Spell Casting Mishap…Chibi?
Prolouge
"Oh c'mon, please?" You beg England.
"Absolutely not!"
"But…I'm so interested!"
"If anything, I don't think it's suitable for a young lady such as you to get involve with witchcraft. Now go on, off you go," He waves his hand as he tries to shoo you out of his house so he could practice some spells, America being his victim, and maybe, even you, but he wouldn't let you know.
"That's not fair! I really want to know how to cast spells like you!" You pout and fold your arms.
"Oh I know (Name) but what if something goes terribly wrong? I don't want to be responsible for a mistake made by you," He glares at you, "Now please leave. You're taking up precious time."
"Arthur you're not fair!"
"Go back home (Name) I'll talk to you later after I see the results of this spell."
"But-," He merely closes the door after giving you a quick goodbye.
He locks his doors and closes his windows, "There. Now there should be no way for her to get in."
He grabs his cloak and spell book, while heading in the direction of his usual dark room with ritual writings on the floor. The very room in which he caught you in, trying to cast a spell until he caught you and ushered you out, forbidding you to even enter without him or his consent. He flips through the pages and the piece of paper that he is looking for, flutters out of the book and onto the floor.
"Ah, here it is…let's see what happens to America this time," He clears his throat, "Hope Russia doesn't pop out again."
He closes his eyes and begins to chant, and the candles dim down, smoke begins to fill the room, and England is soon engulfed, and begins to cough. He fans his hand in front of his face, to keep himself from inhaling it. Then he uses his cloak to cover his mouth and nose, and he waits for the smoke to clear. He opens one eye and sighs.
"That was weird…" He says in a high pitched voice.
He gasps and then looks down, and he notices his cloak is falling off of him and that when he lifts up his arms, his hands are small. He then realizes that his clothes are much too big, and so he quickly runs to a mirror on the far side of the room, and what he sees he is not very pleased.
"Bloody hell I'm a child!" He begins to panic and runs around to look for the spell, "This can't be right; America was supposed to be the one to turn into a child, not me!"
He then starts to wonder, how will he feed himself? What will he dress? Will anyone realize he's missing since he's so small he really isn't comfortable leaving his house? After all, he hasn't been a child for centuries, and has always remembered his childhood being the worst. He was always picked on and bullied by not only other nations, but his brothers. He then gulps.
"What if Scotland makes another surprised visit?" He gasps, "I need to call someone! But who?" He paces around the room, and then decides to not bother to fix the rather large clothing, and he walks out of the dark room and towards his.
"I have no choice…I'll need to call her until I find a way to reverse this," After he finds a towel to wrap around himself he heads for the kitchen.
He grabs a chair and slides it over to the counter, and he climbs on it. He picks up the phone and pushes in the buttons and listens to the rings. Surprisingly, you pick up the phone rather quickly.
"Hello?"
"(Name)?"
"Oh hey Arthur! So how did that spell go?"
He sighs.
"Oh wait…you sound weird."
"Just…come over."
"Um…will I be scared?"
"No…you will be shocked."
"Alright, I'll be there soon!"
England opens the door, and you look around, "Arthur?"
"Down here."
You look down, and your eyes widen, "Arthur?"
"Who the hell do you think I am a bloody leprechaun?" He snaps.
You purse your lips, "Now now, you're far too young to be speaking like that."
"Oh piss off woman, I'm a grown man!"
You smirk.
"You get what I'm saying!"
"Well…it wouldn't be right to leave you alone so…I'll stay with you!"
"What? NO!"
You frown, "Then I'll take you home with me?"
He growls, "Help me find a way to-…never mind, finding a way to fix this will take days."
"Let me stay and I can help!" You give him the puppy dog eyes, "You can't resist."
He smacks his face, "Fine!"
You jump for joy and grab him, smothering him into your breasts, "Oh thank you Arthur! You've made me so happy!"
He doesn't say anything due to being completely caught off guard by your chest being pressed against his face.