It was a fairly ordinary world meeting. America was making some ridiculous suggestion, Prussia was stood on the table yelling about his awesomeness, England and France were at each others throats, Russia was hiding behind Lithuania, Belarus was stalking Russia, Greece was lazily arguing with Turkey, Italy was snoozing on Germany's shoulder, Japan was quietly exchanging yaoi pictures with Hungary, and Romano was screaming something angrily in Italian because Spain had pulled him onto his lap. What wasn't normal about the world meeting was that Sealand hadn't been thrown out yet. In fact, nobody had noticed his presence yet. The micronation had snuck in just before the meeting started, and hidden under the table. He was currently trying to hold in his giggles as he listened to England screeching at France.

"Y-you wanker! I do NOT have feelings for America! So... so... erm, er, just go away will you! Bloody frog!"

"Ooh la la, Rosbif is in love with America!"

"Sh- SHUT UP!"

Sealand had watched enough anime to understand what Japan meant when he whispered "super-kawaii tsundere!" to Hungary, and burst into a fit of silent laughter. He was laughing so hard that he rocked backwards and fell onto someone's leg. He sobered up instantly and froze in place. He waited for the yell, and the hand grabbing his collar and throwing him out the conference room, but it never came. He cracked open one eye and peered fearfully up at whoever he had fallen on. Sealand released an audible sigh of relief. It was Denmark.

"Hey, Sea, you bored down there kiddo?" he whispered, grinning.

"Well, It's funny listening to Jerk Iggy getting angry but yes. Why?" the micronation whispered back. Denmark didn't say anything back. He just pushed a packet of white chalk into Sealand's hands and winked at him, straightening up and resuming watching the chaos that was the World Conference.

Under the table, Sealand doodled himself on top of the world. He drew Jerk England lying on the ground dead while he stood on top of him, captioned, "Sealand for the win!" It was fun drawing the silly pictures, but after a while, Sealand got bored and started to chalk a pentagram on the floor. He had seen Jerk England doing it a thousand times, and remembered the symbols perfectly. Various nations kept smudging his neat chalk lines with their feet, forcing Sealand to redraw the lines, but eventually the pentagram was finished, and Sealand began to chant quietly under his breath.

"Santo Rita Mita Meta, Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin, Jack LaToya Janet Michael, Dumbledora the Explorer!

Harry Albus Ginny Molly, Arthur Merlin Accio!

Mae pob gall y rhai sydd yn cyffwrdd y cylch, eu hoedran yn newid!"

Above the table, England paled as his ears caught the Welsh words and he bolted away from the table, dragging a few people with him. And just in time too, because at that very moment the table exploded. A huge cloud of smoke and a loud bang filled the air and the nations who had not been dragged with England were flung backwards. Several of the female nations screamed, and so did a fair few of the male nations.

The nations slowly began to stand up, looking around wildly for their companions through the slowly clearing smoke. England marched right over to Sealand, who was cowering in the middle of the chunks of table. The angry Brit took one look at the chalk lines and facepalmed.

"Right, which tosser gave him chalk?" he yelled, glaring around the room. The room was completely silent until a certain Dane shouted something about making a strategic retreat and shot from the room. Norway and England exchanged a glance and sighed in unison.

Everyone heaved themselves up, coughing and grumbling. Germany shouted something about making sure there is no damage when suddenly Sweden yelled out in shock.

"M' w'fe!?"

Everyone looked round at him. The tall Scandinavian nation was holding up a 8 year old boy who looked exactly like Finland. This little boy was wearing Finland's clothes, but they were far too big and hanging off him. He was also wearing Finland's little white hat which flopped down over one eye adorably. Everyone gasped and began to look around the room.

Most of the nations were gaping or gasping. Others bent down to get a closer look. Just under a third of the nations seemed to be in child form. All of them seemed to be different ages, ranging from cute 1 year-olds – Romano and Italy – to the oldest, a 13 year old Japan who seemed to be sulking and mumbling in Japanese.

Everyone stopped looking around for a moment as they heard a soft sobbing. The countries all turned around, and their eyes widened at the sight of England hiding his face. He was clearly crying, and China made a few steps towards him. "England, are you okay aru? What ha-" he was cut off as the short island nation uncovered his face, and a smile smile spread across his face. He wiped his tears away but they didn't stop falling as he almost sprinted towards the blonde 5 year old on the other side of the room. England grabbed the startled boy and hoisted him up, pulling him into a huge hug. The tiny personification of America snuggled into England's warm red sweater vest and breathed in the wonderful scent of tea and lavender. England was completely aware of the cooing and stares of the other nations, but he couldn't care less at that moment in time. He finally had his little America back! He could barely believe it, and cried quietly and happily into the boy's shoulder.

All the countries were smiling at the adorable scene before them, and most were clutching a cute kid. Others were cursing that their friends were going to be cuddling babies rather than going out drinking *cough* PRUSSIA*cough* and Romano and Italy were being intensely snuggled by Spain, who was rambling to a rather irritated Germany in Spanish about how cute they were.

Ukraine, however, was getting rather jumpy and agitated. She was stroking the hair of a tiny 3 year old Belarus, and as much as she loved that the nations weren't all fighting for once, she was getting increasingly worried. The busty Ukrainian hastily shoved Belarus into the arms of a rather surprised Russia, and jumped onto a chair. She inhaled such a large breath that one of the buttons burst off her shirt, and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Заткнися! "

The room fell abruptly silent, and even England looked up from his hug with America and Canada.

"As much as I enjoy seeing you all happy and not arguing, I have to know some things," the tall woman said, holding Belarus in front of the small hole in her shirt. "The first thing being, vhat are ve going to do vith all zese baby nations? Zey may be cute and cuddly, but zey cannot look after zemselves!" Ukraine said fiercely. A general murmur of agreement ran around the room.

"We shall have to get someone to look after them all, aru!" China piped up excitedly from the corner of the room, where he was holding down a struggling Japan.

"Vell, of course, but like, who? I like, totally don't vant to get my hands covered in baby poop and stuff. I just totally had my nails done!" Poland moaned, pushing Lithuania away from him slightly. "Kids are like, icky." he said, receiving a few glares from the few kid nations who were old enough to understand what he meant.

"I vas thinking zat England and I should look after the little nations!" Ukraine said brightly, beaming around at everyone. Everyone had a look of total bewilderment plastered on their faces, including England.

"Wh-what? Wh-why me?" he spluttered, looking over the heads of the two North American nations on his lap. Ukraine just grinned.

"Це очевидно. Because you have raised many colonies, and you absolutely love children!" the Ukrainian nation said, beginning to climb off the chair. England was speechless. Almost.

"W-well I'm honoured that you think I should do it, but how on earth do you know that anyway? I...er..." the Brit stammered.

"You do not tell people your hobbies or likes and dislikes, even though they are completely obvious aru!" China yelled, running after Japan who was circling the room trying to escape from the Chinese man. England covered the eyes of the nations on his lap and stuck his finger up at China, glaring.

"Do it England!" Latvia cheered from a corner. "Do it! Do it!" he began to chant. Estonia, Ukraine, and Poland all chanted along with him and England blushed bright red.
"Er, I-er...okay.." he mumbled, sinking lower in his chair and attempting to hide behind Canada. Of course, the nations saw right through him. Quite literally.

"Hooray!" cheered Poland. "Now totally I don't have to like, take care of Liet again!"

"I'm pretty sure it vas ze other vay around, Poland." Austria sniffed. Poland just picked at his nails. Ukraine smiled warmly. England just turned an even darker red, making America laugh.

(A/N) Hey there guys! If anyone is reading this then thank you so much! I want your honest opinion on my story, if you love it, then say so in a review! :D If you think it honestly sucks, tell me but give me a reason why you hate it. If you just say "Omg dis lyk sux" then I'm gonna go cry because of your bad grammar. Also it isn't encouraging :(

Also, my sister just read this for me! Miracles do happen. But she's confused on which countries have had their ages changed. So I made her a list :)

Lol I wasn't really doing this on how old the countries are. I just went with whatever came into my head first. Also, how cute is baby Feli? :D

America and Canada: 5

Romano and Italy: 1 year

Japan: 13. Please don't ask why he was running from China, but I have this theory he hates him at this stage xD Teenage rebellion and whatnot.

Lithuania, Finland: 8

Belarus, Iceland: 3

Liechtenstein: 6

Ukraine and England are gonna be busy haha. I have this headcanon that England would be an amazing dad. Or a really cool uncle/older brother xD And Ukraine is Ukraine. Anyway, thanks for reading and stuff! (Long author note, dear lord)

Translations:

Заткнися! - Ukrainian for shut up.

Mae pob gall y rhai sydd yn cyffwrdd y cylch, eu hoedran yn newid! - It's something like "all those who touch the circle will have a different age" I can't think of good spells xD And yes England can understand Welsh :3 I have this headcanon, all the UK brothers speak each other's languages. Mostly they use Gaelic or Old English with each other. Old English is really different from modern English and I find that awesome. Now byebye!