hair, and four shimmering blue dragonfly wings protuded from between her shoulderblades. Her face had a permanent mischievous expression, though that could just be Alice.
"You're not allowed to eat that, Alice!" England laughed, pulling the little piece of liquorice away from her and setting it down, where it was snatched up by Mr. Puffin.
"She has hair like me!" Liechtenstein giggled, lifting the pixie up so she could see her better. Alice flashed her teeth in a grin, and cackled. The little fairy said something in Welsh, then flew onto England's head, nestling herself in his thick, messy blond hair.
"Wait, what did she say?" the tiny country asked him, puzzled.
"Er, never you mind that!" England said hastily. He switched to Welsh and began scolding the pixie. Liechtenstein giggled, clearly Alice had been using bad words. She ran off to go play hide and seek with Finland and Iceland, the latter of which was clearly winning.
"Англія!" Ukraine called from her seat on the sofa. England turned around at the mention of his name, popping Alice into his shirt pocket and quickly coming over to sit next to Ukraine.
"What is it?" he asked her, perching on the arm of the sofa, one elbow resting on his knee. The Ukrainian smiled at him and asked him,
"Who vere you talking to vith Liech back zere?" She frowned a little as she said this.
"Oh, just Alice!" England said, proudly producing the fae from his pocket. Liechtenstein waved at her from across the room.
"I don't see anything, Англія!" she laughed, patting his hand. England scowled but never started his "The fairies do exist" rant because in the kitchen, he heard a loud crash, a shriek of "Maple!~ You can't cook burgers with a teapot America!"
England facepalmed.
(A/N) Sorry about the short, crappy chapter guys! I've got school starting Tuesday so I need to cut down my writing time a tad. I'm saying this after 2 chapters, I'm so pathetic :|
That reminds me! After only 1 chapter I've had 31 alert thingamajigs? And Greece's kitty even added me to their favourite authors? You guys are so lovely! It's only been a chapter :3
Англія = England
Salmiakki is a Finnish (i think) type of salty liquorice. I believe it's an acquired taste xD
And if you guys don't understand the few words of German up at the top I will scold you because they are ridiculously simple, ehehe.
For all of last night I totally didn't have the first half of this chapter up but now you may read it in all of it's failyness. Yes that's a word.