Liechtenstein crawled out of her bed, rubbing the sleep from her blue eyes. She shivered as her bare feet hit the cold wooden floorboards, and she pulled a fuzzy, worn cardigan around her.

The little German nation tiptoed downstairs quietly, shivering a little in her thin white nightie.
Jumping the creaky stair, she made her way through the hallway, past the kitchen, and into the living room. Her eyes flickered up to the clock on the wall.
5:35, it read.
None of the other nations would be awake now, and she had a while to kill before she could go off and help Ukraine with her farming.

Liechtenstein pulled herself into one of the armchairs near the smouldering logs in the fire. She gazed into the red embers, bringing back a faint memory of Christmas with Big Bruder.
She smiled at the thought that she was looking forwards to Christmas so much. Finland's obsession with the holiday seemed to be rubbing off on her.

Lilli took her eyes away from the fire for a moment. England was asleep on the sofa, facing towards her. Without that scowl on his face, he looked very young, despite being one of the older nations.
Liechtenstein sighed. She wanted her body back. Seeing England in the slowly brightening sun made his hair appear a greyish colour and she pouted a little. It seemed that Iceland, after being turned into a three or four year old - Liechtenstein couldn't tell - he had given up on his feelings for her.

She brushed her short blonde hair back out of her eyes. They had been "baby-fied" for about a week now. Most of them hated it but just put up with it. Others complained all the time, and Italy and Finland were just as jolly as ever. They didn't seem to be too bothered. Italy didn't even seem to notice.
But Liechtenstein hated it most. She loathed being a 6 year old. Her normal body only had the appearance of a 14 year old anyway, for God's sake! She cursed Sealand and his spells silently.

"I see you're not too happy." chirped a voice from somewhere to her left. The voice was a girlish, cheery Welsh accent and came from the little pixie seated on the arm of the sofa where England slept peacefully.

"Frauline Alice?" Liechtenstein whispered. "What are you doing here?" she said, hurrying over and scooping Alice up. She noticed that Alice's delicate wings glowed. Little specks of faery dust floated off her, and Liechtenstein's cupped hands were illuminated by the cold blue glow.

"I was asleep in England's pocket,"Alice said, gesturing towards the shirt folded on the floor. "But I'm here anyway because I wanted to tell you something."
Her voice seemed small and nervous now, and Alice shifted a little in Lilli's palms.
"What is it, Frauline?" Liechtenstein questioned, seating herself cross legged on the floor.
"Well, you obviously know that Iceland was attacked in the forest a while ago, and I've been doing a bit of hunting around in that forest," She mumbled. Liechtenstein was very glad for her sharp nation hearing – Alice was being incredibly quiet.
"Um.. well, I found something weird. It turns out he was attacked by a human." she said quietly, her voice a harsh whisper. Liechtenstein gasped and Alice quickly shushed her.
"You can't tell anyone, because it gets worse!" she hissed. Lilli was skeptical, but let the fae continue. "Iceland was attacked by a -"
At that moment, Ukraine's shadow appeared. Alice snapped her fingers and disappeared with a grin as she entered. Well, that's why nobody has ever seen England's fairies then... Liechtenstein thought. She could still feel the weight of Alice in her hands and set the now-invisible fairy on England's face.

"Guten morgen, Miss Ukraine!" Liechtenstein greeted her with a warm smile. Ukraine bent down and pulled the little German girl into a hug, buttons on her nightshirt straining against her bust.
"Guten morgen to you too, Liech!" she said, smiling. She carried the little girl into the kitchen, setting her on the little table in the center of the room and beginning to toast some bread for them both. Ukraine switched on her old radio, turning the volume down low so as not to wake anyone up. It was still ridiculously early – 5:50 am. However, she had to wake up this early due to her farming. Usually she would drag Liechtenstein, Romano and France out to farm with her, as they were surprisingly enthusiastic about farming. Romano was paid in tomatoes.

"Morning girls" Romano mumbled as he dragged himself into the kitchen. He sat down next to Liechtenstein, hauling himself onto the table, and his head dropped onto Lilli's shoulder. He was a bit of a zombie in the mornings.
"Buono tomato, buono tomato, ooh, tomato..." he mumbled in his sleep. Ukraine cracked up, and Liechtenstein held back her giggles. Liechtenstein shrugged him off and hopped down from the table.
"I'm bored," she said, blasting up the volume of the radio and holding it against Romano's ear. He awoke with a jolt and fell backwards into the sink, swearing like a pirate. England noticed.
"You stow that potty talk this instant!" he called, walking into the kitchen with France at his side. England started to button his shirt up, yawning a little. Ukraine found herself staring a little.
"Aah!" Romano screamed in a rather girlish way. "I'm-a sorry Mr. Britain sir!" he whimpered, having a flashback to WWII. "Liechtenstein has-a the potty-mouth! She's Switzy's brother- er, Sister! DON'T SHOOT ME!" he shrieked as Lilli glared. France "honhon"ed and began to munch on a piece of bread. He grumbled something about his beard being gone now. England ruffled his perfectly-combed hair into a blonde fuzzball and leaned over to spread butter and Marmite on his toast. Everyone looked at him funny.

"What? Marmite is good!" He said indignantly. Liechtenstein shook her head, smiling.
"Not really."
Arthur sighed, replacing the cap of the delicious brown substance.
"Are you lot going to be farming?" he asked, tearing another bite of his toast. Ukraine nodded.
"Da, I've got to." she said. France smirked.
"Zat is how you are so big, oui?" he snickered, looking at her chest. England gave him a cuff round the ears.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, little Frog." he growled. Ukraine glared at Francis. Liechtenstein and Romano went to pull on some shoes and sock. France followed, muttering angrily in his language and rubbing his head.
England looked over at Ukraine and smirked, leaning down to tie his shoelaces.
"Watch out from now on."

Liechtenstein breathed a long sigh. The sun was finally up, and Liechtenstein had been out for a few hours now. It didn't help that the clocks had gone back and that added an extra hour.
Lilli wiped some sweat from her brow with the hem of her dress, setting down her basket of weeds for a moment. She barely had a quarter of a field to weed until she could do whatever it was the boys and Ukraine were doing.
Liechtenstein plopped herself down for a moment, allowing herself a moment's rest.
"I wonder who attacked Iceland..." she murmured, playing with a piece of grass. She cursed her tiny hands inside her head. They hadn't been this small for more than 200 years and she was having trouble adjusting, and kept dropping things. She'd broken six plates already, and Ukraine was not very rich.

"You know, Lilli, if you're having trouble with your small size I could restore you back to normal..." a voice called from somewhere nearby.
"For a price," it said. It had a slightly feminine sound, and an obvious accent. It didn't sound too friendly either.
Liechtenstein looked around, confused. She couldn't see anyone and apart from the few remaining weeds, there was nothing in the field to hide behind.
She stood up warily, hand sliding over to where she kept the little pistol Big Brother had given her. Her blue eyes searched around wildly for the source of the voice, but only found grass. Liechtenstein decided to use her common sense and ran from the field before anything bad happened.

"Miss Ukraine!" she called, running up to the woman.
"Yes?" Ukraine replied, straightening up. "Vhat is i- mph!" she was cut off as Liechtenstein threw her arms around her. Romano chuckled, sucking on a tomato.
"Looks-a like the ragazza got scared." he said, yanking his shovel out of the ground. He went over to Liechtenstein and gave her a hug, before going over to finish turning the soil.
"What's wrong?" Ukraine asked, pulling Liechtenstein up, supporting her on her hip.
"N-nothing, Miss Ukraine, I just wanted to come back, I don't like it in the field on my own!" she babbled in one breath. Ukraine frowned, and took her inside.

Inside the house, chaos was erupting. Somehow Prussia, Spain and Denmark had gotten inside the house with beer. He'd managed to get Canada drunk, and said Canadian was mercilessly beating Denmark over the head with a hockey stick, screaming French swear words at the top of his lungs. France was "honhonhon"ing away in the corner, and America was cowering in a corner sobbing with "MOUNTIES" written across his forehead in black Sharpie ink. Spain was singing a Japanese song about tomatoes, and Italy had a tangerine jammed up his nose.

Ukraine covered Liechtenstein's ears and yelled out the house.

"ENGLAND!"

(A/N)

I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN LIKE THREE WEEKS.

I shall now reveal to you the truth about this story. There's no plot, never has been and I really need one. xD I wrote it originally just as something for myself, and posted it here because I didn't think it would actually get followers.

I've got THIRTY O_O

So thank you all so much xD

I really need to come up with a plot. I have an ending but no way to get there :P If you have ANY kind of idea for a plot PLEASE PM me D: I'll probably mash some together in an attempt to come up with something slightly original.

This chapter ended in total crack. This is what happens when I run out of ideas. And when I've ingested large amounts of sugar. And yes I ama aware that everything below that pagebreak sucks Dx

I didn't get much Halloween sweets today, it was pouring with rain and only three houses gave us food, but I had Coca Cola and Fruitella xD and I was dressed up as a ninja! WHAAAAAACHA.

I was going to make the chapter longer and make it nice and serious but I didn't want to delay any longer, and besides, it would've ended on a cliff hanger. Everytime I want seriousness they always do. Guh .

But yeah, happy socially acceptable cosplay day and have a great time eating copious amounts of sweets!