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It was just a regular old Tuesday in the city of London. Arthur Kirkland was enjoying the day as best as possible, mostly because of the fact that it was sunny out, since sunny days weren't that common. He was sitting out back in his garden, flipping through some of his old magic books. The sun rays felt wonderful as they warmed his body. Yes, it was most certainly a pleasant day...

"Hey Artie, want to play catch or something? Or how about we go get some Mcdonalds? It's not that far from here. It's getting boring watching you flip through those dull fantasy books."

Well the day could be considered almost pleasant. Unfortunately for Arthur his friend/former brother, Alfred Jones, was visiting. The President had given Alfred the okay to come and stay with Arthur in London for the week, since he was all caught up with work. Alfred had arrived on Tuesday, which was three days ago. They still had four days left to spend together, so Arthur decided to make the best of it.

"No you git, I don't want to play catch...and my magic books are NOT fantasy books, they're real!" Arthur shouted back, slamming his book shut and moving on to the next one in his pile titled; Advanced Magic for Wizards.

"Aw...well then what am I supposed to do? Your place is boring when I don't have my fast food." Alfred complained lightly. Arthur didn't respond, flipping a page of the book.

"Hello? Artie?"

"If you want to clog your arteries then go to Mcdonalds for all I care. Just remember that here in England we actually drive the correct way on the left side. You better not screw up and get into an accident." Arthur responded, eyes never leaving the book.

Alfred shrugged before taking Arthur's car keys and heading out to the Brit's car. It was only a five minute drive to the nearest fast food joint since Arthur lived in the dead center of London. For a moment he almost forgot about driving on the opposite side of the road as he pulled backed up into the street, but luckily he avoided hitting a truck just in time.

"I'll have two double cheeseburgers, two medium fries, and a large coke." He said to the lady who was working behind the cash register. She was a plump woman in her twenties with an oddly shaped mole on her neck.

"That shall be $5.79 sir" She told him, battering her eyelashes. Alfred smiled politely and handed over a ten dollar bill. In Alfred's opinion, her hand lingered on his a tad longer than necessary...but whatever.

It didn't take long for the food to be ready, so less than ten minutes later Alfred was sitting back in Arthur's car. He doubted that Arthur would want him to eat in his car, but the American was starving so he unwrapped one of the burgers and began to munch on it absentmindedly.

"I'm home Artie!" He called cheerfully when he got back to the house. As he suspected, there was no answer. That was because the Englishman was still sitting outback and reading.

"I got you some nice hot fries." Alfred tried again when he stepped out back. Arthur, who was still reading, just waved him off while muttering something about salty fries being very unhealthy.

"Fine then, more for me!"

After he had finished all his food, Alfred sat back in his chair with his hands behind his head. The day was already boring and it wasn't even past noon yet! Alfred allowed his eyes to wander around the garden. For a person who always complained about his boss giving him too much work, Arthur sure seemed to spend a lot of time in his garden.

All the rosebushes were neatly trimmed, and tulips grew proudly around a fancy little miniature fountain. There were also plenty of other kinds of colorful flowers, and a baby willow tree that had just been planted. As fun as it was admiring the garden, Alfred was still bored. He was the country of America for Gods sake, he should always have an idea to entertain himself with!

"Iggy, I'm really going to die of boredom here if we don't do something entertaining right now!" Alfred spoke up as he sat straight again. Instead of continuing to read like Alfred had expected of him, Arthur clamped his book shut and got to his feet.

"Fine you bloody twit, let's go inside and watch a movie...and don't call me Iggy!" He grumbled as his eyes trailed to the sky. By the looks of it a movie would be the best option, because dark clouds were moving dangerously close near the house. That was the end of a beautiful sunny day...

"Okay, but I call picking it! Race you to the living room Iggy!" Alfred said, cheering up instantly as he ran inside. Arthur rolled his eyes at the ridiculous nickname as he took is time, gathering up his spell books. If he couldn't read outside, he'd just read inside while whatever movie was picked out entertained Alfred.

Five minutes later a James Bond movie was being played. Arthur did enjoy those movie; he had the complete collection. Smiling slightly as he heard the opening of his favorite British spy movie, he continued to read his books.

About a half hour later during a boring scene, Alfred looked over and saw Arthur reading. He frowned to himself. The whole time he'd been visiting for far Arthur had been reading those stupid books rather than spending time with him.

"Really Iggy? Your still reading? That's all you do anymore, besides paperwork. It isn't healthy to get so immersed in something so fake." He told Arthur.

That snapped Arthur from his happy place.

"My magic is NOT fake! You just don't understand since your brain is tainted from stupidity!" Arthur yelled angrily. Alfred smiled at the reaction and decided to egg the Brit on.

"Suuuuure it is Artie. Admit it, even your boss thinks your a whack job. I bet your magic wand isn't even real. Your just a Harry Potter wannabee!" Alfred taunted.

Arthur's fists clenched as he stood up, crossing the room to retrieve his wand, which had been sitting atop a high shelf. Holding onto it Arthur waved his wand back and fourth as he rambled.

"Now see here Alfred, this wand was made by one of the most ancient fairies who ever lived! It was a gift that I received when I was hardly older than a boy!" He snapped. Both countries failed to notice the golden sparks that were starting to spurt from the wand.

"Mhm, fairies...how wonderful." Alfred said with a chuckle. "Like anyone believes in those anymore."

"You take that back!" Arthur screamed.

"No way!" Alfred responded.

"Take it back!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"NO!"

Before another word could be uttered, the golden sparks from the wand intensified, and suddenly there was loud BOOM! Both countries flew back. Alfred luckily hit the soft sofa, while Arthur flew into the wall. Smoke from the explosion filled the room, making it hard to see.

For a moment all was quiet, until finally Alfred came to, groaning as he sat up on the sofa and opening his eyes. That was when he realized something was wrong. Very wrong. First off, the whole room seemed a lot bigger. The portraits on England's wall, the shelves, and all the furniture.

"Huh? What the hell happened?" He asked aloud to himself. As soon as he heard his own voice, he clamped a hand over his mouth. It sounded high pitched...almost childish! When he looked down, the American nation yelped in shock.

He was the one who had shrunk! His whole body was small, his legs, arms, hands. Another embarrassing thing was the fact that his clothes were their normal size, so they didn't fit him at all. He was practically drowning on the over sized tee shirt and jeans.

This was bad. Not the usual 'I lost on my video game and didn't save bad'. This was the actual really, really, really not good bad. What on earth had Iggy done to them? Suddenly remembering England, the now small nation quickly looked around the room. His eyes widened as they caught site of him.

England was little as well, still unconscious in a heap of over sized clothing. He looked to be about the same size as Alfred, perhaps a few inches shorter. America thought he looked pretty adorable for a young child, not at all like the wild kid that France would always describe at World Meetings whenever he talked about his and England's younger days. That was when America winced, as the fact became obvious. For the time being, he and England had the bodies of children perhaps no older than three. What were they going to do?

"Shit. This is bad. Shit, shit, shit!" Alfred muttered to himself. What were they going to do? Hopefully it was a spell with a simple reverse or something...England would be able to fix them when he woke up wouldn't he? After all, he was always claiming to be some kind of super magical wizard right? RIGHT?

Finally America climbed off of the couch wearing only his shirt. Granted it now looked more like an over sized nightgown on the now little nation, but at least it covered up his modesty. Walking on small legs was proving to be difficult. He wobbled over to where England was laying, kneeling down to inspect the other. He didn't look hurt, but maybe he had injured himself when he had flew back into the wall.

America was startled when he heard a grumbling sound until he realized that it had come from his own belly. Wow, hadn't he just had some Mcdonald's earlier? Maybe the spell had affected his appetite too. Shrugging, America decided he could leave England for a moment and go to the kitchen. It felt so weird to walk on such small legs. Plus the fact that everything in the room now seemed jumbo sized did not help matters.

When he got to the kitchen the little child found himself in a sticky situation. The cupboards full of snacks were too high to reach, and the fridge handle was to high as well. 'I can just drag a chair over!' He thought to himself, proudly smiling at his plan. Unfortunately for him, the dining room chair was much to big for him to drag all the way across the room. He had gotten it about halfway there before the chair came toppling over, almost crashing right onto the poor startled child.

Without meaning to, America started to sniffle. This absolutely sucked! He and his former guardian were now the size of three year olds, England was still unconscious, and now he was hungry! Could the day get any worse? Who did he normally call when he was upset besides England? Oh right, his brother of course!

Racing out of the room, America quickly grasped his phone with his tiny hands. He scrolled through the contacts until he came across Matthew Williams. he hit the call button and waited impatiently for his twin brother to pick up.

Ring...ring...ring...ring...

"Hello?" Canada answered in his normal quiet tone.

"Mattie? Thank god, you have to come help me!" America whimpered into the phone.

"Alfred? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Canada replied in confusion.

"No, me and Iggy are in big trouble. You have to come save us!" Was all the little nation said, figuring that it would be to difficult to explain over the phone.

"What kind of trouble? And why does your voice sound to high pitched?" Canada asked.

"It's hard to explain. Please just come Mattie, it's an emergency!"

"Well I was sort of visiting with France...I guess we could both come. This better be serious Al. If it's one of your pranks then I swear to Maple..." Canada trailed off.

"It's not! Please just hurry!" America pleaded.

"Okay, well be there soon. Just hold on." Canada said.

Soon the two brothers hung up and America went back to sitting beside England, who still showed no signs of waking up anytime soon. It would most likely be a few hours until France and Canada showed up. Until then he America would have to find a way to entertain himself.

The TV was always an option. America felt bad about England laying on the floor, so he quickly grasped England under the arms and tried his best to drag him over to the sofa. It took some effort, but eventually he was able to lay England down up on the sofa against some pillows.

For the next few hours, the little nation flipped through the channels until he came across Animal Planet, where they were playing some documentary about baby elephants. He got excited when England started to shift in his sleep, but was disappointed when he still didn't awaken. Just when he thought he was going to die of hunger, there was a knock on the door.

"Yes!" He cried aloud, running towards the door. It still felt a little weird to hear his own voice sound so...childish. Nonetheless, he quickly made it to the door. Luckily the doorknob was low enough for him to grasp. He tugged it open as fast as he could. As soon as it opened, America looked up to the very shocked faces of Canada and France.

"Al...w-what the hell happened to you?" Canada asked, stuttering.

"Mon dieu! Amerique, your a child again!" France cried out in shock. America almost face palmed. Perhaps he should have given them a little warming instead of just coming face to face with them first.

"I know...I told you it was hard to explain. Iggy accidentally made his wand go off, and now were both little!" He said, trying to put it as simple as possible.

"Angleterre's little too? Where is he!" France asked excitedly. It had been ages since he'd seen his rival so little. If France remembered correctly, the little Brit had been an adorable child!

"That's what's also scaring me. He hasn't woken up from the spell yet. What if were stuck like this forever? I cant deal with being little!" America shouted, tears smarting in the corner of his eyes. "And I'm hungry!"

France, being one of children, quickly scooped America up into his arms.

"There there now...it's okay petit Amerique." He said soothingly. It felt a little strange to be picked up, but America felt comforted nonetheless so he didn't fight the Frenchman. Canada was still in shock as he followed France and America back inside. Gosh, of all the things that could happen.

When they got to the living room, France caught site of the little child who was now England and squealed excitedly. He gently passed America to Canada before running over and scooping the sleeping child into his arms. This seemed to be the exact moment of when England decided to wake up. His green eyes slowly opened.

England was completely shocked for numerous reasons. The main reason was that when he opened his eyes he came face to face with France of all people. The second reason was the fact that he was being held. Held!

"W-what the bloody hell...?" He squeaked, eyes widening at the sound of his own voice. That was when his memories of earlier that day came flooding back. The argument...the wand...the explosion.

"Artie, your awake!" America cheered from Canada's arms. "I thought you were never going to wake up!"

That was when England looked over at America and gasped in shock. America was a child. A bloody child! What on earth had that spell done? For a moment England just stared at America in confusion before something dawned on him. Looking down, he realized that he was just as big (or rather small) as America was!

"Oh no...oh my God. You have to be bloody shitting me." He groaned, shifting uncomfortably. Then it occurred to him that he was in France's arms, so he quickly resorted to squirming in an effort to get down.

"Put me down you stupid frog!" He shouted angrily. He needed to fix this...he needed to fix this right now! As he struggled, France only laughed and shifted England in his arms which made England fume in anger.

"Sorry to interrupt but I'm really hungry!" America spoke up. "Can we have something to eat?"

At the mention of eating, England's stomach rumbled as well. Perhaps they could eat something first, and then he could look through his spell books and see about reversing this horrid curse.

"Why don't I make us all dinner?" France suggested lightly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" America sang happily, clapping his hands happily.

"Wow, now people actually have an excuse to call you a child." Canada commented, snickering quietly.

"Mattie!" America whined, but giggled nonetheless.

Soon the four nations were all in the kitchen. France was busily making a simple dinner of chicken and potatoes along with a salad. While he was doing that, Canada sat at the table with America seated on his lap. England refused to sit on anyone's lap, so he was now sitting on a chair all by himself. It was sort of hilarious because his head just barely reached the table top. Soon the meal was finished cooking, and everything was ready to be eaten.

"While we eat, I think it's now the perfect opportunity to tell us the whole story." Canada finally commented.

a/n: I am already almost finished with the next chapter. Review and tell me what you guys think of this so far, please? Then if I get some good feedback then I will post the next chapter asap. Thank you so much for reading!