Arthur's head hit the edge of the counter with a thud followed by a low irritated groan from the man. His face was hidden by his messy blonde hair and his hand clutched the drink that was still resting on the counter. The owner of the bar approached him cautiously. "Um excuse me sir if I may say, but I do believe you have had quite enough for one night." The bar tender suggested hoping the drunk would leave soon, normally he was used to dealing with people like this, he is a bartender after all. However this certain blond just could not hold his liquor, it was obnoxious really. He kept going on about someone named Alfred and how he was the most 'ungrateful slimy git that ever decided to live on this earth' or so he says.

"WHAT ARE you talking abouuut? I'M perfectly fine!" Arthur words were slurred and unnecessarily loud as he brought his head up. "Just oneee more drink, OKAY?" Arthur gave the bartender a drunken smile which faded into a frown before Arthur vomited all over the counter. "…I can clean that…" Arthur said staring at the mess that was splattered before him.

"Okay that's it. GET OUT NOW." The extremely annoyed bartender rounded himself away from the counter to behind Arthur's seat. He grabbed him by the collar and slowly started to drag him to the door. "HEY GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I WASN'T DONE DRINKING YET!"

"Yes you are." The bartender replied sternly and proceeded to throw the man outside the door. "We are closed." And with that he slammed the door in Arthur's face and proceeded to go clean the mess that still awaited him on his counter.

"HEY YOUUU CANT KICK ME OUT! IT'S MY BIRRTHHDAYY!" The blonde started to kick at the door for a while before shouting, "FINE! I WAS GROWING TIRED OF YOUR COMPANY ANYWAY! WANKER!"

However the truth was it really was his birthday, he had come to America hoping to spend it with family like he used to, back when America was still a cute little kid. He remembered America giving him little homemade presents and small parties that the boy usually planned all by his self. But this year when he went to America's house, the wanker didn't even know what day it was! His day! His special day! He felt so betrayed that he left as soon as he realized Alfred didn't even remember, to find the nearest bar. He knew he was over reacting but he didn't care.

England sat on the curb outside the bar, it was night time now and there was a chill in the air. Arthur had been at the bar for quite some time now, when he left Alfred's house the sun was still up, but now it looked like it was about to strike midnight. "Things were better when that wanker was just a kid…" he whispered. "HEY! You know what!" Arthur shouted to no one in particular, he WAS still completely wasted, "If things were easier when he was a kid, THEN WHOES TO STOP ME FROM MAKING IT HOW IT USED TO BE!" Arthur stood up from the curb and started to make his way to Alfred's house. "I'm the United bloody Kingdom! And I've done this kind of magic before! This should be no problem for me!"

Arthur reached Alfred's house and saw his suit cases still at his front step, "Bloody wanker didn't even bother putting them in his house, what if someone had tried to steal from them." Arthur reached in one of his suit cases and rummaged in it till he found what he was looking for, "Aha! There it is." England pulled out a wand and slurred out a spell and pointed the wand at his own head. His clothes proceeded to change into a toga like outfit followed by a halo and wings forming on his body. Arthur chuckled a drunken laugh before letting himself in the house.

The house was dark and quiet as the blonde stumbled into the living room. "He's not here…he must have gone to bed." He slurred before heading to Alfred's bedroom. He creaked the door open and there he was, in his bed sprawled wearing his hamburger patterned pajamas, drool hanging from the side of his mouth and snoring rather loudly. Arthur laughed a bit at the sight then proceeded to walk into the room. The room was dark and it was hard to see, not to mention England was drunk, it wasn't long before he tripped on something plummeting to the ground at full force. "ARGH BLOODY HELL!"

Alfred shot strait up from his bed giving a rather odd girly shriek. "W-who the hell is there?" He searched around the room but saw no one, he quickly turned the light on to get a better look around. He heard a low groan as he saw someone rising from behind the edge of his bed. Alfred gave out another girly shriek before noticing the eyebrows on the intruder. America sighed in relief when he realized who it was. "Oh my god Arty you almost gave me a heat attack. Haha! What are you doing here? And where did you run off to earlier?"

Arthur dusted his self off from his fall earlier. "America if you ever have a heart attack, it won't be because of me, it will be because of all the damned hamburgers you eat all day!" "Aww come on dude that's not nice, and are you drunk again?" America asked noticing the heavy slur in England's voice. "WOAH! And what the hell are you wearing?"

"If I'm drunk it's your fault! Now shut up and hold still!"

"What! Why? And you still didn't answer why you're dressed like that!" Alfred shifted off the bed and started inching toward the door.

"Because I bloody feel like it. Now pipe down. You're starting to give me a headache." England then started to raise his wand and pointed it at America.

"Dude what are you doing? Calm down."

"I'm just fixing a little problem with your attitude. Maybe then you'll remember my birthday like you used to." Arthur then proceeded to chant a spell under his breath.

"Your birthday? That's what this is about? Aw hell England don't be such a drama queen! So what if I forgot!" Alfred stopped when he saw the wand starting to glow. "Arthur your drunk. STOP. Crap! I'm out of here!

America sprinted to the door but it was too late as England pointed the wand at America and fired. Alfred saw the light surround his body and felt a strange numbness spread throughout his body but as quickly as it started, it stopped and the light was gone.

Alfred opened his eyes and looked around the room. What the hell everything looked so big! "What the hell did you do to my room Arty!" America shifted his gaze to England to find him back in normal clothes and smiling like the drunken idiot he was. He looked so tall.

America then took the hint and looked at his own hands, he couldn't see them, and because his sleeves hung over them and almost reached the floor. Looking down he also saw his pajama pants on the floor, like someone pulled them down, or they fell. He then realized the size of his pants looked way to huge for his hips and legs. He also noticed his boxers in the pile of clothes beneath him; blushing like mad he reached down and picked up his pants and underwear clutching them tightly to his stomach. He looked up as he heard England approaching him.

"Aww you look so cute little America!" Arthur then scooped Alfred into his arms and wrapped him up in his own clothes like a blanket would then hugged him tightly.

"W-what, what did you do to me!" Alfred panicked noticing his size as he was held in Arthur's arms. "Let go!"

Arthur pulled Alfred away from his body and held him in front of his self, examining his size. "Hmm… you look around 4 or 5 years old. That's good." Arthur then started hugging Alfred again before hiccupping loudly.

"F-f-four or f-f-f-five?" Alfred was in shock he had no idea what the hell just happened.

"Mhm…uhh" England began swaying; Alfred tried to escape the grip from England. But suddenly the room started fading in Arthur's eyes and he soon passed out on the bed squishing America underneath him.

"GAAAHH! GET OFF YOU'RE FREAKIN HEAVY DUDE!"

The next morning

"Uggghh my head! Ugh where am I?" Arthur peaked from underneath the blankets to examine the room. "This is Alfred's house…but how the bloody hell did I get here. Ugh What happened last night?" He threw the covers over his head to block out the sun. God what an awful hangover and he couldn't even remember last night. The sound of footsteps approaching stopped Arthur from falling back to sleep.

"Good you're awake, NOW FIX THIS! Arthur's eyes shot open at the sound of the voice. Why was there a kid, by the sounds of it, in Alfred's house? And fix what? Arthur felt the bed shift, feeling what he figured, was the kid climbing in the bed, and felt the boy sit in his chest. He then felt the covers being yanked violently off his face and came face to face with the origin of the voice he heard earlier.

Arthur stared at the small face that was just inches from his. His face, oh god his face. He knew it all to well. "A-a-a-merica?" England whispered. The boy's eyes were glaring at him. "Yes it's me! Now fix it!"

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well you did this!"

"I did! Oh bloody hell." England put two and two together. "By any chance did I come by yesterday wearing a toga and a halo? Please tell me I didn't."

"YES you did. Telling me you could fix my attitude problem or something crazy like that.

"Ugh stop yelling! My head bloody hurts. …How old are you anyways?"

"I think you said around four or five."

"UGH this is all wrong."

"Your damn right its wrong! I'm tiny!"

"No, no not that. The spell, the spell."

"What do you mean?"

"This certain spell, when it's casted, is supposed to make you loose your memory making you actually ACT like a four year old. But by the looks of it, you know fully well how old you really are. I wonder what happened to the spell…"

"Well you WERE wasted when you casted it."

"Right…then I think I said the wrong words and the spell came out differently but then that means…." England's faced changed from annoyance to sheer horror.

"What! What is it!" America cried out, suddenly very worried.

"BLOODY HELL! N-n-n-no oh n-n-no no no no no…"

"WHAT! TELL ME!"

"W-w-well, the way I r-reverse a spell is as simple as saying the spell backwards."

"Okay then just say it backwards, I don't see what the problem is. You know the spell."

"No you bloody fool! The spell came out WRONG. Were you not listening? I cant' say it backwards because I don't know what I bloody said!"

"WHAT!"

"I'm sorry! America you're stuck like this…"