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Child America: *throwing a fit* UAAAAA!!! YOU SUCK AS A BABYSITTER!!! DX

Child Canada: *pouring way too much maple syrup on his pancakes*

Kumajiro: WHO THE MAPLE ARE YOU PEOPLE????

Minnesota: HOW THE HELL DID WE EVEN END UP AS YOUR BABYSITTER!??

//flashback\\

England: hey I'm willing to pay you each twenty bucks each if--

France, Prussia and Minnesota: IT'S A FUCKING DEAL!!!

((Spain is on a date... with ROMANO HONHONHON))

((Quezon is hanging out with Caesar... *eyebrow wiggle*))

//end of flashback\\

Minnesota: we need to get them to bed!!

Prussia: wait! I'm excellent with children!

Prussia: *clears throat and turns to child America* SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SIT YOUR BRATTY BOTTOM DOWN BEFORE I GIVE YOUR ASS A WHOOPIN, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT??

Child America: *immediately shuts up and sits down* 0-0

Prussia: *turns to Kuma* AND YOU, BEAR. THIS IS MINNESOTA, FRANCE, AND YOU BETTER NOT FORGET ME, THE AWESOME PRUSSIA KESESESE.

Kumajiro: *adorably salutes in with his adorable polar bear paw* yes, Prussia sir!

Prussia: *turns to child Canada: AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, YOU, MISTER 'I'M-GONNA-GO-AHEAD-AND-WASTE-ALL-OF-MR-PRUSSIA'S-MAPLE-SYRUP--'

Child Canada: *looks at Prussia with wide, tearful eyes* Q~Q

Prussia: err... um... *pats his head* just don't do it again.

France: by the way, we're in Minnesota's house and that's her maple syrup. Not yours...

Minnesota: DAYM STRAIGHT.

//timeskip until both kids are in bed\\

Kumajiro: *cuddles up to child Canada... ADORABLY*

Child America: wait... we need a bedtime story and a song...

Prussia: what? Both?? Needy brats...

Minnesota: shut up, Prusshit. They're very kawaii kids.

France: oh! I know a perfect bedtime story! *clears throat* when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much--

Prussia and Minnesota: *quickly cover France's mouth* HAHA NOPE.

Minnesota: maybe we shouldn't read you a bedtime story, eh?

France: okay! It's lullaby time!

France: fuck, fuck, fuck your girl, roughly on the bed--

Minnesota: *shoves a sock in his mouth* what the hell??! They are little kids, France!!

Prussia: hey! I remember that lullaby!

Minnesota: wh-what?? Okay, listen, I don't know what kind of fucked-up childhood you guys are from, but this is America and little Canada-- PRECIOUS, INNOCENT, LITTLE CANADA-- and they're not gonna fall asleep from that shitty crap you two call a lullaby!!

France: that's not true! Plus you hurt our feelings... tHOsE SOnGs arE FrOM oUr CHilDhOoD

Prussia: what the-- your voice...

France: plus, they're sleeping right now.

Minnesota: what? No they're not--

Child America and Canada: *asleep and snoring*

Minnesota: *sigh* I stand corrected...

//LATER\\

England: so, how we're they?

Prussia/France/Minnesota: *at the same time* little devils/little angels/just pay me.

England:

England:

England:

England: I'm kinda getting some sort of mixed message here...

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Update: I just realized that Minnesota basically babysat her two dads... (◎_◎;)

*Facepalms* I might change this later if I don't feel lazy...