(c)Hetalia - Himaruya Hidekaz
Cover to come later... IPad crashed, so couldn't draw...

America snuck down the halls of the World Meeting building, looking over every corner he passed. No one was around, but he still had to make sure. America had came early to today's meeting because he knew England always came early and today the American had something planned for the Brit.

America was getting really annoyed with England always bossing him around, saying that he was still a child. He was not! America was man! And to prove so, he 'borrowed' one of England's spell books, a hilarious prank in mind.

Finally reaching the meeting room, the nation silently poked his head inside, seeing that no one was present at the moment. America smiled, hurrying in and finding a place to hide, knowing full well that everyone else was coming in very soon.

As he quickly flipped to the page the prank spell was on, the American heard footsteps approaching the room, prepared to cast the spell. It shouldn't be that hard to use magic; England did it all the time, even if he did screw up half of the time. But he was America and can do anything! At least, that was what he thought.

Making his way towards the meeting room, China subtly groaned in pain. At 4000 years, his bones and muscles start to get sore once in a while. Even though China was very proud of his old age, the ancient nation inwardly wished he was a lot younger than he currently was. That way, he wouldn't have to deal with the reoccurring pain.

"Ugh, I really don't have the energy to deal with those bratty nations aru..." China complained to himself with a sigh, walking into the World Meeting room. Instead of walking into an empty room, China was met with a bright flash, followed by a screen of smoke and a weird tingling feeling flowing throughout his body.

"Aiyah!" the nation yelled, falling back onto his bottom. "What the‒"

"Hahahaha!" America laughed, walking out of his hiding spot. "Who's the kid now, Engla‒ China!?" The American ran over to said nation. China was still on the floor, coughing as the smoke faded away. "Shit!"

"What was that!?" someone shouted, followed by haste footsteps. "What is going on in here?!" It was England followed by France. The two European nations first looked down, noticing China, then back up at the only other person in the room; America.

"America, what did you do?" England asked with a scolding tone of voice. Said nation started stuttering incoherently as the two European nations attempted to help China up, only to be swatted away.

"Don't touch me aru!" China smacked England and France's hands away, standing up himself. For some reason, his body didn't ache anymore.

"China?" France called, gaining said nation's attention. "What happened? You look... younger and... Did you get taller?"

The three nations blinked at the Asian, America and England noticing what France was saying. America pulled England next to China, much to the Brit's displeasure, and compared their height. China was just as tall as England.

"Holy crap!" America shouted.

"What!?" China shouted right after.

England and France turned to America, noticing the book in his hand. They quickly took the book from him, noticing it was a spell book.

"Bloody hell!" England cussed.

"C-China, are you alright? How do you feel?" France asked, worried about his friend's current condition.

"I feel... great aru." China answered truthfully. He started bending his joints, not feeling an inch of pain. He also wasn't tired at all. "I feel 3000 years younger." China smiled, starting to hop on one foot then the other.

"America, which spell did you use?" England whispered to America with a glare as France talked with China.

"I-It was this one..." America answered, opening up to the page the spell was on. England read over the page; a youth spell.

"You turned China 15!?" England shouted, gaining China and France's attention.

"15 aru...?" China repeated silently to himself, looking down at his hands as America and England started fighting and France trying to calm them down.

At first, the Chinese nation was about to explode with anger, but then he started considering the possibilities. He could probably do so much more than he could do before. He had the strength, agility, and body of a teenager.

"15 huh?" China repeated, this time with a smirk. The others finally turned to him with uneasy feelings inside. "Well, I'm off aru." China smirked, turning towards the door.

"Wait! What about the meeting!?" England shouted.

"Pssh, screw that aru! There's a million better things to do than sit in a stuffy room with people yelling at each other. See ya!" China answered, now running out the door.

"Wait!" England shouted, starting to go after China.

"What's so bad about this?" England stopped at America's question, turning back around.

" 'What's so bad'? One of the largest, oldest, and greatest nations in the world now has the personality and senses of a teenage boy! And he'll be stuck like that if we don't do something quickly!" England roared.

"Imagine, all that history and power in the hands of a rebellious 15-year-old boy..." France thought aloud.

"We have to turn him back before anyone notices and before any damage is made." England said, heading out the door. He stopped when another figure blocked his way; Russia.

"Hello, everyone." Russia greeted. "Why is a youthful China running around?"

"It's a long sorry." France answered. "Which way did he go?" Russia pointed and the three western nations followed his directions, the Russian following behind.

Unaware that the former Allies were hunting him down, China started to slow down his pace. It wasn't that he was tired, that was far from it with his new stamina and agility, something was just in his way. "Aiyah, stupid hair aru." he said to himself, pulling his hair from his face even though it was in a ponytail. "Why do I even keep it so long?"

As China continued walking, he stumbling into a break room. In the break room was a small kitchen where nations usually made tea or coffee or something as they relaxed. "Ah ha!" China walked into the small kitchen, pulling out a drawer. In the drawer were some sharp knives.

As the 15-year-old nation picked up a knife with one hand and pulled back his ponytail with the other, the Allies ran by the door. They stopped when seeing China and ran back towards the door. Now standing at the door, the Allies were just about to witness the unimaginable.

"China, what're you‒" England manage to say, but stopped midsentence.

With one swift slice, China's hair was gone.

3/5 Allies stared speechlessly at the Asian, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Russia just had a neutral facial expression, his usual childish smile no longer present. "What did you do!?" America finally shouted.

"What aru?" China asked with a bored expression and matching tone of voice, turning to those at the door.

"Your lovely hair." France said.

"Yeah, it was getting in the way aru. It's so much more lighter now."

"B-but‒" America started, but was cut off.

"If you want it so bad, here." China smirked again, tossing his ponytail over to the others. Not even realizing it, England let it land in the palms of his hands, soon freaking out and tossing it away. America and France freaked out as well.

"Hahaha!" China erupted into laughter, clutching his stomach. "You should've seen the looks on your faces aru!"

"That's quite enough, China!" England shouted, face flushed from embarrassment and anger. "You are coming with us this instant before you do anything else rash!" China stopped laughing, standing back up straight with a fierce expression.

"No." he said. "I'm going to enjoy myself and you can't stop me aru."

"Well, we're at the door!" America shouted back. "There's no other exit!" The two groups glared down at each other, waiting for the other to react. The room was silent.

"Fine." China finally said with a sigh, putting both hands up like he was surrendering. "You're right; I should act responsibly and go back to being a 4000-year-old ancient nation aru." With that, he slowly made his way to the Allies, making them drop their guard.

A second later, China took off sprinting towards the others, dropping and sliding right under their legs. Right when he passed under them, the teenage nation jumped back up and took off running again. "Yeah right! Like I'm going to go back to aches and pains and endless meeting aru!" The Allies groaned, running after China once again.

"Fuck! Is that really China!?"

"This feels like Hong Kong all over again..."

"He has so much energy!"

"Kol kol kol kol..."

The group ran out the building, ignoring all the nations giving them weird looks or asking what was going on. They looked left to right, but China was already gone.

"Where could he have gone!?" France yelled with panic. "There isn't much that would entertain him in New York!"

"America! This is your home! What do teenagers like to do around here!?" England shouted to said nation.

"Uh..." America contemplated the question for a moment. "Central Park! Everyone goes there!"

"Great! Let's go!"

"Wait!" France shouted. "What do we do about the meeting!?" England and America paused; France made a very good point.

"Just send someone to tell them that we won't be there." America answered.

"Okay, who?" France asked, arms crossed. There was another silence before the three turned to Russia.

"Yes?" Russia smiled childishly.

"Russia, can you tell everyone to start without us?" England asked. "It's important that we get China and change him back quickly."

"Of course~ They may be reluctant about it, but I'm pretty sure I can convince them." Russia answered, dark aura showing as he 'kol kol kol'-ed. The three others shuttered.

"Awesome! Let's go, Guys!" America shouted, running towards Central Park. England followed with France behind.

"Good luck, Russia!" the French nation shouted, soon catching up with the others. Russia continued smiling, waving goodbye. Once they were out of sight, the Russian nations reentered the building. Kol kol kol kol...

Deciding that he probably lost the Allies, China stopped running. He looked all around at his surroundings; New York City was so big. The nation stopped when noticing something in one of the building windows; it was his reflection.

China gave a look of disgust at his current outfit. "Hell no am I wearing this aru." he said, looking down at his military uniform. The nation made his way towards the hotel he and the other nations were staying at. Everyone was at the meeting, so he shouldn't run into anyone.

The hotel was less than a block away from the World Meeting building, so China arrived there very quickly. When he entered his room, he made his way to his suitcase. China opened up his suitcase, looking through the clothes he brought.

"No. No. No. No." he rejected each and every one of them. All his clothing were either his military uniforms or Mandarin shirts. "Fine, I'll just fix them up aru."

China switched out of his current clothes and put on one of his red Mandarin shirts and black knee high pants. He looked in the mirror, ripping off the baggy sleeves. Still not satisfied, China stuck his tongue out childishly at himself. He then unbuttoned the intricate gold buttons, revealing a white undershirt.

"Good enough aru." China shrugged, walking towards the door. He could always just go out and buy something later. Right as he was about to walk out, something caught the corner of his eye. It was Hong Kong's IPod. He remembered he took it away from his younger brother this morning when the younger nation set off firecrackers and woke him up.

With another shrug, China took the IPod and left, closing the door behind him. As he made his way towards the elevator, he scanned through the playlists. Normally, China would be very annoyed with the songs, but now he found the songs pretty good, ranging from Cpop to Jpop and Kpop to Cantopop.

When he got off the elevator, realization hit the Chinese nation. The others were probably still after him. He cussed silently in Chinese to himself, looking around to see if they were around. That was when China noticed the hotel gift shop and a plain black cap they sold.

With a smile, China made his way to the gift shop, purchasing the cap along with a pair of matching black gloves and dark sunglasses. "There we go aru." China said happily, walking out of the hotel as he put on the sunglasses and covered his ears with Hong Kong's headphones.

The Chinese nation started aimlessly walking around the bustling city, somehow ending up in Central Park. "Well, I'm pretty sure there'll be something to do here aru."

Please excuse spelling, grammar, OoC-ness and/or language. Reviews are loved.

I'll write AvE and the others really soon! No school tomorrow...