Bad Touch Toddlers

((Short prologue is short... Chapters will be longer than this.))

"FRANCIS!" the currently pant-less* Brit shouted, "You and your bloody gang of hooligans had better not be behind this!"

France and his "bloody gang of hooligans," (AKA, the Bad Touch Trio,) were, in fact, behind this. The BTT were a bit infamous for pranks such as these, and with both France and Spain in the group, England tended to be the trio's primary target for the majority of their pranks.

"That bloody frog..." England grumbled as he pulled out his phone and dialled France's number. It only took one ring for the Frenchman to pick up.

"Oui?"

"Francis, return here this instant and return the things you stole from me!"

"Oh, Angleterre, your home was broken into? How terrible! What did they steal?"

"Don't you dare play dumb with me, frog! Bring them back this instant, or I swear I'll turn you into a toad again!"

"How uncreative of you, mon cher. However, sadly I have no clue as to what you could be referring to. But if you're so insistent on my coming over, I'll be more than happy to-"

"Don't you dare!"

"Mon ami, a moment ago you were practically begging me to come over. No rain checks, I'll be over in five, wear something nice."

"Frog-!" but England was too late as France had already hung up.

England grumbled something obscene under his breath, but he had pretty much expected this to happen. He'd already prepared countermeasures as well. The next person who walked through that door was going to get it. And since the frog had called him 'uncreative,' he was going to make sure that whatever the effect was, it would be randomly selected from spells that England had never preformed on the frog! How's that for uncreative!

England disappeared into his basement again to gather some canis root ashes- the final touch on the spell. England had about five minutes- which should be plenty of time to-

"Mon cher!" France said, entering England's home four minutes early, camera in hand, "I hope you don't mind but I brought Spain and Prussia along as well! Mon cher? Angleterr-"

Poof!

*silence*

*crying*

* British 'pants' not American 'pants.' They stole his underwear. XD