"Scotland likes me," it was always nice to know, however, that someone out there had more skill with things like magic than England. With a soft huff he scooted back and tried to tie the ends of the blanket more securely around him so there wasn't any slippage. Not that he didn't mind showing off his body under normal circumstances but right now he was-- a pudgy toddler.

Any self-respecting grown nation wouldn't want to show off their vulnerability like that. So he nodded and then followed after Ireland, one hand grasping her clothing where he could reach so he at least... looked the part of a small, lost child.

That and Ireland smelled nice, like rain and grass and freshly tilled soil.

"Make sure they stretch. When I'm back to normal it's gonna be like the Incredible Hulk!"