DO NOT OWN HETALIA

Yay new story woop woop! and I haven't given up on my other story I just don't have any ideas at the moment, so hopefully when I do I shall update that ^^.

For now hopefully I'll finish this story soon ^^

I like it at least so far I don't know if you do so leave a review ^^.

England was down in his basement drawing runes on the floor in preparation to cast a spell that would make his fairy friends visible to all to prove once and for all they were real.

He smirked as he thought about what the other would say when they saw them.

Finishing the final rune with a flourish, he went over to the podium where the spell book was balanced on the wings protruding from the middle. He began to recite the spell before him.

The runes that lay in front of the podium began to glow blue as he progressed through the spell.

Just as he reached half way through the spell the door to the basement open with a large bang causing England to falter in his spell looking up at the intruder who stood framed in the doorway, mouth hanging open in surprise.

England tried to find this place and continue before the intruder distracted him further. He began saying his spell again before realising he had started in the wrong place he stopped at this realisation. Suddenly a white light filled the room.

France stood in the doorway completely shocked by what had just happened. After the white light stopped he saw that England had disappeared. When his eye adjusted to the dimness he saw that he saw Arthur's clothes in a pile on the floor with a child sized lump in the middle.

He walked carefully over prepared to jump back at any moment if he saw danger. He reached the bundle without any problems. He reached down pulled back the clothes to see a small child who looked up at him questioningly before promptly passing out into the soft clothes behind them.

Francis looked down in shock, eyes widened before scooping the small child, clothes and all into his arms and carried him out of the basement and back up to the guest room He always claimed as his own when he came. He laid the bundle on the clothes on the ready-made bed. He looked at the child who was slightly covered by the clothes. In his panic Francis subconsciously had decided that this was Arthur the eyebrows he now saw were confirmation of that.

Francis reached down and cuddled the unconscious child close to him. Then placed him down again before the questions of what to do started to bombard his mind, panic truly setting in. He slid on to the bed and put his head in his hands. He really had no idea what to do. He sighed before standing and walking downstairs to the kitchen and making some lunch. Cooking normally calmed him down but this time it didn't he was anxious about what mess Arthur would get himself into if he awoke in the child-like body and if he still had if he had his memories and if. No. Stop. He told himself just go up check on him when you're finished the food he told himself out loud as though it would have more effect than if he just thought. He quickly finished cooking and served the food onto plates. He took the two plates as well as cutlery for each of them with him as he walked upstairs to the room where he had left Arthur sleeping.

He carefully pushed open the door and backed into the room still carrying the plates; he placed them both on the side table and looked down at small child of about three or four years. He smiled at how cute he looked asleep like that curled up on his side, his face was innocent looking and for once not looking like he was miserable or plotting something.

Francis pulled a chair from the side of the room next to the bed and began to eat whilst still looking at the child he soon finished the food he chewed the last bite very slowly in a contemplative manner. He placed he plate next to the other plate he brought up for Arthur if he was hungry when he awoke. At the noise of the china against the wood Arthur stirred slightly. He turned on to his back sticking both arms out either side of side whilst making a small mmm… noise and screwing his face up slightly before he returned to passive sleeping.

Francis seeing this decided he had been asleep for long enough and started waking him up. He started by speaking out loud "Arthur it's time to wake up" when that got absolutely no response he decided to be a bit louder and shouted "Arthur! Wake up!" At this Arthur make a small noise of indignation and rolled over so his back was to Francis. He started to shake Arthur hoping that this would awake him before resorting to some more drastic methods. Arthur just curled up more and with the arm nearest to Francis he began to hit the arm shaking him. The attempt was pitiful but Francis stopped shaking him all the same. He sighed and called out "if you don't get up I'll pour water over you" this did get a response but not quite the he wanted, he wanted more actually sitting up, as it was Arthur merely rolled back onto his back and muttered out "I'm getting up" in a higher voice than normal but still filled with sleep, from there nothing else happened. Francis sighed he really didn't want it to come to this but he leaned over Arthur dozing form and kissed him on the lips. At this Arthur began to hit him weakly with his tiny fist, when Francis decided that he had probably waited long enough he broke the kiss and looked down to see Arthur pulled the quilt over his head and curl up more, deliberately placing his head over the tucked edge preventing it from being pulled back. Francis sighed again and stood up leaving the room. He came back moments later holding a bucket he had found filled with cold water.

"I'm giving you one last warning if you don't wake up I WILL pour this bucket of water over you" he watched the lump curl even tighter. "10. 9. 8." Still no movement so Francis stepped closer. "7. 6. 5." The lump uncurled slightly and began moving. Not satisfied he continued countining. "4." A little hand appeared at the edge of the blanket and slowly began to tug it back. "3." The top of his hair followed by big emerald eyes looked out "2." He looked up at the bucket held over him ready to be spilt over him."1." his eyes reflected fear as he dove back under the covers not aware that, that had been the opposite to what he was supposed to do to stop the water. "0." And with that Francis poured the water over the huddled lump.

"Are you awake now?" Francis asked curiously.

"Yes" replied a small voice from under the covers. "W-w-what w-w-was th-that f-f-for" he asked shivered and still refusing to appear.

"You wouldn't wake up" Francis stated simply.

"You n-n-need-dn't hav-ve s-s-soak-ked-d m-m-me" muttered a hurt voice from within.

Francis sighed yet again the voice getting to him and the shivers he could see through the quilt.

He pulled back the quilt and pulled Arthur out of the soggy mess and grabbing the towel, which he brought with the bucket, from the floor and placed it over his lap and set Arthur on top of it. The shivering even worse in the cool air, he carefully wrapped the towel around the small child and dried some of the water off and he carefully wiped the tears that were falling from his eyes that he hadn't noticed. He then offered the semi-warm food to the child. He looked up at him eye containing doubt.

"I promise you I didn't harm the food"

"Of course not and you also didn't pour water over the bed" he replied sarcastically.

Francis ignored the sarcastic comment like he normally did and took the plate filled with food and gave it to the small child on his lap. He took the cutlery in his small hands and stabbed a sausage with it bending his arm at an odd angle to keep hold of it and started to make a sawing action he got half way through before dropping the too large knife and Francis taking the knife and fork of him. He received a glare of daggers from the child; he laughed and placed them back at cutting said sausage up again. He completed the task much quicker than Arthur and he held the piece in front of his mouth waiting for him to open it. Arthur looked back up at him giving him a look of "you're not feeding me" he looked back down and tried to take the fork off him to put in his mouth himself except Francis wouldn't let go. He firmly held onto the fork and with his other hand he prized the smaller hands off the fork.

"You can't cut the food let me feed you"

"I can cut it, I can feed myself"

"Alright then" Francis said surrendering the fork to the child.

Arthur took hold of it with both hands and attempted to put the food in his mouth and proceeded to miss the first couple of times before getting it in his mouth and chewing it.

"See let me feed you and you won't get in such a mess" Francis explained

"But I can feed myself" Arthur argued back.

"If you don't let me feed you, I'll tie your hands to your sides" he threatened back.

Arthur continued to struggle.

"Fine" Francis said in defeat and placed Arthur on the still wet bed where he stood for a moment. Francis reached under the bed where he knew there was some rope he kept for emergencies grabbed it. During this time Arthur had started to walk across the bed. Francis quickly stood up again to catch him if he tried to escape. He stood in time to see him fall on his face at the edge of the mattress. He quickly grabbed him while he was down and tied his hands behind his back throughout which Arthur had been kicking and squirming as much as he could trying to escape but to no avail.

"You know if you fell slightly further forward then you would have hit the floor" he said matter-of-factly slightly out of breath. Arthur just glared back causing Francis to chuckle at the pout that had formed with the glare.

He sat him back on his lap again and reached around him to cut another piece of the sausage which by this time had gone nearly lukewarm. He held it to Arthur mouth and waited for him to open it to allow the food to enter. Arthur kept his mouth firmly shut up glaring ahead of him.

"Arthur, please open your mouth" Francis asked sweetly.

Arthur ignored him and continued to stare straight ahead.

"Arthur pleeeeeaaaaseeeee" Francis pouted.

Arthur looked down still refusing to eat the food.

"Arthur do you want me to keep you tied up for the rest of the day?" Francis questioned

Arthur didn't answer but grudgingly opened his mouth slightly to allow the food to pass through. Francis smiled at his small victory.

The meal continued like this until all the food was eaten and Arthur looked up at Francis whilst struggling with the bonds, hinting at him.

"Non, not yet" Francis smiled whilst placing Arthur back on the bed taking both plates in his hands.

"I'll be right back, don't hurt yourself" Francis said leaving Arthur sitting on the bed.

Francis walked to the kitchen humming whilst Arthur sat on the bed struggling with the bonds around his body only succeeding with making them tighter cutting into his arms. Francis sprang through the door causing Arthur to jump and fell on the floor. Hard. The impact caused him to start to cry. Damn those child-like emotions.

Francis rushed to the floor where Arthur fell, scooping him up in his arms and holding him close.

"h-hey g-ge-get off m-me" Arthur said through tears

"Non"

"Ju-just g-g-get this r-rope off m-me"

"Désolé"

Francis began to untie the rope from his arms, Arthur sitting very still throughout the whole process until he was finished at which point he slumped down and rubbed his arms where the ropes had dug in. the marks already beginning to fade although it would take longer than in his normal state.

Arthur rubbed the heels of his eyes across his eyes to stop the damn crying. Francis chuckled at the cuteness, and then his face became somewhat questioning.

"Arthur?"

The child the child not looking at him replied "yeah"

"What do you remember?"

Arthur looked up blankly, "I remember everything, at least, I think I do. Ask me something and we will see"

"Parlez vous Français?"

A blank stare was directed at Francis.

If there are any plot holes, translation errors, wrong facts etc. do tell (also if you don't understand, ask ^^)