I own nothing! This is my first Hetalia fic, so sorry if things are incorrect or the characters are OOC.
America and Canada were sitting on one side of a door.
Why, you ask?
They were listening in.
To what?
France and England.
"YOU PERVERTED FROG!"
That was all that could be heard.
"Do you want to go in?" Canada softly asked. "I think we should go in, but it's all right if you don't agree."
"No, we should go in," America stated confidently. "Heroes do not back down from a fight,"
He stood up; Canada followed his lead.
"Aren't you going to knock?" Canada inquired.
"That's not necessary." the other twin shrugged as he just went into the room.
What they saw was...surprising.
It was France in England's room. On his bed.
"You are such a pervert!" England sounded so frustrated.
"America! Canada!" France cheered. "Come join!"
That made England mad. Mad. Mad mad mad. The nation was just that incredibly mad.
The solution, you ask?
Let's go get the spell book and do something horrific to France! That was a fantastic idea; England would do that right now.
The blond nation with huge eyebrows made his way over to a bookshelf. On that shelf lay many different types of books. Some of them were books that I'm not going to mention, scone cookbooks, spell books, how to take care of a small child books...England swallowed his embarrassment for that one. It was left over from when America was a colony.
Silently composing himself, he took out an old looking spell book. It was about three inches thick, leather bound, and covered with dust.
When England opened it, dust poofed up all over his face.
"Angleterre!" France laughed. "What's that?"
The blond nation got an evil glint in his eyes. He only had to find the right spell...or he could make up one. That'd be fun. If he made up one, the results would be unknown; the cure probably non-existent.
Yes, he would make up a spell. But he'd have to use actual words that go into a spell; that was self explanatory. He couldn't just say unicorns; that wouldn't make any sense.
Let's see, maybe one word from every spell? England almost slapped himself. There was no way France would stay after he heard England chanting something for that long.
Maybe the first few pages?
Why not?
So that's what the blond nation did.
"And then Angleterre just burned her! Do you know how much that hurt? He burned the love of my life!" France was going on about something, but England didn't care what.
"We're not supposed to fall in love with humans, Papa," Canada brought up.
That was when England started to chant the first word on the first page, the seventh word on the second page, and the second word on the third page.
Light surrounded England as he chanted, and eventually it became so bright with magic that England was only protected from it because he was holding the book.
It was wild, unknown...and France, America, and Canada were in the room. They were not holding onto the book. They were effected.
It took approximately one minute for the light to die down, and when it finally did, England realized what he had just done.
It was something he would regret doing for a long time...
For he didn't want to deal with this, whatever it was. He didn't want to do it.
His family was still in the room. The FACE family.
...But three-fourths of that family were no where to be seen.
Their clothes were still there, and at first England felt sorry for whoever was there where they appeared.
But they hadn't gone anywhere.
At first, England only noticed a squirm. It came from France's pile of garments.
Then, he realized what he might have done; the nation headed for the closest set of garments: Canada's. Lifting up the fabric, the surprise came.
They hadn't gone anywhere; England proceeded to check each pile of clothes.
The FACE family was still in the room, but three fourths of that family were different.
It was true. Canada, America, and France had changed into children.
Can you guys please tell me if I'm doing something wrong? Sorry, I'm just really nervous. This is my first Hetalia fanfiction. Review!