Hey dudes and dudettes, I'm back again with a new chapter for this story! I realised when I was re-reading the last chapter again I forgot to translate the words, so I will get that sorted out and school has been a big obstacle for me, when I try to upload and type up new chapters. Also I've changed the alignment, so I hope this is better for you guys to read! (This only counts for the story, not the author's note!) And also, just to let you guys know, Chibi!England say most words with a 'w' in them, because chibi accent!
Anyways on with the chapter!
After a long time of trying to settle things down, all of the nations were now sitting quietly in their seats (, expect for France, who was at the very end of the table, not wanting to get his 'beautiful' face destroyed again by the chibi Brit). They definitely didn't want to end up like France or suffer the chibi's ear-piercing scream again, and seriously for a child he can sure scream.
"So Artie, how did you become so short and all?" America asked chibi England, "Not like you were already short in the beginning…"
England glared at the American with his green eyes- he was definitely not pleased with the obnoxious nation calling him small, America would had shuddered at the death glare if the nation was so small and cute. The other countries tried to contain their squeals and urge to hug the Brit tightly.
"To bewin with; don't call me Awtie, its Awthur. AND don't call me shwort!" he warned the taller nation, as his green eyes turned omre serious at the end.
America held up his hands in defence,
"Alright, whatever you say!" he replied, "Whatever you say dude!"
Well, it wasn't exactly like what England had on his criteria, but hey! It was close enough! That was the least you can get out of America, being 'hero' and all!
"Gwood, and now moving on to the topwic." The chibi began, shifting on the books stacked on top of his seat.
Apparently, after being converted to a child, he could no longer sit on his chair and see what was above the table without some assistant. Lucky, there was some books laying around the place, so he wouldn't have to worry about having to share seats with anyone. (Especially the perverted France. *shudders* Sorry France fan girls!) Many nations who wanted to hold him were very disappointed.
"As you can all swee I have conwerted into a chibi." He told the other nations, "It hasn't done anythwing thwat may have done somethwing bad to my countwry yet, but it doesn't mean somethwing will happwen and it might twake a while befwore I fwind a way to chwange myswef bwack."
The majority of the nations in the room were all busy thinking about how cute chibi England was, making him very annoyed but he just decided to carry on. He cleared his throat loudly and got everyone's attention and made them brace themselves in case if he was going to scream again. But he didn't.
"So is thwere any quwestions?" he asked everyone.
Japan raised up his arm, England let out sigh. Hopefully it wouldn't be a silly question,
"Yes Japwan?" He asked the quiet, island nation.
"Do you think the current probrem is going to be temporary or permanent?" Japan asked him.
"I dwon't rweally know, but I hope its twempowrwary." England told the Japanese nation.
Japan nodded in reply, while stifles and giggling could be heard from all around him.
"What's so fwunny?" he asked everyone, as he looked around.
"Oh it's nothing!" Hungary told him, trying her best not to burst out laughing.
England raised an eyebrow, not quite believing the Hungarian woman.
"I-It's just t-the way y-you say-"America tried to tell the chibi, but then ended up laughing so hard that he fell to the floor.
Many of the other nations followed exactly what the American did and this left England very confused. He then let out a sigh and face palmed, this was why nothing could ever be finished or discussed at the meetings. Before the confused chibi could do anything, a pair of hands slammed down on the polished, wooden table leaving cracks on it.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" yelled a thick, loud German accent.
England cringed at the loud voice, he wasn't ready for that. Every nations stopped and turned to where the German was.
"Germany!" They all cried out.
"VE ARE ALL HERE TO DISCUSS AND FIND OUT A WAY TO SOLVE THE CURRENT SITUATION AND ALL OF YOU ARE WASTING TIME ON SUCH MEANINGLESS THINGS!" the German continued yelling.
"But-!" America began to say.
"NO BUTS!" Germany yelled cutting off the American, "NOW EVERYONE WILL HAVE ATLEAST FIVE MINUTES TO TELL THEIR OPINIONS, NOW REMEMBER TO RAISE YOUR HAND AND NO MAKING FUN OF ANYONE'S PAST OR HISTORY! UNDERSTOOD!?"
"Yes sir!" all of the countries called out expect for Romano who was mumbling about 'stupid bastards' and 'chibi' something.
A hand rose up from the crowd of countries, it was Italy. Everyone mentally sighed in their head, they all knew what the cheerful, but cowardly country was going to say already.
"Germany, recognise his friend Italy!" The German nation called out pointing to the Italian.
"Ve~ Since-a England is-a a bambino why-a doesn't-a somebody-a take-a care-a of-a him-a?" Italy suggested.
Everyone just stared at Italy in shock and surprise, this was the first time he actually said something else and pretty smart instead of his usual 'PASTA! ~'
"So-a is-a it-a a good-a idea?" Italy asked cheerfully, he was quite proud of his idea.
Every nation the snapped out of their daze and Germany thought about it,
"It sounds like a good idea…" he murmured out.
All of the other nations nodded, while England wasn't very pleased with the idea. He was his own country! He could take care of himself. Just because he was small doesn't mean he needs someone else to take care of him.
"YAY!" Italy cheered, "I knew-a it-a was-a good-a plan-a!"
"But who's going to take care of the little dude?" America asked him.
Almost every nation put up their hand when they heard America.
"Put-a down-a your hand-a, you tomato bastard!" An angry Italian yelled at a Spaniard.
"Oh Roma!" Spain whined, "Why do you always spoil the fun?"
"Don't call me Roma!" Romano yelled back at the Spaniard.
(Oh tsunderes… They are alike in so many ways…)
"I want to take care of the little baby!" Hungary said holding the camera with the picture of England she took, close to her, "Austria can I have him?"
"I guess so if that vill stop you taking photos of me and Prussia together for your 'collection'." Austria told the Hungarian woman.
"Oh thank you Austria!" she happily squealed, "You know me too well!"
"Ja, I do…" he mumbled under his breath.
"WAAAAAAIIIIIIITTTTTT!" England screamed at the top of his lungs again.
Every nation covered their ears once again cringing in pain, finally when he stopped screaming everyone removed their hands from their ears, thanking heavens that he had finally stopped.
"Remind me to get earplugs." America said to no one in particular.
"I dwon't nweed anywone to twake carwe of me!" England yelled out, but not as loud as before.
"But Angleterre, you're so petite now!" France told him as he held a napkin to his nose.
England sent a death glare towards the Frenchman who cowered behind the Prussian,
"Do you want me to gwive you anowther bwoody nose, you ower-sized frwog!?" England threatened the nation.
The small child then turned back to where the crowd of nations were all staring at him, may were still thinking he was adorable.
"Anywone else?" he asked the other nations.
Everyone stayed quiet and shook their heads.
"Gwood."
"Aww, he's so cute when he's mad, like Roma." Spain said just low enough for the chibi nation or the angry Italian next to him to not pick up on.
"Like I said, I do not nweed anywone to hwelp me." The British nation told the other countries, "I am well capawble of twaking care of myself! End of the meeting!"
The chibi looked down at the floor from the stack of books he was sitting on. Wow, everything was much higher then it seems… England gulped and slid down the books, he hanged off the edge and his little legs were barely touching the ground. The other nations tried their best not to chuckle at this. England let go off the edge and he landed safely on his feet, he let out a sigh of relief and waddled his way to the door, seriously it was a going to be a long time or him until he gets used to his new body.
He stared up at the doorknob, it was about two feet away from him. England tried to reach the door knob with him short arms but to no avail, he couldn't just quite reach it. The chibi let out a groan of annoyance,
"Does anywone mind giwing me a hwand here?" he asked the nations behind him.
A nation that he didn't see in the room before, stood up and walked over to the door and opened it. He was holding a small, white bear that seemed to stand out more than him and looked a lot like America.
"There you go." The nation told him, his voice was barely above a whisper.
"Umm, thanks… err-"England began.
"Who are you?" The bear asked him.
"I'm Canada, I'm your owner." he sighed.
Oh now England remembered… Well not quite. (No pun intended!)
"Oh hey Matt!" America said waving to his brother, "When did you get there?"
"I was here the entire time…" Canada told his brother.
"What? Sorry I didn't catch that." America said straining to hear what he was saying.
Canada let out another sigh, it's hard when you're never noticed by anyone. (I can relate to that…)
Hey guys going to have to cut it off here! Sorry for the long wait, I haven't been getting any good ideas lately, but I still managed to update this story! I also began a new series of one-shot mostly based around the horror genre, so if you are interested you should check it out, it's called; 'HetaHorror'. And also updates are going to be very slow, I'm sorry but you guys are going to have to bear with me. I hope you do understand the concept of school and such!
So finally Canada made an appearance, and holy mackerels! Nine followers already! This is probably one of the most popular stories I had ever since I started writing fanfictions about Hetalia, it really motivates me! And also in the reviews someone told me about the translations and I'm sorry if I make any mistakes when translating! Like many authors I used Google Translate, not the best type of way to do it but hey! Beggars can't be choosers, right?
Anyway enough of that! Remember to review, like, share and stuff and as always, see you in the next chapter!
Hasta la Pasta! ~
And remember to keep on reading!