Once America was sure Prussia had gone he released me, I lowered myself to my normal, smallish hight. "Alfred, do you think I am small?" I turned to America. (Alfred Jones is America's real name) He shook his head and smiled, "Your not small, your just bite sized." He replied with a chuckle. I rolled
my eyes, clearly not amused. Russia came in the living room, just the person I needed to make me feel even smaller. I stood on my top-down again and was almost the same hight, well, I was close enough considering he was like a fricken giant. He was taller than my brother too, so America couldn't make a comment.