New story~~! I know, I know… I should be updating 'World Killers' but… I needed to write this… Just enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Signed:

Lux

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No. There's no vay this is happening. Luxembourg stared at his body, which was shrinking. He looked up to see nations staring at him. Of course they were. It was in the middle of a world meeting and suddenly he was shrinki—no, shrunk. His green eyes widened when he noticed how small his pale arms were. His brown hair had slipped out of its neat ponytail and hung limply on the side of his face.

"Bloody hell!" a British accented voice rang through the room. Luxembourg quickly looked up and noticed that his siblings, Netherlands and Belgium, had shrunk too.

Netherlands looked about seven years old and Belgium about five.

Vhich means I'm about zwei Jahre alt* …Luxembourg's eyes widened again as he noticed he had begun to lose his memory and soon he was crying. "I—I can't remember!" he cried.

There was a long silence. The only noise was the young nation's crying, and suddenly he was picked up. His face was pressed against a soft fabric and he recognized the smell of mint cork grease.

"Österreich*!" the now small nation cried into Austria's shoulder.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, Luxemburg*," Austria soothed, rubbing Luxembourg's back.

The small nation ceased crying immediately, instead sniffling quietly. Austria stared at Luxembourg, feeling a strong urge to protect him.

Vhat happened to the BeNeLux countries?

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Netherlands watched as Austria soothed his sniffling brother, then he turned his cold, light brown eyes to the other nations. "Who did this to us?"

Everyone turned their eyes to England.

Englands's emerald eyes widened and he raised his hands. "I didn't do anything!"

"Hmm… I heard the trolls talking about something that would happen today," a voice spoke from across the room.

Netherlands looked at Norway. The Nordic nation's blue eyes were emotionless as usual.

England nodded, agreeing. "The fairies were whispering about that too. They wouldn't let me in on their conversation though."

Norway nodded.

Netherlands glared. His brown hair was spiked as usual and it made the usually scary nation look adorable. "What the hell do we do then? Agh!" He fell, clutching his head. "Ow…"

Belgium watched, her green eyes wide. "Brother?"

Netherlands didn't answer, he had stopped holding his head and was now looking around, confused. "Tante*?"

"Tante?" England asked.

France sighed and picked up the seven year old with a soft 'hmph'. "'e means Tante Gaul."

Belgium looked around, surprised. "Tante? Where?"

France sighed and ruffled her blonde hair. "Not 'ere."

Belgium sniffled. "Where is she?"

"She's not coming back," France answered, bluntly. He heard sniffling by his ear and noticed that Netherlands was clutching him tighter.

"I want Tante!" he cried, startling Luxembourg, who had fallen asleep against Austria's chest. The younger began to sniffle.

"Oh, Nerzerlands… 'ow about votre oncle*?" France asked, petting Belgium's hair. The female nation was crying into France's pant leg.

Netherlands stopped crying and thought about France's answer. "H—he's okay too. A—are you him?"

France smiled. "Oui*." Then France looked up at all the nations that were watching him. Even the loudest of nations were silent. "Eh… I cannot take care of two nations. Will one of you take care of Belgium?"

There was a loud crash and then Spain stood up from the ground. France watched with his blue eyes, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

"Can I take la pequeñita*? You know I took care of her once!" Spain's green eyes were excited and his brown hair was ruffled.

"Oui." France bent down with Netherlands still in his arms and looked into the younger girl's eyes. "Your older brozer is right over zere." France pointed to Spain, across the table. "'e's going to be taking care of you."

Belgium nodded, uncertainly and with her over-size, white dress hanging loosely off her shoulders, she crouched and crawled under the table to Spain. The older nation picked her up and hugged her close.

France sighed and felt Netherlands looking at him, questionably. "Is something wrong, Oom*?"

The French nation shook his head and met Spain's and Austria's eyes. "Non*."

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Translation (in order they appear in fanfiction):

*zwei Jahre alt - two years old - German

*Österreich - Austria - German

*Luxemburg - Luxembourg - German

*Tante - Aunt - Dutch

*votre oncle - your uncle - French

*Oui - yes - French

*la pequeñita - the small one (it is feminine considering Spain's referring to Belgium) - Spanish

*Oom - Uncle - Dutch

*Non - No - French

… Sorry about the ending! It was rushed because it's 11:16 pm here in New York and I went to Niagara Falls today so I'm so~~~ tired!

Ah… Please review and tell me what you think!

Danke!

Signed:

The Grand Duchy of Luxembourg