With a long-suffering sigh, Ludwig set his papers down on the table, noticing that (as always) he was the only nation who had even bothered to write a report. "Spain!" The young man in question leapt to his feet with far too much enthusiasm for someone who had been listening to Greece mumble his way through a ten-minute speech about how much he loved cats. "Si, si, I have several ideas about global warming!" As he bounced to the front of the room, America and Denmark exchanged a glance across the table. No one noticed that Alfred scooted his chair a bit closer to the Spaniard, smirking as he did so.
"So, in conclusion, I think that it would b-gah!" Everyone immediately shut up when they saw America yank Antonio's pants down around his ankles. Their silence wasn't because of the juvenile prank (this kind of #### happened every five seconds), but because of Antonio's questionable choice in undergarments. An adult diaper was wrapped around his waist, decorated with smiling turtles munching on tomatoes. For a moment, there was total quiet as the nations processed this, but it was broken by Denmark laughing incredulously. Spain's innocent green eyes filled with tears as he looked around the room-they were all laughing at him. Even England covered his mouth to stifle a chuckle. He didn't notice the blood rushing to Prussia's pale face, or France's sympathetic "mon pauvre bébe". Without looking anyone in the eye, Spain pulled his pants back up and rushed out of the room in a panic.
The instant he left, Gilbert stood up so fast his chair fell over. "WAS IN DER HOLLE IST FALSCH MIT SIE?" France rushed after his little boy, leaving Prussia to scold the other nations for their rudeness. He found Spain in the closet a few rooms over, curled up and sobbing into his knees. "Oh, no..." France wedged himself into the closet, pulling Spain onto his lap with a maternal smile. Antonio buried his face in Francis's shoulder, relaxing somewhat as his "mother" rubbed circles on his back. "There, now. No need for tears, cheri." "Quiero ir a casa," Spain said softly, unwilling to face anyone else at the moment. "I think that can be arranged. You poor thing, I'll bet you're tired..."
Not even an hour later, Spain was curled up in bed with France and Prussia lying on either side of him. "Would you like to hear a story?" France asked gently, brushing Antonio's hair out of his eyes. "Si," he responded tiredly. "Hmm...once upon a time, there was a little boy named Antonio." Spain laughed and shook his head slightly. "No, Mama, I know this one already!" "But it's my favorite!" Spain giggled and nuzzled his face into France's hest, silently telling him to continue. "He lived alone, and he was sad because there was no one to take care of him. But fortunately, his two best friends were very kind and loving-well, one of them was..." "Excuse me?" Prussia interupted. "I'll take over. His awesome friend, and the other one, decided to be his parents, because they were SO AWESOME! Kesesesesese~" France roled his eyes and kissed Spain's forehead. "And now, he has two parents who lov-are you listening to me?" Spain's response was a soft snore. The blond nation smiled faintly and kissed his forehead.
A/N: According to Google translate, these are the meanings of the French, German, and Spanish phrases I used in this story.
Mon pauvre bébe=My poor baby
WAS IN DER HOLLE IST FALSCH MIT SIE=WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU
Quiero ir a casa=I want to go home
Cheri=Darling