"Bloody hell Alfred! Do you ever stop talking?" Arthur clamped his hands over his ears, but it wasn't enough to drown out Alfred's ranting. The American just continued, oblivious to Arthur's complaints. With an aggravated sigh, Arthur leaned on the trunk of the tree who was shading them. He closed his eyes, trying to relax. He was about to drift off when he heard a soft, but audible voice, frantically saying:

"Oh dear, oh dear. I'm late! I'm late!"

Arthur turned his head, and saw Matthew, wearing red coat with tails, holding a golden pocket watch. "What the hell are you wearing, lad?" Arthur called, but Matthew ignored him. "Alfred! Alfred, you git, look at that!" He shook Alfred's shoulder, trying to get his attention. Alfred didn't even respond.

He looked back at Matthew, just in time to see the Canadian jump into a rabbit hole. A fairly large rabbit hole. He got up and ran over to the hole, and looked down into its depths. "Matthew! Stop, lad! Where are-Ack!" His hand slipped, and he fell right in to the dark hole.

He stumbled through the darkness, his hands flailing about trying to grab hold of anything. To his surprise, he caught hold of an umbrella. He hurriedly opened it, and as he hoped, it acted as a parachute for him, helping him gently float down.

Arthur squinted in the darkness, but it surprisingly got lighter as he descended in the hole. And oddly enough, there were other objects floating about, like books, plates, lamps,etc. But as he got lower in the hole, it got dark again, and suddenly his umbrella stopped working, and he plummeted down.

"BLOODY HELL!"

He landed on a dirty ground with a thump. Rubbing his eyes, he got up, and looked around. His eyes caught sight of a little door, and he saw Matthew run into it. " Matthew! Hold on lad!" He ran towards the door, but it shut behind Matthew, and then...It shrunk.

"Damn it, what's going on!"He crouched down and yanked at the tiny door knob a few times, but it wouldn't budge. Arthur kicked at the ground angrily. Looking around some more, he saw no other way out of the hole. "Ugh...how do I get out of here?"

In one corner, there was a little table with a bottle, labeled 'Drink me!'. Arthur noticed, and approached the little table. Curiously, he picked up the bottle, and sniffed its contents. It didn't seem to be poisonous...

Carefully, he drank it, and found it to be sweet and pleasant. He drank a little more, smacking his lips. Then, the room began growing larger and larger. Arthur was alarmed, but couldn't do anything. The room continued to enlarge until he only reached a quarter of the table leg. He grumbled angrily, but quickly realized that he was now small enough to go into the door.

He ran to the door, and tugged on the knob once more, but it still wouldn't budge. With any angry growl he kicked at it. "Ow! Stop that, will you?" A face appeared on the door knob, one resembling Francis. " You will dent my lovely wood!"

Recoiling in disgust,he looked at the knob disdainfully. "This day just keeps on getting bloody worse."" Oui, it does." The knob said grudgingly.

"How the bloody hell do I open you?" Arthur yelled at the door. "Why, you need the key, monsieur." "And where is the bloody key?" "On the table." And then he saw it, the gold key, sitting on the table like it had always been there. And perhaps it had.

"What do I do now..?" Arthur seethed. And then he noticed another table, a really tiny one, next to the bigger table's leg. He approached it, and saw that it had a bunch of little cakes, saying 'Eat me!'. He quickly ate one, and he grew at once.

Unfortunately, he really should have tested it first, as he kept growing and growing and growing. His head brushed the cave's ceiling. He swore briefly, but picked up the key from the table.

He was so frustrated. First he was to big to get through the door, then he got small enough and found it locked, and now he was too big again! He growled angrily. "Well, monsieur, what do you intend to do now?"

"You be quiet, you damn Frenchie! I should rip you off your hinges and-" As England cursed the French door, the door himself noticed that there was still some left in the 'drink me' bottle. The door knob coughed meaningfully, and silently indicated this. Arthur looked at the table, and saw the bottle. He grabbed it, and drank down every last drop. Another mistake, unfortunately, because he shrunk smaller and smaller, to the point that the door seemed a little large. The key was now as tall as his legs.

Arthur was speechless, but nonetheless, he manage to unlock the door ("Ouch! Be careful, you barbarian!"), and stepped through . And just in time, he saw Matthew run through another opening. "Matthew!Wait!" He called.

"Now before you do anything," The knob said, "There is one thing I must do." There was a sound of someone snapping their fingers, and a brief flash of light. When the light cleared, England saw that he was wearing...a dress. A blue dress, with a white apron, and shoes and long socks to match. And a headband. "What the hell is this, you git?" He yelled at the knob. The knob merely smirked, and the face disappeared.

Arthur swore briefly, but quickly chased after Matthew into the darkness.