Frozen Sunflowers

Ch.1

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Summary: When Russia ends up being turned into a child by England's magic, the only one who can take care of him is England. Will England be able to take care of the chibi Russia and turn him back to normal without losing his mind? No one knows, but it looks like England is going to find out rather he likes it or not.

You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance. ~Franklin P. Jones

Everyone has their limits when it comes to dealing with people. Some people have an amazing amount of patience when it comes to people. Other people have little to no patience when it comes to people. England just happens to land in the latter category of people, especially when it involves America. Today would be a good example on why England had little to no patience when it came to dealing with his former colony.

Today, America came over to his house uninvited without even giving so much as a warning of his visit. England yelled at him of course, but he still let the nation into his home. Being the gentlemen that he is, England tried his very best to make a nice dinner for the two of them. A gentleman must take care of their guest after all, even if they are hero obsessed gits. However, all America did during the whole meal was complain about the older nation's cooking.

However, it was only when America started complaining about his scones did England finally snap and get into a huge argument with America. Needless to say, by the time America had finally left England had finally reached the end of his rope. England decided that he would curse America for about one week, and it was thanks to this decision that we now find England deep down in his basement trying to perform a spell that would hopefully make any food that America ate taste like dirt. England was standing in front of the magic circle that was on the floor of his basement and he was wearing the black cloak that he would always wear when he was casting a spall. England was busy flipping throe his spell book trying to find the perfect spell that would teach that American git just how bad food could taste.

After flipping throe what felt like hundreds of pages, England finally found the perfect spell.

"The spell of the mischievous imps. These imps have the power to do a lot of things if summand, even make the most delicious food taste bad. If I use this spell I can summon some imps and order them to make America's precious hamburgers taste like mud. This is perfect; this spell will teach that git to not make fun of my cooking!" England said aloud as the smallest trace of a smile started to appear on his face.

England cleared his thought before he stated to read the spell.

"Oh troublesome imps hear my cry! Come out of hiding and help me place my curse upon my foe!" England shouted before he looked down at the magic circle and waited for the imps to come out.

However, after waiting for about a total of five minutes no trouble loving imps ever came out of the magic circle. Well, this was rather disappointing…. England looked back at the spell book to see if he had somehow messed up on saying the spell, but it looked like he said it right so England just could not understand why the imps did not show up. Oh well, England had a different spell book upstairs in his room, he would see if he could not just find a spell in that book to use. England gave a small sight as he turned around and walked out of the room.

Once out of the room, England closed the door before he made his way up the stairs. However, right after England closed the door the magic circle started to glow in a soft purple light. A large figure slowly came out of the ground, and once it was out of the ground the circle stopped glowing. Now you may assume that the fact that a figure had came out of the circle would mean that England's spell had worked, but you would be wrong. Oh no, it was not a small trouble making imp who had came out of the ground it was a nation that had ended up coming out of that circle and that nation was none other than the lavender eyed Russia…..

When Russia jumped out of the magic circle that was in England's basement he had been expecting the British nation to start yelling at him. After all, Russia had interrupted another summoning that England was about to perform, but in all honesty Russia did not care if he interrupted another summoning. It's not Russia's fault that a magic portal keeps appearing in his own basement back at home whenever the British man tried to summon some type of demon from the underworld. Now granted Russia could just not go through the portal, but Russia actually enjoyed messing around with England. It was fun to annoy the British nation, and if Russia ever got the chance to annoy the guy he was going to take it.

However, it looked like Russia was not going to be annoying the blond haired man today because it looked like England was not even in his own basement. Ah well, England would probably get annoyed (or creped out) with Russia when he found him wondering around his home. Russia just shrugged his shoulders before he started to look around the room in his childish curiosity. Russia wondered over to a bookcase that was filled to the brim with a large verity of items and started to look at each and every item that was on the shelves. Russia would never say this out loud, but he had to admit that England had some interesting stuff.

There was a jar full of sparkling purple powder that was labeled as pixie dust, a bottle full of pink petals of some flower that Russia could not identify, and there was even a little cauldron on the bottom self. Russia continued to look at the items on the shelves for awhile, but it was only when he looked at the very top shelf did he find something to really catch his interest. Lying on the very top shelf that was located just above his head was a bottle full of what looked like glowing silver liquid. The bottle also had a large label on it; said label had the words 'potion of youth' written on it. Being the curious person that Russia was, he decided to take the bottle down so he could get a closer look at it.

Russia reached his hand out reached out to grab the bottle so he could finally find out what that weird silver liquid was. However, just before Russia could grab the bottle the sound of the door being operand and the yell of "Russia? What are you doing here?" ended up stopping him. Russia quickly turned around so he would be able to see who it was that had called his name, but when Russia turned to look towards the person his hand ended up bumping into the bottle of silver liquid. The bottle ended up falling over and having the cap come flying off from the force of the fall. Without the cap on the bottle the silver liquid came right out of the bottle and ended up falling right unto Russia's head.

At first nothing happened and Russia was just a little annoyed by the fact that the liquid had fallen on him, but after a few seconds Russia started to feel dizzy. The world started to spin around him and he could feel what felt like the headache of the century come and hit him full force. Russia swayed slightly before everything went black and he collapsed right where he stood…

When England had gotten back down to his basement he was not expecting anyone to be there. So you can only imagine England's surprise when he saw the lavender eyed Russia standing there in his basement. England called out to Russia, only to have the taller nation spin around to look at him and knock over a bottle at the same time. England could do nothing but watch as the liquid spilled out of the bottle and right unto Russia only to have Russia faint two seconds after he got hit with the with the silver concoction. England was about to go over and see if the other nation was alright, but before he could even take a step toward Russia something ended up stopping him.

Russia started to glow in a rather bright white light and the light just seemed to grow brighter and brighter. The light got so bright that England ended up having to close his eyes at the harsh glow. After keeping his eyes closed for about five minutes, England finally opened his eyes and looked over at the place that Russia had been laying. The only thing there was a pile of Russia's cloths; it looked like the Russia was gone. England slowly made his way over to the pile of clothing before he knelt down and looked at the discarded clothing.

Upon closer inspection, England could see that there was something underneath the clothing. England could not help but wonder if Russia had ended up turning himself into and animal of some sort. He knew he had quite a few potions in the room that could change a grown man into something as small as a fox or a rabbit. However, before England could continue with thinking about what it was that Russia could have possibly turned himself into the lump under the clothing started to move. England watched as the lump sat up and struggled to try and get the clothing off of itself.

England reached out and pulled the large jacket and shirt off of the lump only to see a rather shocking thing. Sitting there right in front of England was not an animal, but a small child that looked to be about four years old with lavender eyes. It did not take a rocket scantest to be able to figure out that this four year old child was Russia. England had hundreds of questions running through his head, but the fact of the matter was Russia also had hundreds of questions going through his head as well. At the time the two nations did not even realize it, but this day was the day that would forever change their lives…

Ok, so that's chapter 1. I am going to go ahead and say that Russia will be a pretty innocent kid. I really do think that Russia had been a pretty good kid until everything kind of went downhill for the poor guy. Anyway, I hope you all like this chapter and I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can so please review and don't flame.