((Haha, wow, it's about time I update this, huh? I was supposed to have this finished and edited AGES ago. Hehe. Sorry. Anyway, this should be the last chapter(unless I decide to write a bonus chapter or an epilouge or something later, but I doubt it), and then I can move this to the "Completed" list and get working on the other half a billion stories I have going on right now. XD ))

Germany grumbled something quietly in annoyance as he approached the old English manor. It was something between "reckless," and "have to get me involved...?" Nonetheless he knocked on the Briton's door loudly and waited to be let in.

Strangely enough, however, no one came to the door. The house seemed completely silent, actually.

Germany knocked on the door again, louder this time. From some ways into the house, came a muffled shout and a thud. After a few moments of consideration, Germany kicked the door open and went in search of the missing Brit and three toddlers.

He wandered down the main hallway, past a mysterious broken jar and some grey ashes, and further into the house. At the end of the hallway was another large room similar to a living area of some sort.

He'd found the kids...

Or at least their handiwork...

And England was a bit tied up in it...

Literally.

"Mmn mm mmna mrrr!" England cried out upon seeing the German. Germany walked up to the bundle of ropes and cords restraining the Brit and slowly untangled the bits of cord restraining his mouth.

"Vhat did you say?"

"I said, 'Get me out of here.' Quickly, if you could," England spat, clearly annoyed at his situation. Germany got to work untangling the various cords and ropes.

"How did you even end up like this?"

England muttered something.

"Hmm?"

"The little buggers are quick..."

"Where'd they get all these cords?"

"They unplugged all the cords from the television... and the VCR... and they somehow got the lamp cord too..."

Now that Germany heard it, he did see a small table lamp attached to the bundle of cords... two lamps, actually...

Once Germany had gotten England untied, it was back to looking for the kids. Well... after England put on some trousers... That was long awkward minute after Germany got those bindings off...

Meanwhile, the toddlers were getting themselves into even more trouble. The three of them had pranced their little naked butts into England's infamously dangerous kitchen. Prussia- who had figured out how to walk on his own- led the two crawling infants on a raid into the kitchen. Their first order of business? Knives.

Prussia spotted the shiny objects on top of the counter, and put his new-found climbing skills to good use. First on top of a chair, and then up onto the counter.

France- apparently bored with this heist- wandered off, in search of something more interesting to do.

Prussia, having reached the top of the counter, knocked over the knife holder, causing two of them to clatter onto the counter. He pulled another one out before growing bored of it and tossing it to the floor where it landed dangerously close to Spain- who of course- started to suck on it.

England and Germany heard a scream coming from the kitchen. They raced in to find Spain covering his mouth and pointing to a knife on the ground. England picked him up.

"You're the type of kid that puts everything in his mouth, huh?"

They looked around, Prussia and France were no where to be seen.

"Look after him. I'm going to see if I can find the other two," England said, handing naked baby Spain to Germany.

England jogged around the house, looking for any immediate signs of the kids. He went up to his room on the first(second if you're American) floor and he found France... Reading England's porn.

England face-palmed. Of course. What was he expecting?

"Come here, Francis, why don't you give that to Arthur?" he reached out his hand. France pulled the magazine away.

"NO!" he shouted. So while Prussia had learnt to climb and walk, France taught himself to speak. Or at the very least defy England in every way possible.

"Give that here..." England leaned forward.

"NO!"

"Listen here, you little brat, if you damage that in any way-" Francis ripped out a page and showed it to England.

"BOOBIES!"

Francis handed the torn page to England.

"..."

"Thanks," he muttered, gingerly taking the page.

Back on the ground floor, England deposited France(and the porn book) with Germany and Spain- who was now sucking on a ripe tomato.

"I found this one on first floor. Still no sign of Prussia though. He's got to be in the house somewhere... right?"

"Presumably."

"Either way, keep an eye on these two. They seem... distracted enough, but still."

England went off, once again, in search of Prussia. He scoured the entire house- twice- and there was still no sign of him. He even checked the chandeliers!

He groaned as a thought swept over his mind. What if the blasted tyke is on the roof?! He hoped that he wouldn't have to find a way onto the roof, but he went outside to check anyway.

What he found was not an albino child on the roof(nor a gross puddle of blood NEXT to the roof). Instead, he found Prussia, knife in hand, fighting a rabbit. A rabbit. Have you ever seen rabbits fighting? No? Go look it up. It's hilarious.

Anyway, so there Prussia was, wielding a kitchen knife- still in the nude, mind you- charging at a rabbit, who immediately bounced away. Prussia turned around and galloped after him. Again, the rabbit jumped away.

"He's going to trip and slit his bloody throat open..." England muttered. But he had to admit, it was an amusing sight.

Anyway, amusement at children in imminent danger aside, England had to get that knife away from him, and then somehow get him back to Germany... Well, the first thing would be to get that knife away from him...

England approached the toddler, frightening the bunny away(because somehow the child wielding a kitchen knife and charging at it hadn't done so already...). Prussia turned to look at him. England stared back at him. Aaaaaaand, suddenly there was a kitchen knife in his leg.

Prussia charged at him with the knife again, this time England jumped (stepped) out of the way.

"Bloody- Can you not stab me in the leg?"

Prussia charged at him.

"Clearly not. Okay well, I'll be taking that knife then..." England tried to yank the knife from the little Prussian's hands, but he ended up cutting himself on the blade.

"Bloody-! Why do I have such sharp knifes!?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER USE THEM!" a (suspiciously American) voice shouted from the next garden over.

Ignoring the voice, England focused again on the child-ized Prussia. If he couldn't take the knife from him, he'd have to just lead him back to Germany... with the knife... Lovely.

So, ever so slowly, England led Prussia back into the house, taking a stab every now and then to keep him coming. Finally he reached the kitchen- where Germany could help retrieve the sharp object from the tiny Prussian. Which of course caused him to scream and cry- which of course caused the other two to scream and cry.

"Lovely, aren't they? Keep an eye on them. I'm going to go see about reversing this spell..."

As England disappeared into his basement once more, Germany bent down to soothe the screaming children.

"You three aren't that bad are you?" As if in response, Spain bit his finger, Prussia knocked him over, and France had somehow retrieved the cords from the living room.

England returned to find three bad touch toddlers curled up asleep next to a very tied up Germany. Well wasn't that something?

((Lame ending is lame. Sorry, at some point I just forgot what I what I was going to do with this chapter, so I kind of had to reinvent it. So I hope it turned out all right, but I guess I'll leave that up to you. Again, sorry this took so long. I can have a list of excuses piled up on your desk by next Thursday if you really need it. Anyway, now that this is finally done, I can get back to... my immense amount of schoolwork... sigh ))