Japan and Hungary: Babysitting Duo P.1

By Hetalia1643

Author's Note:
Remember, this story is written is accents so when Japan talks his l's will be replaced with r's. For example: "I like you" would be "I rike you." This was a request from LittleMissIndia1. If you want to make a request send me a note or tell me in the comments.
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Today was not a good day for Japan. First off, his alarm had malfunctioned sometime in the night so ended he up waking up late making him late for the meeting. It was embarrassing enough that he ran in during a very awkward time but he also crashed into Antarctica. The chibi had been heading to go get her brother England's presentation when he came sprinting in.

Being so small she was knocked to the floor and her elbow was cut open on a ridged part of the floor. That started an uproar immediately. America just about knocked the flustered Japanese man to the floor and it took nine countries to hold him back. England picked up his crying sister and started yelling at Honda using many British curses.

By the time she was taken care of and everyone calmed down, the meeting was over. Italy came over and attempted to talk to Japan, but instead vomited all over the Japanese man's shoes.

After getting Italy back to his own house (with the help of Germany) it was decided that Feliciano had the stomach flu. “Well'a this is just great'a!” Romano threw his hands up in the air, “We were supposed'a to watch Antarctica today'a! Who's going to babysit'a her now?”

Ludwig sighed. “I vould do it but I have vork to finish. Japan?”

Honda's head snapped up. “I uh... Miss. Hungary is coming to my house today-”

“Then you'a can both watch her'a!” Lovino snapped, “Even if the potato'a bastard could like hell I'a would let him! And'a Spain is definitely off the'a list.” Japan still didn't feel comfortable about this. Italy had told him about the first time they babysat Antarctica. She was basically a monster.

Sure with her pale-blonde curls and bright blue eyes she looked innocent enough but the girl was a devil when she wanted to be. He saw the light switch and he did not want his valuables broken. But how could he say no? The next thing he knew, Romano had arranged the whole thing with England.

Japan left the house scared and confused. Why? Because he had no idea how he got sucked into this, and he was watching a devil child when he never had babysat a kid before (Italy doesn't count). All he knew was today was going to get even more interesting.

~TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY MCDONALD’S~

It was exactly 2:30 when the doorbell rang. Japan took a deep breath before opening the door. Big. Mistake. Someone slammed into him nearly knocking him to the floor. “Hey Japan! Thanks for saying you'll watch Ann even though you kind of steamrolled her and made her almost bleed to death!”

“Oh hush America!” England snapped as he stepped in, “We're lucky that Japan volunteered on such a short notice.” Honda was too busy trying to pry the American off of him to respond. He didn't really, “volunteer.” He was shoved into a crazy swirl pool of confusion and made him realize why he refrained from speaking and showing emotion.

Arthur had Antarctica in his arms and she looked calm enough. But when his eyes met hers, she gave him an icy glare. He shuddered, this was not going to end well. England set the little girl on the floor. “Now Antarctica behave for Mr. Japan. He took time out of his schedule to watch you. If he hadn't stepped up then you would have been forced to come to the boring meeting with us!”

She crossed her arms and stared at the floor. “Would be better then this,” she mumbled, “Then I wouldn't be stuck with this unsociable Japanese freak.”

“Antarctica!” America gave her an appalled look as he let go of Honda and grabbed her arm, “Apologize to Japan immediately! He doesn't have to do this!” She pulled away and scowled.

“If he really wants to do me a favor then he'll forget about the whole thing and let me go with you guys,” she looked up, “Why can't Romano watch me? He actually cares about me.” England sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Antarctica Italy has the stomach flu and Romano's taking care of him,” he patted her shoulder, “You don't want to get sick do you?” She huffed and turned away.

“I wish I was. Then you would stay home with me. Stupid meetings.” Arthur shot Japan a weary glance.

“I apologize for my sister's behavior Honda. She's been rather clingy the last couple of weeks. If she get's out of hand then just call me or America and we'll come get her.” He squeezed her arm. “I better not hear anything about you breaking his stuff or using that disgraceful language towards Mr. Japan understand? Because if I do then there will be consequences that you won't like.”

She attempted to pull away but England had a strong grip. “Annabelle answer me! Are you going to behave?” he asked.

She snorted. “You know me enough that there is no chance of that. But I'm guessing you're looking for the answer yes.” Arthur sighed clearly not satisfied with her response.

“Antarctica we both know if I wasn't on such a tight schedule I would correct that behavior of yours but America and I have to go. Don't cause any trouble for Japan.” She looked sad now.

“Now you're too busy to even spend time with me?” she hung her head her eyes filling with tears, “You're probably glad that you have the meeting. Just an excuse to get away from me.” America gave her a hug.

“Aw come on Ann. You know that's not true. The day will be over in a blink of an eye. Please be nice to Japan. Who knows, he might be fun if you give him a chance.” Honda started to sense the relationship between the three. England was the disciplinarian and had to be strict. America was the comforter and the fun one. It was kind of a Good Cop, Bad Cop situation.

She rubbed her eyes and sniffed. “O-okay... I'll try...” He smiled and ruffled her hair.

“That's all that anyone can ask of you. We'll see you later.” With that the two countries left Japan with the little girl. He glanced down at her.

“Werl... what do you want to do?” She glared up at him.

“Honestly, I don't want anything to do with you!” she snapped hastily, “But I'm not going to let America down. If you just leave me alone then we won't have any problems.” She stomped off leaving a very dumbstruck Japanese.

He shook his head. “What have I gotten myserf into?” he muttered.

Then the doorbell rang. He opened the door and let out a breath relief. “Hungary you're here!”

She smiled and stepped inside. “Hello Japan!” she frowned at his stressed expression, “What's wrong?” He sighed and ran his hand through his black hair.

“Itary got the stomach fru and I have to watch Antarctica-”

“Really?!” she looked around excitedly, “Where is she? She's the most darling chibi I've ever seen since when Italy was working for Mr. Austria.” He shrugged.

“She stomped off somewhere as soon as England and America reft. She wanted nothing to do with me saying they just used me for an excuse to get time away from her.” She clicked her tongue and tapped her chin.

“Well that is normal sense she is so young. It is human nature to get attached to an authority figure such as a guardian. She is probably just upset that she can't be with her brothers and is trying to find someone to blame. Don't you remember never wanting to leave China's side?” He blinked, she had said that so simply and yet it was logical.

“Wow, you understand children very werl Hungary. How do you do it?” he asked curiously. Elizabeta smiled sheepishly.

“I had some practice with Italy. Someone had to keep him on the top of his chores. If it was Austria the poor boy would have been never had the ability to sit down.” Honda couldn't argue with that. It already took all of the will power Germany had to not belt the Italian every training session. He had a habit of sacking off.

“Werl wirl you herp me? Antarctica is already proving to be difficurt,” he crossed his arms, “There is a reason Itary calls her a mini Romano.” She shuddered at that.

“Another Romano? You poor man. Don't tell me she's picked up America and England's language.” He didn't answer. Lovino told him that he had to wash her mouth out with soap about every other week (they babysat her on a regular basis). Hungary translated the silence and sighed.

“Oh well, we just have to be patient. She's not used to us babysitting her. And we have to remember that she will make some slip ups. So even is she does let out a inappropriate word or break something we have to be forgiving,” she reminded him.

'Why should you care?' he thought, 'It's not your stuff being broken. Of course you'll forgive her.' But instead of saying that he nodded sharply. “Okay, what do we do first?”

She grinned. “Well first we have to find her of course,” she then turned serious, “Then we need to show her that we're her friends, not the enemy. Once she trusts us she'll start to respect us as well.” His face flushed red that he didn't think of that first but tried to ignore it.

“Oh, yeah. Where wirl we find her?” he questioned. On cue, there was a yelp followed by a loud crash. Elizabeta smirked at Japan.

“Just a hunch, but I think we should go that way.” That just made him turn redder. He had a habit of being socially awkward at the worse time possible.

He followed the noise as she followed. When he came to the room, he gasped. A shelf that had all of his glass plates laid on the floor with shards surrounding it. Ann sat about three feet away rubbing dust from her eyes. Hungary looked in and her eyes widened.

When Antarctica looked up her face paled. “Oh, Japan. It's not what it looks like-”

“Then what is it?” he asked attempting to stay calm, “Prease correct me if I'm wrong but it rooks rike you just knocked over the sherf that had my, may I remind you, PRICERESS grass prates that were actuarly imported from China as a gift from my order brother. So am I wrong or am I harlucinating?” She swallowed hard wringing her small hands.

“Well... yeah... but there is an explanation-”

“Oh yes I wourd absorutely ROVE an expranation. Ret me guess, the Noppera did it?” She shook her head.

“No, it was a thing that looked like a turtle and-”

“Are you mocking me?” he questioned crossing his arms. She swallowed hard.

“N-no sir! It's true! They were playing with me saying that they recognized England and wanted to get to know me! The little one who looked like he had garlic for a head went under the shelf and I was trying to get him-” she started to explain but he cut her off.

“First you break my prates then you mock AND rie to me? I gave you a chance to terl me the truth but you refuse.” He looked over and saw that bamboo cane sat in the corner. It had been a while since he had to use it (Italy) but now seemed like a good time. He grabbed the implement then seized her arms.

“You wirl be punished, whether you rike it or not.”

To be continued...