Erin: Yay for late Halloween updates-
*Cries because she wrote this and the computer deleted it*
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia! I also don't own Vocaloid since it's mentioned in the author's note at the end.
*Just looked up Halloween in China* Waaaa- They don't celebrate it like the USA or UK or Ireland and places like that? Oh well. For the sake of this story, let's pretend they do, okay? Lol, shh . XD
And two days in one for this chapter :D
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Yao nearly squealed. After about an hour of debating, he'd finally made Arthur a bunny, Ivan a panda and Francis a fox. You see, today was Halloween and they were getting ready to go out trick or treating.
"You look so cute, aru!" He grinned, blushing when Ivan gave him a strange look. He picked Arthur up and took Francis' hand, Ivan taking Francis' other hand. They walked out of the house and Arthur jumped down, running about like children do. Ivan and Francis chased after them, the latter giving a small grin. "I'm going to eat that bunny for my lunch~" He sang.
Arthur giggled and ran behind Ivan. "Save me! Save me!" He shrieked with laughter. Although Ivan took his seriously and brought his pole out from… who even knows and tried to hit the small French boy. Fortunately, Yao came over just in time and quickly grabbed the pole. "Ivan, aru! We do not hit people with poles, aru! It's naughty," he frowned. "Apologise to Francis right now, aru."
"But-"
"No buts, young man, aru."
Ivan groaned in frustration and turned to Francis. "I'm sorry," he huffed. Francis shook his head. "I do not forgive you. But, Mr Wang will just complain so, I forgive you," he said.
Arthur blinked and ran back to Yao, outstretching his arms. "Up!" The Chinese man smiled and picked up the Briton.
House to house they went, each time yelling "Trick or treat!" and receiving candy from whoever answered the door. By the end of the night, they had about six whole bags altogether. Yao made a mental note to give it to the nation who would have the children next. That reminded him. He had to get ready for the world meeting. It was tomorrow, after all.
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The three children had eaten dinner (Erin: I'm too lazy to think of what they ate so use your imagination~) and were now getting changed into pyjamas. They had a bag of candy in the room with them and were allowed to each it as long as they shared it and didn't make themselves sick.
Arthur had a lolly pop stuck in his gob, Francis was biting a chew bar and Ivan was eating some nuts. The three were just giggling and messing about, not even speaking. It was truly adorable.
Soon, bed time had come and the three threw the bag to the floor and curled up with each other under the blanket, slowly drifting into the world of dreams…
0o0o Next Day o0o0
Yao was already downstairs, breakfast waiting on the table. He was busy getting the meeting ready and was interested in who would be taking the children next. He'd have to warn them though.
"Yo! Dude! Hahaaaaaaaaa! The hero is early! Dude! That's awesome!" Yao's thoughts were disturbed by a loud, obnoxious voice with an American accent. No prize for guessing who it was.
Alfred waltzed into the house like he owned it and plopped down in the chair that had his name on it. "How is Iggy, Francy-pants and the commie?" He asked, sipping a coke.
Yao sighed. Western nations are so immature… (Erin: I couldn't help myself XD) He thought and glared at Alfred. "Well, they were sleeping, aru. I highly doubt it now," he sighed, continuing to put nameplates out.
"Oh, yeah. Some dude who looked like Iggy but with red hair and a blue outfit said he'd be taking the limey's place at the meeting. I think he said he was called Alistair," Alfred said, now stuffing his face with a burger.
"Big brother Alistair!?" Arthur ran down the stairs and jumped up and down. "He's coming? Does that mean Niall, Dylan and Niamh are coming too?"
Alfred shrugged and ruffled Arthur's hair. "I dunno, little dude." A distraught look crossed Arthur's face. "Oh-"
Ivan and Francis grabbed Arthur's hands and dragged him away at that point.
0o0o Time Skip o0o0
The meeting was at least half way through now and the children were getting bored until…
Poof~
Where the chibis once stood, was three children who looked about thirteen.
"Wha- Oh, Gods! It's the Frog!" Arthur yelled and immediately started fighting with the Frenchman. Ivan stood there, smiling in a creepy way. "It'd be funny if they ripped each other's heads off, da~"
A silence fell over the meeting room and even Arthur and Francis had stopped fighting.
"What? I just said it'd be funny…"
Yao facepalmed. They'd now passed the chibi stage and now have thirteen year olds. This was not going to end well. "Who's watching them next, aru?"
"I vill, kesesese~"
"And I'll help, fusosososo~"
Gilbert and Antonio grinned walking over and bending down to the teenager's size.
"I'm ze one and only, Gilbert ze awesome," the first grinned. "And I'm Antonio the, uh, tomato!" The second smiled. Ivan, Francis and Arthur stared at them before nodding as if to say 'go on.'
"Vell, ve'll be jour care taker for ze next couple of days," Gilbert said. Ludwig didn't think this was a good idea but didn't object and just nodded. He was happy he wasn't the one stuck with the children. Italy was enough to deal with.
Arthur shuffled closer to Francis when he spotted Alistair across the room, staring at him. Of course, the Scottish man was just interested in Arthur's current form but the English boy couldn't help but feel awkward. Francis took one of Arthur's hands and, to his surprise, wasn't slapped.
"Okay, so ve have three days to vatch zem and zen vill swap zem over vith someone at the Spanish vorld meeting?" Gilbert asked and felt very smart when the others nodded.
"Wait… If Prussia isn't a country anymore, what're you doing here, Gilbert?" Alfred asked.
Gilbert simply shrugged. "I don't know. To make your lives a living hell, I guess," he chuckled.
Arthur was definitely not looking forward to these next few days. The Prussian had already proven that he was crazy.
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Erin: Bad chapter is bad ;-;