Kindergarten Angst Ch. 3

Germany looked down at the area that he and Japan had cleaned, but it wasn't perfect to his liking. Grumbling as he got down on his knees, he wanted to make sure his home was spotless, as any specs of dirt or grim made him extremely irritable. Once he was finished, he noticed it was rather quiet. He stood up and walked over to the couch and saw that Japan had curled himself up into a ball and was sleeping soundly.

"Japan…hey…um…are you asleep?" Germany watched, and then with the child not responding, he knelt down and picked him up into his arms. Honda put his arm around the German's neck and Ludwig's eyes suddenly widened. He felt a somewhat closeness to the child, and then walked towards the boy's bedroom.

Opening the door, he saw that the room was immaculate, much to Germany's liking. He couldn't believe Japan was such a neat little nation. Walking over to the bed, while still holding the child, he pulled back the covers and set him in the bed. Tucking him in, he watched as the child's head nuzzled into the pillow. Smiling, he walked out of the room, and closed the door, only to hear the slight humming of a little voice. Looking over to the counter was little Italy reaching into the cupboard trying to find something.

Germany smirked and walked over to the child. Italy was grabbing random things, some he liked, and some he did not. He must have gotten hungry while he was in his room. Never really one to listen to Germany even when he was older, he just figured he would do things his way. Repercussions from Germany would be often severe when he was in training, but he often did not care. As he was taking things down, he felt a presence behind him. Turning around, he froze as he was quickly snatched up into Germany's arms.

"Und what do you think you are doing Feliciano? I thought I put you to bed…soundly if I might add…hmmm?" The child struggled and panicked, he started to cry and held on to the German tightly.

"Doitsu Doitsu!!!!" Italy cried to the nation as he was grabbed, feeling slightly scared. Frightened Italy always made Germany hinder to the nations needs.

"Okay…okay what?"

"I'm hungry Germany. I want something to eat…please don't be mean to me!"

Germany had felt bad for chastising the child, but not too bad, the child had really behaved appallingly.

"I am not going to be mean to you, its just that you should not be up on the counter, you could fall. Um…" He looked around and noticed a loaf of bread sitting on the counter. He figured he would keep it simple, and just give the child bread with some milk, as he wasn't in the mood to cook. "Come, I will make you some bread and butter, sit over at the table Italy."

He set Feliciano down, and running over to a chair, pulled it out and climbed into the seat. Germany cut two pieces of bread, slathered them with butter, poured some milk into glasses, and walked over to the table. He gave Italy his slice, and the child hungrily bit down, happily chewing. Germany smiled, and consumed his own slice. The boy ate and then would sip his milk. He was so delightfully happy, completely forgetting that Germany had punished him.

"Calm down Feli…you are going to choke. Now finish up your food, and then it is back to bed for you. I haven't forgotten the way you behaved."

"Yes Germany…" The child kept his head low and gulped a few more bites. Once he was finished, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Ludwig walked over to him, and lifted him out of the chair.

"Come…you need to go back to bed, it is late."  He held the boy with care, and Feliciano did not object. He rubbed his eyes, and leaned his head on the older nation.

Germany walked up the steps and approached the boy's room, once again placing the child in his bed, and covering him. He looked down, and Italy seemed to automatically zonk out. Once he was soundly asleep, Germany waked out of the room and closed the door. He pressed a finger to his temple, as he was developing a slight headache. Walking down to the kitchen, he opened the ice box and grabbed a beer. The night was still early, and he was in need of the beverage right now.

As he sat down, and drank…he was thinking how could anything like this happen? Why would the two nations suddenly change into children without warning? Squinting his eyes, he forgot about his headache. It wasn't getting better. Feeling like he needed something, he walked down to the bathroom, and opened the cabinets to find a bottle of pain reliever. Taking one of the pills, he swigged it down with his alcohol, even though he wasn't not supposed to. Once that was done, he closed the bottle and set it down.

Still having no idea how the children would be turned back into adults. He wanted to face the Allied forces.  This of course would not happen for two reasons. One because clearly the state of Japan and Italy, and two…Germany would be mortified beyond belief. He would be laughed at by the others. He could only imagine what the others would think of big strong Germany, and two little puny nations to fight. He laughed to himself, and shook his head. The headache was finally going away, and he could rest. He walked up the steps to his bedroom. Passing by Italy's room, he cracked the door open. The child was passed out sleeping, exactly the way he had left him. Smiling to himself, he closed the door, and walked to his own room.

Morning arrived, and Germany rolled over in his bed. His eyes widened as before him sat two little boys staring at him. Sitting upward, the two giggled. Germany rubbed his eyes. He looked over at the clock and saw it was very early, but it didn't matter to two small children that were wide awake.

"Hello you two…isn't it a bit early to be awake?"

"You have to make breakfast…" Said a shy Japan as he looked over to Italy.

"Yes! Germany…breakfast, make us some breakfast!" He grabbed Honda's hand, and the two tore off the bed, making their way to the downstairs area, giggling loudly.

"Ugh…Gott…so it wasn't a dream…" Germany slapped his hand to his forehead, and walked down the steps. The two children were running around the table, which Ludwig quickly halted. "Stop it, right now…the both of you. One of you is liable to fall down, and then I have to deal with someone crying if you had hurt yourselves. Go sit down at the table…Honda…Feliciano, and I will make something to eat."

The two children nodded and went to the table. Germany walked to the kitchen, and debated on what he was going to make. He took out a large pan, and set it down on the cook top. Just as he was about to start, Japan spoke up.

"I want some milk tea Germany." He pursed his lips together, and this got the attention of Italy as well.

"Ooooh I want some too Germany…please?" The child flopped his hands down on the table, tapping loudly. Germany could feel his headache returning.

"Okay okay you two. Let me see where I can find some." He walked over to the cabinet and searched through. Some bottles of other spices fell off the shelf, but he could find what he was looking for. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned back to Japan. "I am sorry Honda…it looks like I don't have the tea…I will have to make the two of you some hot chocolate instead. Is that alright?"

"Yeah! Hot chocolate, yay!" Italy hopped up and down in his seat, while Japan looked less than enthusiastic. He folded his arms down on the table, and leaned his head down, sulking.

Germany did not pay attention, and poured some milk into a pan, and added some cocoa. Setting the flame, he stirred, and looked over at both boys. He noticed that Japan was being awfully quiet. Setting the spoon down, he walked over to the table.

"Okay…so I will make Pickert for you…I know you both like potatoes, and the cocoa will be ready in a moment." He turned back around and started to gather the ingredients. He hadn't noticed though that Italy climbed down from his chair and ran over to stand by Germany. The little nation was intrigued. Looking down, Germany smiled, and spoke. "Oh so you are going to help me…alright." He picked the child up and let him sit on the counter.

Japan on the other hand became very quiet, and annoyed that he could not have his tea, slipped down off his seat, and slowly, made his way to the entrance door. It wasn't a very heavy door, and the boy just wanted to explore. Maybe his tea was outside by chance. Maybe Germany hid it because he himself did not like tea. A five year old child's mind was strange. This is what he thought, so he left the house without Germany or Italy noticing.

The little boy walked around and got interested in a grasshopper. The creature was so peaceful, and this made the child happy. He did not care nor worry about the tea now. Not having really ever been at Germany's home, he looked around. It was lonesome, and somewhat scary. The child looked up at the clouds, and they were starting to get somewhat dark. Rain would come. He wandered, following the gentle bug as it hopped.

Meanwhile, at the stove, Germany held onto Italy's hand as they put the potato pancakes in a griddle. The cakes cooked, and Italy laughed at the sizzling noise. Germany thought this was nice, that he was getting used to the fact that the two nations were children. It would have to end sometime, but he was fond of the time now.

"Hey Japan…don't you want to join us and…" He looked over at the table where he expected little Honda to still be pouting, but when the table was nothing more than an empty chair, he suddenly panicked. "Japan? Japan…where are you." Lifting Italy off the counter and on the floor, he quickly turned off the gas, and scratched his head.

He searched the room, and then went into Japan's room, to see if maybe the boy wanted to play in his room alone. Not finding the boy there, he walked back to the kitchen where the smiling Feliciano was standing. Looking at Italy, he knelt down.

"Feli…was Japan at the table when you came over to help me?"

Italy nodded, but did not say anything. He looked up at the steaming cakes, and got sad.

"Germany…I want potato cakes…I want them! Look, they are done, and that means we can eat them!"

"Ja, Ja…but…we need to be patient. I need to find out where Japan went off to. If he is lost, he is most likely scared…and you don't want your friend to be scared do you?"

Italy scratched the side of his leg, he looked around, and noticing the pancakes, he started to get upset.

"No…I want pancakes…and I want Japan…where is he Germany?"

"That is precisely why I am looking for him. Come…we will have to eat later." He looked down at Italy who seemed like the end of the world had just happened. Eyes growing wide, and tears starting to form, he bit back his lip. Germany raised an eyebrow. "Oh for…what? What is the matter now?"

"But…Germany…I wanna have breakfast…I want to…our food is going to get cold and…and…its not fair…because you made breakfast!"

Germany did not want to deal right now, so he took one of the cakes, and handed it to the child, trying to please him in this little way. Italy snatched up the cake, but not before Germany held it in his hand, giving the boy a stern stare.

"Feliciano…naughty…you don't grab out of someone's hands. Now if you would say please, then you may have it."

"Pweese Germany?" He hopped up and down. Germany reluctantly handed him the cake, and the boy was now happy. He took several bites and was in his own little heaven.

Japan who had now been outside for a while now was looking at all the delightful plants and flowers. He had followed the cricket, but because that was slightly boring, he went to find something else…but when he looked up, he noticed that the area was not familiar to him. He had strayed too far from the house, and this scared him very much. The boy planted himself on the ground, clasping his knees. He began to cry, and wondered if he would be found. Germany and Italy would be so sad if he was lost forever.

"Come Italy…we need to go outside and find little Honda…" Germany held out a hand, and the little Italian who was munching on his pancake embraced the man's large palm.

As they walked, Germany had to make sure of his surroundings. He knew the Allied forces might be in the area, and awaiting attack. He would have to be careful. He had a sneaking suspicion that something was astray. Looking down at the little nation, the child seemed unbothered by what was going on. Ludwig could not even fathom the reactions of the others, knowing that Japan had been turned miniature. He knows for a fact that America would have a field day over this, and laugh for days.

"Come along Feli…we need to make haste, and find Honda…he could be hiding somewhere, and scared…and I know you don't want your friend to be scared and alone right?"

"No, he is my friend, I don't want him alone." The boy pursed his lips together, and nodded as he was determined to find his nation friend.

Japan stayed crying his little eyes out. He was wearing the night shirt that he had been dressed in, and he was slightly cold, and sitting on the ground was getting him a little dirty. As he sobbed, he heard noises…but did not move. He was not sure, but it sounded like someone was talking. He peered from out of the brush that he was hiding under and saw feet…several sets of feet. Scared that they might be who Germany was talking about, he inched away from them, and hadn't noticed that he backed himself against someone's legs.

"Ah ha! And what do we have here hmmm?" Japan froze and turned around. He gasped in horror as he peered into a pair of big blue eyes behind some spectacles. The face grinned and reached out to the boy, who tried his best to get away.

"Noooo, leave me alone…please…help Germany! Help, help, help!" The boy was kicking his legs, as he was being taken out from where he was hiding by a set of hands. The child covered his eyes, and did not want to see.

"Awww…such a petit nation!" Said a familiar voice, but Japan being in his small stature, and small mind…did not want to see.

"Hmmm…what a lively little chap…I wonder where he came from? Why is he just hiding, he has to belong to someone." Said another voice.

"He called for Germany…that means the Axis nations are around here…but I am so confused…a child?" The voice that was holding the boy spoke up again. He held the boy firmly in his arms, and walked over to a slab of stone, and set him down. Japan had no choice but to look up and see four sets of eyes on him.

He immediately recognized them as America, England, Russia, and France. But…something was missing, someone else. Growing scared he started to cry.

"Oh shit…what do we do?" Said America as he became frantic. England walked next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down…I have expertise in child handling." Arthur walked closer, but this caused little Honda to cry louder. "But…wait…he looks familiar…um perhaps he…"

"HONDA? Little brother? What…what are you doing here?" Said another voice coming out from the trees. It was China, and he looked utterly confused and worried. Japan just looked up and rubbed his eyes.

This was not good.