[ON HIATUS] The Orphanage of the Unfortunate and Unwanted (Countryhumans AU)

Chapter IX: Shall I Say Bye-Bye to My Memories?

(Same POV):

"What Mr German Empire was trying to say yesterday was that you guys have all been aged down from your original state." Smart Dude said.

Huh? Is he joking or am I in a dream? I thought.
I caught Russia staring at me for an oddly long time, but that was the least of my concerns.

"...But why didn't-"

"Your father's memories have been altered." he interrupted.

No, no, no, no, no, this did not make sense.

"Are you saying that we are about to be aged up again?" Poland asked.

"Yes."

Chatter began to rise, and I was caught in the middle of it. Nothing made sense and I felt immensely frustrated.

"Then why don't I remember anything!?" I yelled. But my voice got carried away with everyone else's talking.

"Silence!" German Empire yelled.

Quiet again.

"We will be aging you back to your normal ages one by one. Who is to go first?" his eyes scanned the whole crowd of children in front of him.

Everyone exchanged glances with each other and again, I caught Russia staring at me.

Wow, Ruski's being a creep today, I thought, shivering.

"I will," Australia volunteered flatly.

Yadda yadda, I'm too lazy to narrate this.

Anyway, he came back looking a lot more handsome ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) OKAY I'M KIDDING DON'T KILL ME-

He came back looking much older- wait that sounds offensive-

He came back looking more adult-like. Yeah, that's better.

Australia walked off staring at everyone in confusion and collapsed in a cramped corner of the room, trying to hide himself.

I gave him a distressed look but all he did was avert his gaze.

"America, I choose you to be next," German Empire stated.

Oh well. Bye-bye, young self.

I went into the room Australia and Germany had gone into prior and stood in front of German Empire. In his right hand, he held a stick.

"OH MY BUTTCHEEKS IT'S A STICK!" I squealed and snatched it away from him, holding it to my heart.

"That's my stick," he said calmly, "so please return it."

"No."

He sighed, pinching his nose bridge and muttered something.

"I would like to-"

"You can go pee on your pants." I giggled and cradled the stick. I would keep it healthy and change its nappies (diapers) when they get soiled.

Actually, I won't need to do that because sticks don't wear them. How convenient!

"America," German Empire tapped my shoulder.

I sighed in annoyance, knowing he still wanted my stick and gave it to him.

"Thank you. Now, please get up."

I did as I was told. Reluctantly.

"Now, hold your composure and stay still," he said.

Sticking my bottom lip out, I stood as tall and straight as I could without going on my tip-toes.

"Okay, now stay calm as I do this..."