"Watcha doing Iggy? Looks boring to me!" Iggy, or England as was his proper name sent a small glare to the anthropomorphic representation of America and continued on with his vaguely ominous chant anyway. America huffed. "You know, if you don't like me you could just say so Iggy!" garnering no response he grinned. "Not gonna stop your chant huh? I'll just drink your tea then, you know before it gets cold..." England had until then, maintained his composure but a "STOP!" escaped his lips unknowingly as he knocked the tea out of his friends hand and proceeded to nearly strangle his friend to death. Neither noticed the Pentagram glow as tea blurred one of the chalk lines.

"Dude! Is your pentagram supposed to glow like that?! It looks a bit weird you know..." England paused in his strangling of America to look over there. His eyes widened and he promptly attempted to run out the room only to be stopped by the door. He unceremoniously yanked it open and dashed out with America speeding along behind him. Russia was walking past the basement door at that particular moment and was nearly knocked over by the two running nations. "What has you two running, then?" he smiled down at the two on the floor and was tapping his 'Magic Metal Pipe of Pain' against his hand with a happy smile on his face. He was stopped from showing them why it was called that by a steadily growing brighter flash in the room. England looked up at him dazedly just before the light exploded from within with a deafening sound.

"Ugh... what hit us...? England was the first to reawaken from the explosion and he cast a dizzy glance around the hall for his friends. They were there but they were much smaller than before, America looked like he did when he was a colony and Russia looked similar. England glanced down at himself and saw he had de-aged as well. He groaned, now he had to wear his cloak. For old Times sake at least until the spell wore off. America woke up next and was quite happy to giggle (yes, actually giggle) at the others predicament. "YOU have gone midget as well you know!" that sobered him up. Russia woke up shortly after and he looked down at his gloves and began rocking back and forth, a scared look in his eyes.

England and America were too busy fighting to notice him being generally afraid. After about five minutes he started whimpering, England stopped his strangling with a confused expression as he glanced to Russia. A sad look crossed his face. England gave a small glare to America and went over to Russia to comfort him. "Shush… It's okay Russia... No-Ones going to hurt you. It's okay, don't cry. Come on. You're strong..." America had been standing in the corner while England comforted the scarf loving nation so he was the one to let the owl in when it came at the window. He held it quietly and waited, half in shock for England to calm down Russia. "Iggy...? Russia...? An owl kind of came in..." England turned and with a much calmer Russia he walked over there to see the owl. "Oh...? It has some letters. That's odd..." he unwrapped the letters and read aloud the first one.

"Hogwarts school of witchcraft and Wizardry,

Head master: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin first class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock Supreme Mugwump of the international confederation of wizards.)

Damn that's a lot of titles...

Dear Mr. Jones,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September, we await your owl no later than the 31st of July

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonnagall

Deputy Headmistress.

Yep! There's a booklist inside and we've all got letters... so, who wants to go?"

Russia smiled, "If I can bring Magic Metal Pipe of Pain I'm in!" England glanced at him in shock. "Are you sure! If you have another breakdown like that..." Russia smiled (still creepy even when he's a kid) "Did you notice your faucet's missing...?" England looked behind him to check... and was greeted by no faucet. He sighed "So maybe you can handle yourself... America?" "NUH-UH! Remember witch trials?" England stared at him. "I know that was big for you but... magic! You could actually BEAT ME! on our Halloween scare-off! Doesn't that interest you at all?!" America shook his head. "NO! I still have burns from then!" "Just for one year...? I could pull you out if anything bad happens! Come on!" America sighed "Maybe... you actually can pull me out right? Cause... I'll go, just so everyone doesn't see me like this, yeah!" England smiled. "You'll love it there! Now, let's get those replies written..."