We Make Our Dreams Come Truuuuueeee [Part 2/3]
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April 20 2009, 19:55:32 UTC
"A lot of it," Hungary replied evenly. "I was surrounded by boys, and sort of... assumed I was one. My education was a little lacking in anything other than military tactics."
"I didn't know Hungary used to be a guy," America whispered with all the tact of a five-year-old.
England, trying to keep the younger Nation from a painful death by frying pan, said loudly, "Let's gather everyone in the main meeting room, and decide on what to do next, shall we?"
*
Everyone was several feet shorter than usual. Even Seychelles, who barely qualified as an adult anyway, had shrunk to a little girl with pigtails.
England took America's place at the head of the table, standing on a chair in order to be seen properly. "Is everybody present?" he yelled through cupped hands. "Canada?"
"Here!" squeaked a little blond beside France.
England studied him for a moment, and decided that, no, he probably wasn't Sealand in disguise, and returned to the rest of his audience.
"Um, um, excuse me!" said a little voice near the back. A small child in a green dress and white apron stepped forward, waving a hand to better get England's attention. "Germany isn't here!"
England frowned. "Has anyone seen Germany?"
"I'm glad he's gone," grumbled another small child in a dress.
The other child gasped. "Bro! Don't be so mean!"
England - and several others in the room - stared at the two. "Italy?"
"Hi!" said Italy cheerfully.
"Whatever," grumbled Italy's brother.
"Wow," murmured Prussia, "he's really chubby."
Spain had to restrain the Italian brother from beating Prussia to a pulp, who was laughing merrily at his victory until Russia placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.
"Why are they both wearing dresses if they're guys?" asked America loudly.
Italy giggled. "For a long time, lots of people thought I was a girl!" he answered happily. It apparently didn't bother him at all.
"Because it's cute," sighed Spain wistfully. He then had to keep S. Italy from beating him to a pulp.
"Why did everyone cross-dress when they were little?" mused America.
"You're wearing a nightdress aru," pointed out a child that could only be China.
"It's not a nightdress!" America protested. "It's a smock! Or something. Englaaaaand, China's being meaaaaaaan."
"Yes, yes, quite," sighed England, patting the sniffling American's head. "Has anyone seen Germany?"
As if on cue, the door to the great meeting room opened slowly. A small blond child with large blue eyes and a larger hat looked frightfully into the room. "I think I'm lost," said the child unhappily. "This isn't where I'm meant to be- "
He was cut off from asking just where he was and if anyone knew how he could get back to where he was meant to be by a squeal and a bundle of child Italy. "Holy Roman Empire! It's you! I haven't seen you for ages!"
"I-Italy?" gabbled the Holy Roman Empire. Italy is hugging me. W-what do I do? Italy is hugging me. "W-w... w-wha..."
"I missed you!" continued Italy, snuggling the Holy Roman Empire in a way he usually reserved for Germany - or anyone he'd known longer than ten minutes. "It's been ages! Sit by me, okay? That's meant to be Germany's seat, but we don't know where he's gone. He won't mind if you sit there, he's a really nice guy!"
The Holy Roman Empire's eyes darkened. "You like this Germany?" he asked softly.
Italy nodded enthusiastically. "He's really cool, and really tough, and looks after me, even when I've run out of pasta! He's really really nice and cool!"
The Holy Roman Empire's hands balled into fists. "I'll fight him for you," he muttered.
Italy just looked confused, which wasn't an unusual look for him. "Eh?"
The door opened for a second time to admit someone who, for once, was the tallest in the room. Sealand rubbed his eyes several times before he was reassured that what he was seeing was not some kind of weird hallucination. "Oh, wow!" he cheered. "I'm the oldest! Hey, hey, does this mean I get to boss around Jerk England and put Sweden in a cardboard box?"
"No," England and Sweden answered in unison.
Sealand put his hands on his hips and pouted. "But I'm the oldest here right now!"
"I didn't know Hungary used to be a guy," America whispered with all the tact of a five-year-old.
England, trying to keep the younger Nation from a painful death by frying pan, said loudly, "Let's gather everyone in the main meeting room, and decide on what to do next, shall we?"
*
Everyone was several feet shorter than usual. Even Seychelles, who barely qualified as an adult anyway, had shrunk to a little girl with pigtails.
England took America's place at the head of the table, standing on a chair in order to be seen properly. "Is everybody present?" he yelled through cupped hands. "Canada?"
"Here!" squeaked a little blond beside France.
England studied him for a moment, and decided that, no, he probably wasn't Sealand in disguise, and returned to the rest of his audience.
"Um, um, excuse me!" said a little voice near the back. A small child in a green dress and white apron stepped forward, waving a hand to better get England's attention. "Germany isn't here!"
England frowned. "Has anyone seen Germany?"
"I'm glad he's gone," grumbled another small child in a dress.
The other child gasped. "Bro! Don't be so mean!"
England - and several others in the room - stared at the two. "Italy?"
"Hi!" said Italy cheerfully.
"Whatever," grumbled Italy's brother.
"Wow," murmured Prussia, "he's really chubby."
Spain had to restrain the Italian brother from beating Prussia to a pulp, who was laughing merrily at his victory until Russia placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.
"Why are they both wearing dresses if they're guys?" asked America loudly.
Italy giggled. "For a long time, lots of people thought I was a girl!" he answered happily. It apparently didn't bother him at all.
"Because it's cute," sighed Spain wistfully. He then had to keep S. Italy from beating him to a pulp.
"Why did everyone cross-dress when they were little?" mused America.
"You're wearing a nightdress aru," pointed out a child that could only be China.
"It's not a nightdress!" America protested. "It's a smock! Or something. Englaaaaand, China's being meaaaaaaan."
"Yes, yes, quite," sighed England, patting the sniffling American's head. "Has anyone seen Germany?"
As if on cue, the door to the great meeting room opened slowly. A small blond child with large blue eyes and a larger hat looked frightfully into the room. "I think I'm lost," said the child unhappily. "This isn't where I'm meant to be- "
He was cut off from asking just where he was and if anyone knew how he could get back to where he was meant to be by a squeal and a bundle of child Italy. "Holy Roman Empire! It's you! I haven't seen you for ages!"
"I-Italy?" gabbled the Holy Roman Empire. Italy is hugging me. W-what do I do? Italy is hugging me. "W-w... w-wha..."
"I missed you!" continued Italy, snuggling the Holy Roman Empire in a way he usually reserved for Germany - or anyone he'd known longer than ten minutes. "It's been ages! Sit by me, okay? That's meant to be Germany's seat, but we don't know where he's gone. He won't mind if you sit there, he's a really nice guy!"
The Holy Roman Empire's eyes darkened. "You like this Germany?" he asked softly.
Italy nodded enthusiastically. "He's really cool, and really tough, and looks after me, even when I've run out of pasta! He's really really nice and cool!"
The Holy Roman Empire's hands balled into fists. "I'll fight him for you," he muttered.
Italy just looked confused, which wasn't an unusual look for him. "Eh?"
The door opened for a second time to admit someone who, for once, was the tallest in the room. Sealand rubbed his eyes several times before he was reassured that what he was seeing was not some kind of weird hallucination. "Oh, wow!" he cheered. "I'm the oldest! Hey, hey, does this mean I get to boss around Jerk England and put Sweden in a cardboard box?"
"No," England and Sweden answered in unison.
Sealand put his hands on his hips and pouted. "But I'm the oldest here right now!"
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