Gilbert gasped and being in Arthur's grasp, there was nothing he could do. Frightened and scared, he just shook his head in an agreeable manner. Loosening his hand from the child, England straightened his shirt, and stood up. Glaring at the boy with a slight grin, he went to walked out of the room, and looked back.

"I do hope your dear brother comes to your rescue…otherwise I can not even imagine what will happen to you, or your backside. As you have pissed off each and every one of us."

Wiping his nose on his sleeve, Gilbert proving himself brave stepped forward and responded back with a pout.

"I didn't make Russia mad…he is…he is fine. He will not do anything to me!"

Shaking his head, England laughed. The other nations usually did not like to get Ivan angry, only because the nation was the most mysterious, and that mixing with his unstable nature might be a bad combination.

"Oh…Ivan? Hmm…well I mean…I would not want to get on his bad side, he had taken a liking with the use of birches. But you know…you keep thinking that nothing will happen. That's fine lad." He walked out of the room, shutting the door. Gilbert ran to the bed, and flopped down on his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

"I want my Vati…"

Germany and the two little nations got back to the house, and he held in his hand the bottle of the remedy. The first thing he had to do however was to get rid of the culprit powder. Looking down to the children, he was not going to exactly tell them he had the antidote. He did not want them to worry about what was going on, but he was going to bide his time before he actually went through with the potion.

"Um…why don't you two go ahead and play, maybe up in Italy's room or something?" He gave the children both an eye and Italy nodded nervously. Something was going on, but Feliciano did not want to ask.

"Si Germany, we will go in my room." He grabbed Japan's hand, and the two little nations ran from Germany and up the stairs. Once the door closed to Italy's room, Germany turned to the kitchen and walked towards it.

He needed to find the trouble potion. He walked over to the cabinet and opened the doors. Rifling through the objects that were there, he got slightly nervous because he could not find the dreaded powder. Knocking over several other bottles, and containers, he panicked.

"Mein Gott…I can't find it…its…oh no, where is it?" He put his hand to his forehead and he started to sweat, just when he was about to give up, he heard a clearing of one's throat.

"Are you looking for something Ludwig? Hmmm?" The voice sounded very familiar. Germany turned around with fire in his eyes and looked into the green eyes of Arthur Kirkland. The nation gasped as he looked closely and saw the Brit holding a bottle of the green powder.

"You…how the hell did you even get a hold of that?" He stood back looking to the door. He did not want to go any further because if all the other Allied forces could have been around, and with five to one, it would just be too difficult. He looked around the nation maybe hoping someone was with him. "Where is Gilbert?"

Smirking, and tucking the bottle back in his breast pocket, England winked and turned around. He spoke over his shoulder.

"This is what happens when you leave your home, and just leave the powder unguarded. And I suppose you want the answer to where your wretched brother is. You'll have to find some way to rescue him. Pip, pip Cherio Ludwig. I really must be off…oh and just one more thing…your brother is seriously the worst little bugger I have ever had to deal with. Goodbye now!" England chuckled and walked away from the door, having it slam close.

Germany stood in the kitchen, he was now very irritated. This was going to be a very difficult thing to maneuver. He walked over to the door and made sure it was locked. Then walking back towards the kitchen, a terrible pain ensues through his head.

"Its not fair Ludie…Vati always spanks me for everything." Gilbert was laying on his stomach on his bed wiping away the tears. Ludwig sat down next to him looking slightly bad for his brother.

"Well…you are bad big Bruder. Vati told you not to splash in the puddles, and you got the firewood wet. Vati was mad."

"Hmmmph…its still not fair." Said Gilbert as he leaned on his arms. "I just don't think I should be punished all the time. I can't say anything…cause…cause Vati is scariest ever."

Ludwig looked up with a smile and responded.

"At least Vati didn't spank you with the crop." He pat his brother's back, and leaned in close. Sniffing loudly, Prussia nodded his head with a frightening expression.

"Yeah…the crop is scary…and Vati is scary…"

Germany breathed in deep and grabbed at his forehead. He moaned slightly, and the pain was still deep. He opened his eyes and looked to the clock. It was getting late. He needed to prepare some tea and get the nations back so he could go and rescue his pain in the ass brother.

He walked to the kitchen again, and pulled out the tea. Walking to the sink, he filled a kettle with water. While it filled he could hear laughter from the children. He smiled down, and although it would be good to have the nations back to their original selves, he just wanted to get this done and over with. Once the water was in the kettle, he set it over a flame. Grabbing two tea cups from the cupboard, he set them down on the counter. The water boiled quickly and he took it quickly filling the two cups with the hot water. Adding the tea, and milk. He then took out the antidote, he added the liquid. He was glad that even though it was purple in color, he did not make a difference for the tea.

The cups were placed on the table, and to make it even more exciting, he went to the ice box and grabbed some cookies. He grabbed a beer for himself, and set it on the table. Once this was all done, he needed to prepare himself. He walked from the kitchen, and proceeded to climb the steps. Arriving at Italy's bedroom door, he knocked lightly.

"Feliciano…Honda…I am coming in." He said this loud enough, and opened the door slowly. Looking in, he smiled. Both boys looked up. They were playing with blocks that the little Italian had.

"Hi Doitsu!" Said Italy as he smiled and jumped up, running to the nation's legs and hugging them. Japan stayed sitting, and smiling.

"Hello you two. Um…I made some tea, and there are cookies. Would you like to come down and join me?"

Italy heard this and became very excited. He looked over to Japan, and ran over grabbing his hand.

"Come, come Germany made us cookies, and we get to have tea, and then we can play some more. Yay! Come on Honda. Let's go!" Pulling on the smaller nation's hand, Japan became excited as well.

Both boy's got up and ran ahead of Germany and arrived to the kitchen. Germany walked down the steps and saw that the boys were sitting down. He smiled, but was slightly worried on how the potion remedy was going to work. He did not want it to hurt the children because he had not been there when they were shrunk in the first place, and did not know what to expect. Sitting down at the table he took up his beer and took a sip. He watched as Italy grabbed the cup, but look slightly at Germany.

"Go ahead little one, there is nothing wrong. Have some cookies too." He smiled slightly, and continued to drink. Italy nodded and breathed in the tea. It had a soothing and sweet smell.

Japan nodded as well and put his lips to the hot beverage. Italy drank some of his and licked his lips. Germany watched with eager eyes as the two children sipped. He had no idea what was to happen, or when they would change, but he was hoping quickly.

"Mister Germany…this tea is very delicious…I like how you made it…you have gotten better and…arghhh….ehhh…" Japan stopped and looking slightly scared dropped his tea cup having it smash to the ground. He looked down. "Oh…um…Germany…what is happening…ehhhhh."

Italy looked very scared for his friend, and set down his cup, but stopped when he suddenly began breathing hard. He had a haziness in his eyes, and looked over to Japan.

"I…I don't feel good either, and….veeee….ooooh…Germany!" The little one grappled at his stomach. Argghhhhhh, something is happening to me!"

Germany semi upset at himself, and wishing he had never even went to the gypsy. He got up from the table and backed away watching as both little nations were now changing, morphing into their normal sizes.

Japan's body changed, and he was growing taller, as was Italy. The nations both screamed in pain, as their bodies were changing drastically. This was very hard to watch. Italy slammed his hands to the table and cried out as his outfit ripped, and his limbs changed in size. Japan was the same way. His little outfit was being torn, and shredded.

When it did not seem like it was going to end, Germany turned his head away swearing to himself. There was still some moaning, and he looked back to the boys.

"I am sorry….you two, I am so sorry, I just…" His eyes widened as he looked to the two. Passed out, there lay a fully grown Italy, and Japan. Their clothing in shambles, but covering most of their bodies.

Germany ran over to the couch, and grabbed off two blankets. He ran back over to the nations and placed the blankets over them, covering them evenly. Thinking to himself, he needed to wait for them to wake up, but he needed to go and see about Prussia and if everything as okay.

He ran up the steps and arrived in the washroom. Splashing water on his face, he looked into the mirror. This was going to be dangerous.

"Alright…this needs to be done now. I am ready big Bruder…I am going to rescue you." Germany stared into the mirror and something strange happened. His memories that he had been having all of a sudden were beginning to show because when he looked into the mirror, the reflection back was not him…but none other than Vati.

"Ludwig…you seem very anxious and frightened about something. What has been happening. Are you telling me deep inside this is something that you can not handle?"

Germany blinked fast, and looked around, making sure he was alone. He looked to his past, and then peeked his head out towards the kitchen to make sure the nations were both still passed out. Looking back to the image of his Vati, he had no choice but to respond.

"Uh…Vati…I…I am not afraid. I haven't been afraid in a long time. You raised me well…and…and Gilbert is…"

The reflection of the ancient nation gave a stern expression. He cleared his throat, and his blue eyes looked straight back at his descendant.

"Your Bruder? I am sensing you are not telling me something about him. Is he acting in a way that would not be to my liking? I must admit, while I am proud of the both you very much…I am watching you two, him more than you…but lately…I have not been able. What is going on?"

Germany froze up. He did not want to really divulge everything, but he felt that because of the image of Germania looking down at him, he had to.

"Vati…this whole mess was because Gilbert tried to trick me into some sort of green powder. It was to change me into a small nation. I am not sure the point of it other than him playing a mean and cruel trick on me like when we were little, but it backfired, and caused Japan and Italy to change to smaller nations, and then I used it on him, he got kidnapped, and now is being held hostage. I have changed Japan and Italy back…but Gilbert is still with England and the other Allied Forces." Germany huffed having explained everything to his Vati.

Nodding his head, Germania had no other choice but to smile. He crossed his arms over his chest and would now reveal a plan.

"You need to go into town…*mumbles, mumbles*….approach the gypsy…*mumbles, mumbles*…once you have done that…*mumbles, mumbles*…lastly you must go and arrive at…*mumbles, mumbles*…and then he shall be very sorry and…*mumbles, mumbles*…do you understand?"

Germany nodded his head. He was slightly scared, but very understanding of everything that was happening.

"Yes Vati…I will do it. I thank you for your faith in me. I must go now. Danke."

The nation nodded, and soon disappeared. It wasn't until Germany looked into the mirror again that he had just seen his own reflection that the whole thing was done and over with. He breathed deep, and exited the bathroom walking down the steps. Arriving down to the area where he had left the nations, he saw that they were both still asleep.

"Gut…this gives me time to get some things in town accomplished. He hastily wrote a note, and left it on the table. Walking to the front door, he walked out, and locked the two nations in behind him.

Back in England's mansion, the five Allied nations sat around the table in England's conference room. He gave an eye to each one, and sighed with a long huff.

"Okay…this has got to end. What the hell are we going to do?" Said the Brit. He and the others had had a trying day with the little brat Prussia, but none of them wanted to give in, because they needed to still lure the Axis nations there. America piped up.

"Hmmm…well, I know we should maybe try to get Japan and Italy here, I mean they are still little squirts. It should be easy. With that, Germany will have to rescue them right bro?"

England shook his head. Though the plan was good, it should work…or so he believed.

Prussia paced back and fourth in his room. Since being imprisoned, he had managed to piss off Russia on top of England. Ivan managed to give him a swipe of the birches, and he was now pouting.

"Stupid Russia, ugh, it doesn't matter…nobody here scares me. Nobody! Well…I mean, Vati scares me…but. Hmmm, If I was big, I would kill them all!" In the time the boy had been in the room, he managed to just leave on his oversized shirt. It was the only bearable thing he could wear, being that his bottom was slightly sore.

Japan and Italy both seemed to wake up at the same time. Italy rubbed at his head, and closed his mouth swallowing. He looked around, and when he turned to Japan, he jumped up and became frightened.

"Ahhhh, Honda…you're….you're big…and me…look! Oh my, you and me are back to our sizes, and…oh…" Italy looked down slightly embarrassed at the lack of clothing he was wearing.

"Yes…we are back to our old selves, but where is Germany?" Japan stood up holding the blanket around his nearly naked body. He looked around, and noticed a note on the table. Walking to it, he grabbed it up, and began reading.

Italy stood up as well, and walked standing next to Honda. He read over the nation's shoulder and the two gasped. The plan was in effect.

"Come, we must get ready." Italy said. He ran up to his room, and closed the door. Japan waked over to his bedroom and closed the door as well. The two nations quickly dressed and met each other at the front door, but they needed to wait for Germany.

Paying the money, Germany took his parcels, and walked away from the vendor he had gone to visit. He quickly returned to his house, hoping the nations were back to their old selves. Walking through the door, he was happy to see both Feliciano and Honda waiting for his arrival.

"Germany!" Said Italy as he walked over, embracing the gruff nation in a hug. "Yay, look we are back to our selves. Look!" Germany smiled, and held the nation, but then quickly let him go.

"Ja, Ja, good to see. Now then…I assume you read my note Ja? Then if you have, let us go…time is of the essence." He held what he needed under his arms, and the three nations left and headed towards England's mansion.

The Allies were now rambling on to one another. Interrupting, and yelling. Nothing was getting done. Germany and the other Axis powers snuck to the window and listened carefully.

"Aright, this is what is going to happen…" Said Germany with a whisper. "I need you both to sneak inside. I have a few things to prepare and…" Italy looked at Germany with slight confusion.

"Where are you going Doitsu?" He said as his lip quivered. He did not want to be parted from the German, not after changing back now. Germany put out a hand to the nation's cheek.

"Don't worry about it…I need to accomplish something alone, just please…do this for me. We need to get Gilbert out of here…and it will not be a pretty sight…I assure you." He winked. Japan and Italy nodded, and they quickly left Ludwig, finding a way into the mansion.

The other nations sat at the table, until England stood up. He looked very irritated, and put his first to his palm, and spoke to the others.

"Alright then…America…France, come with me…we are going to show that brat who is boss. Russia, and China…in case the others show up, we need you to be on the look out. So come on guys, let's go!" he got up from his seat, and France and America followed Arthur.

Japan and Italy managed to sneak in undetected. Even though Russia and China were keeping watch, they still managed to get in. England's mansion was very large, and the hallways intertwined. Having no idea where Gilbert was being kept, they had to watch out, and listen carefully to any voices. Italy looked over, and quickly hid, pulling Japan, as he saw England, America, and France walking, and getting to the stairwell.

The two watched the three Allies run up the stairs, talking among themselves. Japan looked to Italy and nodded. Having the three disappear, the two followed and made sure not to be seen.

Prussia stared out the window. He swayed back and fourth in his oversized shirt and was now upset. He could not believe that Germany was not here yet. He was about to contemplate going out the window, when he heard the doorknob start to turn. He looked over, and his eyes widened because he thought there was a rescue. He was sorely mistaken. In walked the three.

America chuckled and walked with France next to him. England stood looking down at the boy. Gilbert was now upset. Having the three nations in did not scare him. Walking around the room, the three nations did not think their place standing through. They had walked in, leaving the door to the room open, but Prussia would have been very silly to escape now.

"What the hell do you three want from me? I am not afraid of you!" He gritted his teeth, and just glared. England who stood next to France just smirked.

"Little one…of course you are afraid…you have always been afraid of powerful nations…and we are powerful…what have you done to be powerful?"

Japan and Italy managed to track down the room from the voice. They gently tip toed down the hallway. Before they approached the room however, they felt an amazing presence near them. The two turned their heads slightly and Italy caught sight of someone of great decent. He gasped and flailed his arms, when Japan quickly held his mouth closed, and held him close.

"Might you be able to tell me if Gilbert Beilschmidt is in there?" The great nation of Germania was standing before Japan and Italy. Japan nodded his head, and said in a soft response.

"Yes…yes…Mister Germania…uh…where did you…how…?" Japan and Italy could not believe it. And for some reason something was very strange, as Germany was nowhere to be found.

"I am not afraid of stupid Arshloch nations like you. Thinking you are so awesome, and so freaking amazing. I am going to tell you. My Vati was amazing…but he is not here. You know what…he could kill all of you and its just crazy that I have to be stuck here with you good for nothing, stupid fucking bastards!"

Japan and Italy grew frightened as Germania walked past them and arrived in the room. Prussia had his back to the great nation and continued to shout out obscenities to the extreme. Feliciano whimpered, and he and Honda peeked their heads in.

England, France, and America were going to respond, but suddenly their mouths hung open as they suddenly witnessed who arrived into the room. It was somewhat of a glorious miracle, but also very, very frightening. Prussia not noticing anything continued his rant.

"And another thing…I will one day rise into power, and do something horrible to you jerks. Ha ha ha ha! This is what I think of you dicks!" The little nation finished off his triumphant tirade with sticking up his delightful middle finger, unfortunately it was covered by his shirt, so it made him look slightly humorous.

Nothing was said as Gilbert laughed hysterically, but he stopped as he looked to the three nations before him. They were not looking at him anymore, but to the nation that stood directly behind him, bearing a very scary and powerful looking switch. Germania had fire in his eyes, and a straight forward expression on his face. Prussia still not making any kind of connection, spoke to them.

"What the hell are you three looking at? I mean I knew I was awesome, I just didn't think my words had such meaning I suppose I should…"

"TURN AROUND GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT!" Said a booming voice from behind the little nation.

Jumping and shrieking from the unmistakable and very familiar voice, the boy slowly turned around. His heart beating through his chest, and a cold sweat forming on his forehead. Once he turned, he got the courage to look up, and there before him was the one and only Vati…his Vati. He gasped and backed away.

"Vati! What…what are you doing here…and….um…you didn't hear anything I said…and…oh no…Vati…please I am sorry…oh…ummmm…" The boy started to back away when Germania quickly stepped forward and grabbed the boy by the ear. Yelping Gilbert had no choice to accept whatever fate was coming his way. "Noooooooooooooo….Vati, no, no, no!"

"Silence right now!" The nation looked around at the audience of nations in the room. Somehow in his transformation, the nation of Germany had not really retained any of his body, it was pretty much all Germania, so the nation did not really know where he was. He looked around and saw a chair. Pulling the little one by the ear, he sat down, and forcefully threw the mischievous boy over his lap.

England stood close to France, and America had a scared straight expression. Frances was sweating. Italy and Japan had no choice but to stay where they were, as they were frightened of the ancient nation as well.

With the child firmly over his knee, Germania pulled up the boy's shirt, exposing his bare and small upturned backside. Giving a look around the other nations, he cleared his throat.

"With deepest apologies…I truly think this nation will think twice with the words he chooses next time. Isn't that right Gilbert?" Said Germania as he raised the switch in the air and it came down fully on the boy's backside.

Prussia gripped tightly to his Vati's pants and jolted from the pain as the first switch landed.

"Ahhhhh…ahhhhh Vati, Nein….Nein! Please!" The child kicked his legs, and a wave of emotions came about. Germania looked down, holding the boy still, and spoke to him.

"Count them Gilbert, and loud enough so these nice nations can see and hear how high you can actually count."

"Ahhh….*sniff*…EIN!" The boy burst into tears, and as the switch fell again, he knew from the past that he had to count, no matter what. Germania let the dreaded switch land again. "ZWEI!"

As the boy was being spanked, America gripped France's arm, and whispered to him, slightly shocked and very, very frightened.

"Oh man…and I thought I had it rough from England with the slipper…man, oh man, I feel bad for Prussia." France nodded furiously, and held his own backside. England looked over to America and held a finger to his mouth mouthing to the nation to shut up and looked back to the show. Germania continued.

"Keep counting you naughty, NAUGHTY, child of mine!" The switch landed again, forming a nice swipe of crimson on the child's bottom.

"Ahhh, ahhh…Vati…I am sorry…I *sniff* sorry. DREI!" All Gilbert could do is just accept his penance. The switch landed again, and he had to continue. "Wahhhhh…VIER!"

Japan and Italy were now really beginning to wonder had Germany wanted to really get back at his brother, and how on earth did he manage to have Germania appear. This would be something they needed to ask him later. As the switch fell, the boy was beyond sobbing, and his backside was clearly forming a deeper hue now. Going to finish, the swipes came down harder and faster, and the boy cried out at each one.

"FUNF!…*sniff*…SECHS…SIEBEN…ACHT…NEUN…" He stopped and halted a bit, as the last and final swat hit him. "ZEHN! Ahhhh, ahhh…..*sniff*, please Vati, I am sorry, I am sorry! Let me down, please…let me down."

Seeing as the child was indeed sorry, and so he should be, Germania let the child down. The shirt he was wearing rolled down, covering his bright red bottom. Jumping up and down, rubbing furiously, the boy was nothing but sobs and hiccups. Germania stood up, and the boy could not do anything but bury his head into the nation's legs, and cry hard into them. The nation looked around to all that were standing. He looked down to the howling child, and then spoke up.

"I am sorry for all this disgrace and damage the child has caused." He spoke in a straight tone, and then looked over to England. "This is your home correct?"

England still shocked at what he had witness gulped and stood forward.

"Er…yes…yes it is Mister Germania…I well…"

"I assume you have seized Gilbert because of something that was his fault to begin with?"

America looked to France, and then back to England. Arthur was not really sure what caused the shrinking of the nation, but he had to come up with something quickly.

"Uh well…we are merely trying to overthrow nations…Prussia was in our eyes, and well the shrinking is something you need to ask Germany, Italy, and Japan."

Leaning down, and taking the small crying nation into his arms, Germania nodded and smiled slightly.

"Ja…I understand." He looked over to Japan and Italy. "Come you two…back to headquarters, and you…" He looked down to the blubbering mess that was Prussia. "I have never been so disappointed in my life." Gilbert did not say anything, but sobbed into his Vati's shoulder.

The four nations left, not saying a word more to the Allied nations. The journey back home was a long and uncomfortable one. Arriving at the door, Italy was the first in, and hurried, walking into the kitchen. Japan followed. Germania cleared his throat, and spoke gently, as Gilbert had fallen asleep.

"I shall be right back, going to put this Wicht to sleep." He turned and walked up the stairs, like he had known every aspect of the home he was in.

With him gone, Japan and Italy muttered some words back and fourth, not sure what was going to happen. Italy still frightened looked up at the stairwell and had to take a double take. Seeing Germania from before, was now suddenly Germany walking down the steps. He had a tired expression, and once seeing the two grown nations, smiled.

"I could use a beer…I feel like I have earned it." He walked over to the middle table and leaned against it. Then seeing as both nations looked at him, he questioned them.

"What? What did I do?"

Both Japan and Italy did not know what to say, but they only assumed Germany knew, and was not going to share too much.

"Eh…Germany…explain maybe?"

Shaking his head, and grabbing a beer, he opened it and took a large sip.

"Nein…its too much to get into. Let's just say, its all over now. Let's just all go to bed, and maybe it will be better in the morning." He sipped more, and Japan and Italy, though curious, just let it be.

The three nations talked a little more, and then it was time to sleep. Italy ran to him room, closed the door, and climbed into bed. Japan drank some of his tea, and then too, changed clothing, and shut his door. Germany was the only one still awake. He stood by the front door looking outside to the moon. He blinked his eyes, and smiled up at it.

"Gute Nacht Vati…" He said, and then walked over to the couch, getting comfortable, and fell asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Three Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ugh, come on Italy, training should not be a chore, if you want to defeat those pigs, you need to focus. Come on!" Germany yelled to Italy. The three nations were all on the beach, and Germany was having the two nations do obstacles.

"Eh I am trying Germany, its hard. I don't like it very much!" Said the out of breath nation.

"Its no use, we are not going to win at all." He slapped his palm to his head. "Come on…let's go back to the house. I need a beer, and perhaps we can have some nice wurst." He sighed, and the three walked back.

Arriving back in the house, Germany was surprised, but not happy to see Gilbert standing in the kitchen. He was laughing as he was pouring a beer into a cup, and turned around to face the three. He held something in his hand, and was being slightly sneaky.

"Hey West! Japan, Italy…hey guys how is it going…listen…I made some drinks…haha…um, thought maybe you could use a refresher." He sloppily pushed the drinks forward which were two teas, and a beer for Germany. A sly smirk was on his face, and this alerted Germany that there was something tainted about the beverages.

"Ah, before we have a drink…would you all excuse me for a moment?" Said the nation. Japan and Italy nodded, and Gilbert looked at his brother.

"Heh, sure thing Bruder…just don't take too long." The nation smiled, and seeing as he had accomplished something, he walked over to the couch, and flopped down, kicking up his legs.

Germany walked to his room, and in a matter of moments and a little strength, emerged as the powerful nation from months ago. Looking around the room, his eyes narrowed on the crop hanging on the wall. Grabbing it up in his hands, Germania was ready again.

He walked down the steps, and Italy turned around, he smiled a scared smile, as did Japan. They looked over to Prussia who was whistling and shaking his feet.

"Oh what Ludie…taking your sweet ass time…don't you want your drink. It'll be a "little" bit of heaven." Prussia laughed at his pun of little, as he clearly had put in the same green powder from before. He had managed to apprehend it from England, and decided to have a bit of fun. He hadn't noticed however that Germania was not playing.

The elder nation walked over to the couch, pulled Gilbert up, and sat down, placing the fully grown nation firmly over his lap. Prussia did not even have a chance to object, as his pants were pulled down, exposing his bare backside once again. From the many months before, the nation was trying to forget what had happened, and if it had even happened. He now knew, this was not a dream but very real. And now his eyes widened as he saw what his Vati was holding, and it was his dear crop.

"VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATI! Nooooooooooooooooo! Please, no….I will stop with the pranks. I am sorry, more sorry than you know."

Germania did not say anything, but raised the crop in the air, and it came down hard. Reverting to mere child like tendencies, Prussia burst into tears with the first smack. He could not help it. The only nation that could reduce him to tears this fast was his own Vati. Germania did not even relent, and had the crop hit down five times. Kicking and screaming, Gilbert could only take it. Laying a hand on the grown nation's head, Germania smiled, and let the crop hit the final time, and then he released the nation.

"Go…stand in the corner…I am seriously fed up. You had better never get your hands on anything magical again." He pointed and Gilbert ran quickly while pulling up his trousers. Looking over to the others, he spoke to Japan. "Dump the beverages down the sink, and get rid of the powder. And Ludwig will return shortly." The nation stood up, glaring back at Prussia, and then walked back to Ludwig's room.

Japan quickly discarded of the drinks, and threw away the green powder. He then stood by Italy, and the two waited. Prussia sniffed loudly as he stood in the corner, not moving, even though Germania was now gone. Looking up to the doorway, Japan saw Germany coming down the steps.

He cast a gaze at the two nations, and smiled. He then looked to his Bruder.

"Come now Gilbert…come away from the corner…silly nation."

Rubbing his eyes, and his backside, the nation walked over to stand by his brother. Italy grabbed up a bottle of some Italian wine, and grabbed some glasses.

"Ah, let's just forget about the bad times, and go on to future good ones." He opened the bottle, and poured the drink into four glasses.

"Yes…this is Gut." He grabbed the glass, gave one to Prussia, and one to Japan. "May magic never come between us again…right Gilbie?" He slapped the nation in the backside, emitting a loud cry.

"JA! Ahhh…" The nation took his wine, and sipped. And for the rest of the time, all three nations, and Prussia continued on and carried on magic free.