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Summary: England and France found little America and fight over the poor boy. England summons Russia by accident during his magic ritual. France backs out then, but Russia see's the adorable boy and wants him. Will poor America even have a choice in who takes him?

The Boy is Mine

"Damn you Frog!" England yelled as France tried once again to persuade the young child to go with him for his delicious food. England knew his food sucked, but his pride would never admit it.

"Come here little mon chere." France beckoned to the boy ignoring his comment, the boy though was trembling in fear of the older man. He had his creepy rape face on at the moment; the reason for the boys fear. England saw the boy cowering from France and smirked.

"Seems like he doesn't like you Frog, now step aside." It was England's turn to try to convince the boy to come to him. "Noow little booy come heeree. I won't hurt youuu." A creepy dark aura surrounding his body scared the little America even more.

France trembled, "Stop that! Your even freaking me out!" 'That aura reminded me of when Arthur (England) was a pirate. Hon hon and what a pirate he was.' His thoughts turned dirty as he watched him sit on the ground folding his legs in his arms in defeat. "Now that the poor kid is scared of us we'll let him go for today. But I'm not giving up yet mon ami!"

England mumbled under his breath as the little America thought about comforting him, but thought twice. America knew to stay away from France because of pervert alert senses and he labeled Arthur guilty of being one by association. 'I'll come by again maybe they're not so bad.' He ran off to his unknown place he stayed.

Arthur got up dusting off his bottom and thought, 'If I can't beat France by myself I'll just summon up some friends from the other side. Heh he heh.' He went home into his dark basement where he kept his spell books and a large pentagram in the middle of the floor. He set up the candles and stuff where they were supposed to be and got his favorite spell book. He closed his eyes, 'This is to win the child, Americas, love. And get him to hate France.' Arthur started chanting the spell. The circle glowed revealing a purple light.

"Yes! It's working!" He was excited for the spell seemed to be working. The light faded and a head popped up from the floor. He saw a familiar face with violet eyes staring back at him. The face smiled.

"You called?"

'Crap it's Russia!' England knew then he screwed up something. Russia saw the distress of the British man and smiled innocently and stepped out of the circle being a head or so taller than Britain even at his younger age.

"Why have you called, England? It is France Da?" He asked knowing it probably had to do with that flashy weak country. England glared.

"It was an accident that I called you here. I wanted the child to like me and not that stupid Frog…" England stopped there, but knew Russia was now going to ask questions.

Russia his human name being Ivan frowned with confusion, "A child you say?" Ivan thought about how a simple child would involve both Frances and Arthur to fight over him. 'Strange I think I will check out this boy myself.' He smiled at this new situation. Sure he already had his little three Baltic nations at his home, but he wanted to meet this new child. Arthur felt uneasy with the way the Russian smiled again.

"You stay away from America!" Arthur stepped in front of Ivan trying to look as threatening as he was back in his pirate days. Ivan just smiled at Arthur not making him anymore comfortable. He put his hands up in the air.

"I just want to meet this child. And his name is Amerika you say. Strange name for a boy. He must be a country then." Seeing the British mans face was enough conformation as he skipped ahead of Britain merrily at the possibility of owning another country. "I will sleep here for the night, but you will take me to see this Amerika." Not giving the poor ex-pirate the choice as he heard the threat beneath Ivan's light tone. England sighed. 'What did I get myself into?' He decided to deal with it the next day as to avoid the scary Russian.

*In the morning*

Arthur opened his eyes to find violet eyes staring back into his emerald greens. "GYAAAH!" His whole body jumping off the bed into the wall near his bedroom window.

The childish Russian clapped his hands and giggled excitedly, "Time for breakfast then it's to visiting this boy you spoke of." Arthur glare doubled in being rudely awakened and felt protective of the boy. His genius reply was, "Wanker!" But Ivan had already left the room to eat.

*After Breakfast*

Ivan walked with Arthur to see the child and France trying to convince America to come with him again. Arthur got overly pissed, "Frog step away from him! You dirty pedophile."

France looked insulted at that, "I may be a lot of things mon ami, but I certainly am not a child molester." He then noticed Ivan standing there looking amused and his face as innocent as ever. Frances face paled knowing if Russia wanted he could easily take the small country away. He turned to his friend mostly sworn enemy England and intercepted whatever he was going to insult him with this time, "Good luck mon ami, but I just remembered I left some bread in the oven! Can't let my house burn now can I? Au revoir!"

Arthur looked dumbfounded as did the child. Ivan was sure to get a good look at the adorable Amerika. The child was fare skinned and had bright blue eyes that could make you go gaga over the lad. His dirty blonde hair sort of reminding him of his favorite flower. He was tiny too like a toddler. 'Well he is a toddler considering he is a small country' Ivan thought as he then decided he will take this child for himself. Ivan looked at the Brit right next to him and smiled at the possibility at a fight with England. 'I will have him by Any means necessary.' His whole face going deceptively innocent and he approached the boy.