Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
So this is what happens when I'm sick and read cute doujinshi. The inspiration for this fanfic comes from the doujinshi "You're a pet?"
Enjoy~
Chapter 1
Sealand scowled as he sat in his bedroom at his house. He had returned shortly before from spending the day with the Nordics, but Iceland had ruined his day by brushing him off whenever he wanted to play. Why couldn't Iceland be like Denmark or Latvia? The least Iceland could have done was acknowledge that he was there instead of focusing more on his conversation with the others. Due to this, Sealand had decided to play a little trick on Iceland with the help of a book he had found at England's house.
Following the directions from the book, Sealand carefully worked on his trick. He soon reached the final part; adding hair from the person who he wished to trick. For this final ingredient, Sealand pulled out a comb which he had swiped from Iceland and pulled out one of the hairs. He was not careful, however, and instead of taking one of Iceland's silvery hairs pulled out a slightly curly, golden hair.
Without knowing his mistake, Sealand added the hair and recited the spell from the book. After doing so, the room filled with a thick fog for an instant, only to then leave through the slightly open window. Both afraid and excited, Sealand watched amazed as the fog vanished outside. He then felt tired and laid down wondering what Iceland would think of his joke.
Denmark gave out a yawn as he woke up, only to pause when he noticed that the house did not smell right. Usually Norway would have woken up before him and filled the house with the smell of coffee, but this morning he did not smell any aroma. Wondering what Norway was doing, he left to see if the smaller nation was awake yet only to find the light off and the bed unmade.
Denmark was about to leave the room and check downstairs for the other, but stopped when he heard a faint, muffled cry from the bed. Even more curious now, Denmark slowly walked up to the bed and pulled the covers away to reveal a small baby with light golden hair on it's head with matching cat ears and tail.
Upon removing the blankets, the unclothed baby gave a quick shiver before beginning to whimper again. The cry pulled Denmark from his initial shock, causing the Dane to pick the creature up and hold it close. As he held the creature, he looked at it closely and realized that the child looked very much like Norway. Beginning to become nervous, Denmark carried the child from room to room while calling for his friend, only to stop when he came to the conclusion that the normal Norway was not there and that the baby had to be him.
Still wrapping his mind around the idea, Denmark walked into the kitchen and decided to make himself some coffee. As he waited for the coffee to brew, he looked down again at the child and thought to himself. Norway was now very small and appearance-wise looked to be the same size of a newborn. He also was not sure about the ears or tail, but he soon realized that they were obviously real when he tugged on an ear and the baby began to cry. As a form of apology, Denmark let go of the ear and began to pat the child's head, only to then have Norway calm down and move his face into the adult's chest.
Denmark could not help but smile at this and held the child closer. Despite the fact that Norway raised most of their colonies, he did like taking care of kids; and he also had to admit that this new form of Norway was fairly cute. He then frown slightly when he heard the child give out another whimper followed by a slight grumble.
"You hungry buddy?" Denmark asked only to have another whimper in response. To this Denmark thought for a moment about what to give the child, to then pull out the milk carton and spoon. He tried to spoon-feed the child, only to realize that the child would not open his eyes to look at the spoon; ending with the child whimpering at not finding the food.
"Come on kid, you need to actually look at the food to get it," Denmark said only to then realize that the child was not even listening to him. Denmark frowned again and filled a mug with coffee for him. He sat down and continued looking at the child. After another moment of thinking Denmark asked, "What happened to you, Nor?"
The child did not look at Denmark or try to respond, instead too content at simply clinging to Denmark's pajama shirt with one hand and his tail with the other. Denmark knew that this could not be anything of natural doing, but did this mean that some kind of magic was used? The idea was not impossible. After all, over the years he had had magic used on him from Norway countless times.
Beginning to worry that this could be serious, Denmark began to think about who could possibly help him get Norway back to normal if this was caused by magic. After a few moments to decide, he went back upstairs to grab a small blanket to wrap Norway in, grabbed his car keys, and began on his way to England's house.
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