Hey guys! This is my first fanfic with this particular pairing. I'm hoping I got their personalities right, but I'm already warning you for OOCness in case I didn't. Reviews, like always, are appreciated greatly.

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Disclaimer: I am a girl. The makers of Hetalia are men. Therefore I am not the owner of Hetalia.

"No!"

"Mais, Angleterre, you 'ave to underst-"

"No! I don't want to!"

"But-"

"NO!"

France sighed, glaring at the toddler sitting in front of him. England glared right back, crossing his arms and giving evil looks. It looked pretty strange coming from a three year old. "But, England, I think you should listen to France," said Canada quietly. The green eyed boy looked at Canada and frowned slightly, his gaze softening. "Only because you're nice to me," he conceded, letting France move closer to him. The Frenchman let out a joyous manly (very manly) squeal and hugged the little boy, planting a kiss on his head. "Merci! I will not disappoint you," he promised, picking Arthur and waltzing up to the bathroom. And then began the screams of protest. Matthew sighed, rolling his eyes. Children.

To understand what's been going on, let's rewind to a few hours ago. Okay?

.·* ·.FLASHBACK. ·*·.

Arthur glared at France and Canada, crossing his arms. "Let me get this straight. You both want to me to show you that I can indeed do magic?" he asked slowly. Canada bit his lip. "Well, England, I believe you and all, but I would really like some proof, eh?" he said softly. England's eyes softened. The boy had manners. Francis, on the other hand, was scoffing. "I cannot believe your foolish fantasy, mon cher," he stated. The Englishman scowled and stormed over to his wand, deciding to cast an Age Reversing spell on Francis. It would be better like that. "Okay. Just you both wait." He pointed his wand at a suddenly terrified looking France and started chanting under his breath. He could be creepy when he wanted to, that was for sure. It seemed like even the lights were deciding to help him out by flickering on and off and lending the room an evil aura. "-and poison mild, turn this man into a child," he completed, flicking his wand in Francis' direction. The Frenchman yelped, bringing his arms up to hide his face. But the hit never came. He slowly, cautiously, lowered his arms to find Canada holding up a reflective place in front of him, cowering behind the plate himself. There was a short silence in the room before it was broken by a cry of surprise. Both the French speaking males looked at each other before the younger lowered the plate and peered ahead. The lights brightened and the smoke cleared to reveal a small boy dressed in huge military clothes. "England?" chorused both the nations. The small island nation looked up, his eyes widening. "Bloody hell! I'm a child again!" There was as short silence before France carefully moved forward, crouching in front of the island.

"Arthur? What 'appened to you?" he asked, his voice colored with awe as he reached out and tousled the smaller nation's hair. Said nation just scowled and pushed his hand away. "My magic rebounded. Great. Now I'm a child," he grumbled, sitting down with a slight pout. He was taking it surprisingly well for someone who had just been changed into a child.

"England?" asked Canada cautiously, looking down at the child. Britain craned his neck up and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. It was my fault wasn't it?"

"Its okay, Matthew. I'll be okay," he comforted, wrinkling his nose. "My voice is so…squeaky," he commented, his British accent thicker than ever. The young child sighed and shifted, moving over to his book shelf here he gazed up at with irritation. "Can you get the black book out? The one with silver writing down its spine. Yes, that one, no, the other one with the blood on it too," he instructed. France was rather freaked out. The book looked strange too. It was covered with runes. However, the island nation easily read something that looked like the contents before flipping to some page. He traced his finger under the line he was reading, scowling a bit more as he read. The more he read, the testier he seemed to get, finally looking like the old England. The one who was rather temperamental. England let out a frustrated sound, throwing the book as hard as he could to the wall. It barely made it, flopping down near the Canadian's feet. Said Canadian bit his lip nervously and looked at France. The blue eyed man simply looked at Arthur intently.

"What 'appened, mon amour?"

There was a short silence before the toddler shouted curses and punched the Frenchman as hard as he could, screaming about unknown ingredients and other stuff. Half of it sounded Irish. The man being beat up sighed, letting the tiny fists punch him until the child flopped down wearily.

"I can't get three of the bloody ingredients," he said bluntly, glaring at the walls. There was a widening of blue and violet eyes. The owners of the pairs of eyes glanced at each other apprehensively.

"Why not?" Asked Matthew quietly. Arthur looked up at him, his anger starting to fade, and sighed.

"Well, one can only be found in Russia, the other two are practically bloody extinct," he grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting. He didn't seem to realize he was doing it and Francis didn't want to tell him that. There was another silence as everyone absorbed the news. Then Francis tried for optimism. "We'll manage. But for now…you need clothes." This made both the other nations look at the bearded man warily. He seemed to have an excited gaze. This wasn't going to end well.

After a lot of threatening, pouting (both France and England), shouting, screaming and shouting, they finally came to the present time situation.

.·* ·.FLASHBACK. ·*·.

The screams died down as the Canadian bustled around the kitchen, preparing an explanation for his brother. "What do you think I should say?" he asked his polar bear, stirring the pot of stew France had left for him to tend.

"Just tell the git I'm your cousin or something," replied a voice. Canada whirled around to look at the little boy dressed in a Union Jack t-shirt and wearing adorable denim shorts. Where had he gotten the clothes? France appeared behind Arthur, grinning smugly as he scooped the boy up and planted a kiss on his cheek, easily carrying him over to Canada despite his protests of not wanting to be picked up. The Canadian ruffled the little Brit's hair and smiled, turning back to the stew.

"You think Alfred is that dense, eh?" he asked. There were two nods from his ex-caretakers. No matter how much he loved his brother, it was true. As if called, the door flew open and a boisterous voice announced itself.

"Yo! Mattie? Francey? Iggy?" called America. Arthur cringed and unconsciously moved closer to the Frenchman who was still holding him. France suppressed a surprised smirk at this. The blond rushed into the room, his cowlick bobbing and one strand defying gravity as usual as he rushed to grab his brother in a hug.

"MATTIE! Man, I missed ya dude!"

"I missed you too, Al. I-"

Whatever Canada had been about to say was cut off as the American finally noticed the child in Francis' arms. England and America stared at each other for a while, both of them sizing the other up. Alfred was the first one to crack a smile. "Hey little man! He's yours Francis?" he asked curiously. The three other nations in the room quickly made eye contact and came to an agreement.

"Oui. 'e's my little cousin," said the Frenchman quickly, giving a convincing smile. Alfred chuckled.

"He's pretty cute. What's his name?"

At this Arthur decided to speak. "You can ask me you know," he said haughtiy. Well, as haughtily as he could. That's when he remembered his accent. Well, there was nothing he could do about that. Matthew gave a silent sigh behind his brother's back, shaking his head at France. America raised his eyebrows.

"Whoa, France, dude, his accent is totally like Iggy's," he exclaimed, grinning and holding his arms out. "Can I hold him?" France shrugged and handed the toddler over. Britain scowled, crossing his arms as America observed him carefully. "He's even got Iggy's eyebrows. Are you sure he's your cousin? He seems more like a miniature version of… Wait! Is this Arthur's kid?"

Canada face palmed. Yep, this was going to be a hard with his brother around.

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