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29 Midday Meyhems

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I was wrong. SOOOOOOO WRONG. 

"PRUSSIA! Get down from the chandelier!"

"ROMANIA! Quite scaring Alfred!"

"PRUSSIA! Don't jump on Canada!"

"FRANCIS! You better get your clothes back on or else you get no dessert!"

"PRUSSIA! Quite making your brother cry!"

"SWEDEN! What have I told you about swinging around axes!"

"PRUUUSIA! You better stop smacking people with that crop!"

"Alfred, please don't cry!"

"FELI!!!!! PAINT IS NOT TO EAT!!!!"

"Oh god... WHERE IS CANADA!?!?!"

"Oh. There you are. Sorry Matthew..."

"SWITZERLAND! Where did you get that gun!?!?"

"ENGLAND! No casting spells on Francis!"

"But!-"

"No buts!"

That was only the first twenty minutes of being home. Let me tell you something. 28 kids is so much harder than it looks. Sure they're cute and all, but they are super hard to take care of. You weren't much of a yelling person, but you had to if you wanted anyone to hear you. You could feel the bags under your eyes and the headache is starting to pound in your head. If there was anything you were thankful for, it was the quiet nations. Except for Sweden. Sweden was probably the worst. Let me explain what happened.

You hold little Matthew's hand and open the door to see the house trashed. The furniture is torn to shreds, there is weapons of all kinds in the wall or in the furniture, and there was even a fire in the middle of the living room with Sweden and Denmark doing their "Vikings calls". 

The only thing that kept Swede from destroying something, was Finland. He seemed more interested in Finland than he did in destroying things. What? You thought Sweden would be quiet and shy? Nope. When that kid was young, he was a savage. A cute, quiet savage. 

 So naturally you screamed and ran to the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher and had to put out the fire. 

You were pretty mad, but you didn't have the heart to yell at them since they were tearing up and saying sorry. Well, Denmark was saying sorry, Sweden just took a flower from the pot he smashed and held it up to you with a guilty look with tears. So you accept their apology and let them off with a warning. Even though you probably shouldn't have. 

Everyone was really nice and calm at first, they even help pick up the place. You thought this was going to be a piece of cake. That is, until the game of tag started. It was good at first, but they were way too into it. They were bouncing off of walls, diving onto furniture, and even using each other as a shield to not get tagged. Soon, nobody was even playing tag, it was just them going insane. You tried desperately to get them to calm them down, but that wouldn't work at all. Soon you continuously had to yell at them to stop what they were doing or try to comfort the ones who started crying or help those who needed help. It felt like you were a mother. Just had to deal with more of them.