"America?" England called. There was no answer. England raised an eyebrow and glanced over at the others. This European Union meeting was hosted by the British nation and as America had already been visiting he had been present, but now America was nowhere to be seen.

"I saw Amérique go through that door there. Nosy imbécile." France said. England's eyes widened and then narrowed in anger.

"You fool, America!" He yelled. The others followed curiously as England exploded through the door and ran into the cellar. "America, don't touch a thing!" The American looked up with a grin.

"Hey, Iggy~ Is this like, your wine cellar or something?"

"Or something." England muttered, folding his arms crossly.

"What's that?" America pointed to an elaborately decorated pentagram inside a circle drawn in chalk on the floor.

"No, don't touch it! That's my magic circle."

"And is this your magic wand?" America said sarcastically, picking up the star-tipped stick.

"Yes, as a matter of fact it is, and I would very much appreciate it if you didn't mess with it."

"Ah, don't be such a buttmunch, Artie!" England glared furiously and grabbed for the wand. America held tight to it, and the two wrestled for it.

"Give...it...BACK!" England growled with a particularly powerful wrench. A beam of light burst from the star on the end and hit England in the chest. He gave a yelp of pain and staggered back into a shelf, knocking an empty bottle off. It fell and hit him in the head where it shattered, knocking him out and leaving a nice sized bloody bruise.

"Angleterre!" France cried. Germany, who was closest, knelt to examine him. America stood frozen with a look of horror on his face. Germany picked up England's hand and felt his wrist for a pulse.

"He's cold as ice and not breathing, but there's a definite pulse." He said.

"Thank god!" America sighed. He dropped the wand carelessly onto the floor as he bent over the unconscious Brit. The wand bounced and shot out several rays of light, which hit the shelves of bottles and sent some crashing. The bottles shattered onto the floor and the contents mixed together into a frothy river. America yelped and jumped up to look for a roll of paper towels. The frothy stuff bubbled toward the nations. Most of them jumped out of the way, but Germany was still crouched over England. The froth bubbled over them, hissing sinisterly, and burned their clothes. Germany yelled in pain as the stuff foamed over his bare leg (most of the pant leg had been burned away by now). Prussia, who had also tagged along, cried out in alarm and dived to his brother's aid. England, however, was still unconscious, and was almost completely covered in the stuff, and his clothes were being vaporized. Most of the lower section of his pant leg was in charred fragments and a portion of his shirt was burned off. By now Germany and Prussia were also unconscious. As the frothy stuff bubbled even higher, there was a flash of white light. Somebody (Romano) yelped and grabbed Spain's arm. When it cleared, a most strange sight awaited them.

The three countries had been turned into children, and they were sitting up with utterly confused expressions on their faces.

England had slightly chubby cheeks with the same old eyebrows and hairstyle, except his hair was softer and a bit shorter and neater. He wore a black hooded cape over a knee-length white tunic and black pants. Prussia's hair was shorter as well and his face was rounder but otherwise he looked exactly the same. He still had the arrogant smirk on his face, but he was now clothed in his Teutonic Knights robes and looked about 6 or 7 years old. But Germany... The sight of Germany made several countries gasp loudly. Germany had a rather round face, and his hair was hanging messily in his eyes. On his head was a black hat rimmed with gold and he wore an all-black outfit with brown leather boots and a long black cloak.

The sight of a nation long dead was a shock to many, but no one was more affected than Italy, who stood stock still and stared wordlessly at the child before him. "Holy Rome..." Italy whispered.

EDITED 2/15/16.