A/N: This is pointless but I just wanted to write it. :/ I didn't really have time to read over this, since its midnight but... I'm still working on Lili's Adventure in Wonderland, too.

Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own Hetalia

"Oh bloody- Crap what now?" England stared down at Canada. A Canada he had just accidentally magicked. Again. Why did he have to interrupt meee? England thought. Earlier, Canada had come down to his basement looking for him. The Brit was in the middle of a spell and accidentally released the magic on his former colony. The last few times he had turned into some small furry animal and it wasn't very hard to turn him back to normal. Besides, Canada's animal forms looked cute, so it wasn't all bad. For England and some other countries. This time, Canada had turned back into his little chibi form from his colonial days. In other words, he shrank.

"Um, Arthur? Why are my clothes so big, eh? Waaaaiiiit, you magicked me again didn't you?" Canada sighed. Well, it was still the modern Canada in there, at least.

"Er, sorry lad. Don't worry, I'll turn you back to normal." England chuckled. "Though it sure brings back memories, seeing you like this." He picked up the smaller nation. "Let's find you some clothes first. Turning you back to normal might take a while."

"Okay." The Canuk sighed again. England carried Canada out of the basement and set him on the plush forest green couch in his living room. He hurried to his closet and then smacked his head against the door when he realized that nothing in there would fit the now chibi-Canadian. The Brit dashed to the attic instead. Once he climbed the stairs, England began furiously searching for a certain- Ah! There it was! He held up a white, somewhat frilly dress. It was the one that Canada wore in his colonial days. The Englishman hurried down from the attic, down the stairs, to the first floor, and into the living room. Canada was looking at his sleeves.

"Oh. Welcome back Arthur. He he, I kinda look like China, with these long sleeves, eh." Canada raised one sleeve-covered hand and exclaimed "I like pandas, aru!" England chuckled at the younger country's impression. He held out the dress.

"This is all I have, poppet." The Brit laughed at his former colony's horrified expression.

"D-d-don't you- Can't you, like, make me s-some clothes?" Canada asked. His face was a light pink color. He hated that bloody dress.

"No, I can't, like, make you some clothes. Now, would you like some help putting this on or-"

"N-non! I can put it on myself…"Canada's blush darkened. England handed him the dress.

"I'm going to check the spellbooks to see how to return you to normal." And on that note, he left.

A little while later, England heard the pitter-patter of Canada climbing down the basement stairs. He turned to see Chibi-Canada, in all his glory and frilly dress that he wore when he was a colony. Good times, good times.

"I guess I'll have to call you Canadia?" England joked.

"How's it going, eh?" 'Canadia' asked.

"Um, well it seems I need to make a potion to turn back." England looked a bit uneasy. "But I'm a bit short on ingredients right now…"

"You can get some more, right?"

"I believe I can get most of them from Norway, but some of them..." he paused. "Might take a while to collect, love."

"Oh. So…"

"So… I guess I'll.. I'll find someone to watch you while I collect the needed components." England really, really didn't want to leave his dear former colony in another country's care but he couldn't take him along.

"WHAT?" Canada almost yelled. "Y-you can't leave m-me!"

"I can't take you along." The Brit countered. He began heading up the basement stairs taking a list with him. Canada followed sulkily. He knew England was right. He'd only be in the way if he went along.

"Well, don't leave me with Alfred or Papa."

"I would never leave you with that wanker or Frog!" They were now in the living room. England was wondering who he should ask to take care of Canada while he was gone while looking over his list when there was a hesitant knock on the door.

"U-um Britain?" It was Italy. "Oi Tea Bastard!" and Romano. "You home?"

"I'll be right there." England scooped up Canada and headed to the front door and answered it. "Yes? Do you need something?" The Italy brothers never visited (because Italy was kind of afraid of the Brit and Romano just didn't like him) unless they needed something. Last time, Italy needed some tea for Japan who was visiting but he didn't have any. So he went all the way to the Englishman's house to ask for some.

"U-uh who is-"Italy was cut off when England exclaimed "WHAT?" at his list and somewhat shoved Chibi-Canada into Romano's arms (because he was closer), grabbed a coat, and ran off shouting "I have to go now or else I won't be able to get the Pegasus feathers! Watch Canadia for me! If you hurt him I'LL KILL YOU!"

Italy, Romano, Chibi-Canada stared down the street from which England had disappeared. Italy and Romano turned their attention back to Chibi-Canada in Romano's arms who was still staring down the street in disbelief. Why the Italian brothers? Canada thought, They're okay but…

"So this is Canadia? I thought it looked more like Canada." Romano was the first one to come out of shock.

"Non. I'm Canada, but Arthur accidentally-"

"Veee~ He magicked you again, huh?" Italy cut in. "I remember when he turned you into a little kitty cat. Greece said you were one of the cutest kitties he had ever seen!"

"Uhhh… That's nice, eh."

"Now we have to take care of you or what?" Romano asked.

"I guess. I don't want to go with America or France."

"Yeah, we have to take care of you. Don't want Wine Bastard or Burger Bastard to do anything to you. Right, fratello?" For some reason, Romano felt like he should protect the little Canada. Maybe because he didn't like being so vulnerable when he was Chibiromano and didn't like the thought of leaving Canadia at the mercy of some other big, scary country (like Russia!) who would try to take over him (like Turkey!).

"Yup! And don't call Big Brother that!"

"Why not?"

"Because-"

"So are we going to stand here all day?" Canada cut in. He didn't want them to start fighting.

"I guess we should go home." Said Italy.

"Who's?" Romano and Canada asked in unison.

"Ours, of course!"

And so of they went to Italy's house.

"Um, we did lock Britain's door, right?"

"I t-think we locked Arthur's door, eh."

"Meh. Who cares. I don't think we did."

"No, I pretty sure we did. Pretty sure."

"Did we?"