Geez, I'm so tired today….I wonder why, for I didn't do anything which would cause it…..Did I? England thought to himself as he undressed himself for bed one full-moon night. Well, all I did really was take that walk through my garden, and trimmed the rosebushes. So that's not much. I need to stop finding reasons and just go to bed.
He collapsed onto the king-sized, quilted bed he called his own, and yawned a giant yawn. Now was time for him to fall asleep, he told himself as he crawled clumsily under the covers, barely having time to get comfortable before abruptly going unconscious…
America woke up with a start as the attendant shook him awake. "Huh? What's going on, are we gonna fall out of the sky?" He immediately began to panic.
"No, Mr. Jones. We are going to be landing in about fifteen minutes, and everyone obviously needs to be awake so we can all get off to our destinations. Am I right, sir?" the attendant questioned him sternly.
America nodded as he turned to the tray in front of him which was loaded in food. There were salad wraps, bacon and eggs, and a nearly-full glass of orange juice. "Thanks for breakfast! It looks great!"
"Not a problem, Mr. Jones. I'll be on my way now." And the attendant walked off, leaving America to his meal.
After he ate, he had to rush to get his things at the London airport, and then he set out in his private car to a certain someone's home. The home of Arthur Kirkland, also known as England. Little did he know, that along with the incoming World Conference, he'd have to deal with a tiny situation who was currently the occupant of the Kirkland residence…..
England slowly opened his eyes, and yawned as he rubbed the sleep away from his emerald green eyes. That was when he realized that something seemed unnatural. Why did it seem like he was different from the night before? He wondered as he tried to climb out of the bed, only to notice with shock that the drop between the top of the bed and the floor had gotten lower than before.
"W-What happened he-WHY IS MY VOICE ALL…..tiny?" he said in fear as he touched his lips.
Something is totally wrong here….England thought as he made his way to the front edge of his bed, and looked in the dresser mirror, jumping back immediately. I'm….A baby. Why?
And then he blacked out.
America whistled the Maroon 5 tune "Misery" as he came up to the door of England's prim and proper little house just outside of London, and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again, wishing the Brit had installed an actual doorbell and not just a doorknocker.
After a few minutes, America decided to find the spare set of keys that he knew England kept under a small rosebush next to the stairs. He got down onto the ground and dug less than four inches under before hitting the metal that was in the shape of a key. England's key. America unlocked the door and reburied the key before going inside to investigate.
"Hey, Iggy! You home? You know I was coming, I told you on Facebook! Or did you not see my message?" America called out as he checked the first floor of the house with very little luck.
He began to grow worried as he climbed up the stairs, but the closer he got to the top, the more sounds he began to hear. Scurrying sounds. Well, at least England's probably alive. America reassured himself as he got into the upstairs hallway.
"AWAH!" THUMP!
America jumped at the sudden voice and the noise following it. It had to be England! Now all he had to do was find him…..
Little England was in a panic. He had no idea where he was. In fact…..He really didn't remember anything. But he kept hearing things in the house, and they freaked him out. Like, the yell he had heard from below. Was that a monster out to get him?
He had been running around the hallways, trying to find a good place to hide, without any luck in his opinion. When he started hearing the noises below, he got into a frenzy, which basically made him stumble around the hallways due to the fact that he couldn't walk very well.
When he had gotten into a smallish room, he tried to get into a giant basin, and ended up falling into it. With a started yowl, he tumbled into a large knob. Water immediately began to pour on him, and it was freezing cold.
England shrieked as he tried to climb out, but he kept slipping down into it again. Why had he gotten in here? Soon, he was grabbing at the edge of the basin, water already up to his thighs, for the drain was plugged up. He was scared, very scared….
As America got up onto the second floor, he heard a load shriek and the thundering sound of running water, which then told him where England was. In the tub…but it didn't sound good. He rushed to the bathroom where the noise was coming from, and he saw a most shocking sight.
There, clinging to the edge of the bathtub, was a toddler version of England, looking panicked and slightly pained.
"Hold on, I'll get you out, Iggy!" America said as he got closer to the tub.
England screamed in fear as America came up to him, and tried to move away, thus losing his grip on the edge and falling in the water. America scooped him out quickly, much to England's dismay, and turned off the water.
He struggled as America dried him off and tried to run off once put down, but America closed the door to stop him, and it worked. Sort've.
England started to cry hysterically and hid his face in the soaking wet towel as America tried to find something to serve as clothing for the toddler nation. Once he found a newly washed over-sized shirt for him to wear, America took him out of the room, and tried to reassure him to no avail.
"Do you even remember me?" America whispered so low that England had to strain to hear, but the toddler did not reply. Obviously he didn't. "I guess you don't. Well, you can call me Alfred. I'll try to take care of you until you grow back to normal. If you do, anyway."
England clenched America's shirt as he slowly realized that this man by the name of Alfred was not here to harm him, but only to help him. Maybe he should just give him a chance…..Or should he just depend on him? Could he even really trust him?
Yes. He could. He had saved him from the evil water, had clothed him, and so far protected him.
"Awfwed." He murmured into the soft fabric of America's ninja shirt.
"Hmm? You want something? Wait-You can talk?" America was astonished.
"Bwah, git." England answered in his strange baby gabble as he looked away from America.
"Same as when you were normal." America murmured to himself as he grabbed his car keys and England's house keys. "Well, we are making a trip to the store. I can't have you wearing that all day, and otherwise, you'll need out things to keep you healthy and happy."
Once England was put in the back seat of America's purple Mustang, and after a small panic attack on England's part, they were off to the nearest drug store, where America was sure they would find most of the things England would need.
During the simi-long car ride, England was very scared, he was sure that something terrible was going to happen, or that he would fly out. He didn't respond when Alfred talked to him, and he kept looking down at his feet, which began to grow cold.
Eventually, the duo reached a drugstore, and America helped England out of the car and carried him to the entrance of the store, where there were lots of carts. England complained as he was placed in the child seat of the cart and was driven around the store with no say in whatever America got him. That was, until they reached the toy isle.
America knew that, seeing as England was now a child, he would need toys and games to entertain him when he would get bored of sitting around. So he figured he'd let England have a small say in what he wanted toy-wise.
"Hey, Iggy, do you want to pick out some stuff to play with when we get home?" he asked as he stopped in front of a shelf of stuffed animals. He immediately caught the Brit's attention.
"Pway?" England asked as he looked at the animals on the shelf carefully.
"Yeah, you know, for when you get bored of me or something. I should hope you have fun with whatever you get too."
Suddenly England clapped his hands in excitement. He had found the animal he wanted from the shelf. It was a medium-sized light purple griffon with stunning green bead eyes. "Want! Awfwed! Gwiffin!" England cheered as he reached out for the make-believe animal.
"Is that what you really want Iggy?" America asked in curiosity, an eyebrow raised.
"Want gwiffin!" Was the reply.
"Okay, here you go buddy. Don't mess it up too much while we're in here, okay?" America said as he handed the griffin to England, who calmly took it and held on to it while beginning to blabber in baby-speak to it.
The rest of the shopping trip went relatively well, with England picking out quite an array of things for himself to play with, and America picking out things to take care of England with. Once they got to the cash register, the cashier-woman was thrilled to see that someone had actually bought the griffin, because apparently they weren't selling well in the store.
After they got out of the store, America looked at England, who looked like he was beginning to doze off in the child seat, hugging his griffin close to him. "You sure are a sleepyhead, aren't you, Iggy?" America murmured to him as he prepared the child car seat in his car and then placed England in it.
England responded by mumbling something unintelligible as he tried to get comfortable in the car seat. America grinned and packed the other shopping bags in the trunk of the car, and then got into the front seat of it, turning the engine on. "I think this time together will be a very interesting point in our history together." America said to himself as he began to pull the car out of the parking lot, heading for England's house once more…
To Be Continued.
