Author's note: Hi guys, what's up? The idea for this story came to my mind today and I decided to write it, I found it kind of crappy but I hope you liked it! New chapters will be uploaded as soon as I can do it and if you have any suggestions of what can come next, I'd really love that!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Francis was reading a book when he heard something that seemed to be desperate light knocks on his door. The Frenchman got up, confused. He wasn't expecting any guests. France was about to open the door when he remembered that it could be one of his ex-girlfriends. Hesitantly, he looked through the peephole. No one was there, still the knocks continued, growing faster and faster. The blonde opened the door, extremely perplexed.

He closed it once he concluded there was no one outside, and went back to reading his book. Little did he know, that there was someone outside and that got in with him. Already comfortable, lying down on the sofa, he turned the page of his book, anxious to know what would happen next. Suddenly, he felt something pull his hair and when he looked to his shoulder, he yelled and fell off the couch.

"Que diable? Angleterre? What happened to you?"

Arthur stared at him angrily, but then, he started to blush embarrassed. That wouldn't be something uncommon, if it wasn't for the fact that he was at the size of a Polly Pocket. The Englishman then answered:

"I was trying to do some magic to… I was trying to do some magic and it went wrong! You don't bloody have to know what it was for!"

"O-Okay, now what does mon petit wants me to do? I don't know how to reverse the spell you got yourself in!" Francis said still stunned.

"The spell will wear off in a couple of weeks…"

"Then, what do you want me to do? Why did you come here?"

"Because if you haven't noticed you git, I'm so small I could drown in a bloody puddle!" Mini-England yelled at him.

Bloody hell, how can frog be so slow?

"An-Angleterre wants me to take care of him?" Francis asked, his face brightening in happiness.

"More or less…" Arthur was able to say while he felt his face reddening "Just while I'm transformed…"

France smiled as if he had won the lottery. He hugged the Englishman with one of his hands, pressing him slightly against his face. Then, he rested the green eyed blonde on the coffee table and ran upstairs. Confused, Arthur stood there and looked around the room. His eyes stopped on the book on the floor. He jumped to the sofa then leaped to the ground, next to it. Shakespeare? Why is frog reading Shakespeare? Arthur thought curious. Suddenly, the ground started to move, England grab hold of the rug that was underneath the table. Looking up, he saw France holding a huge doll house and looking around worried.

"Angleterre, where are you?" the Frenchman asked, looking before sitting on the couch.

England jumped at his shoe and tugged at his pants. France smiled, picked him up and put him on the couch. Arthur stared at the red doll house (which looked like a mansion) that had been put on the table. He couldn't believe Francis had something like that. Ok, the guy was girly, but that was a bit too much. Catching the Brit's look, France said:

"It was from one of my colonies, I kept it on the attic. I'll dust it off and you'll be able to live there until the spell wears off" and with that, the Frenchman opened the doll house, showing its interior and starting to clean it.

England was impressed. The house had five bedrooms, a living room, a dining room, two bathrooms (that clearly didn't work, after all, that was a toy, it didn't have pluming), an attic and a library that had small blank books. And it had all the furniture made of wood. So perfect! Then, Arthur saw four dolls in there. They were strangely familiar. Are those… No! It can't be...! Wait, they are! stunned he thought. The dolls were perfect replicates of him, France, Canada and America. Who the hell was that house of? There was even Canada's bear! Wait, if it used to belong to one of France's colonies… It had to be…

"Hey, is this Matthew's?" England suddenly asked.

"Oui!" Francis smiled nostalgic "He used to say we were a family, so he asked me to make dolls of everybody. I asked Italy to make the dolls and I made their clothes. Oh, and, if mon cher needs to change, you just have to ask me. I have all kinds of doll's clothes that would fit you! I even have one that is just like your old pirate clothing!"

"Why do you have doll's clothing that looks like my bloody pirate clothes?" Arthur asked confused.

"Matthieu and Alfred liked to play with our dolls and pretend that they were battling! I believe I still have Alfred's wooden ship somewhere. He forgot it here, once" France informed, still with that nostalgic glint in his eyes.

Alfred? Alfred used to play dolls with Matthew? I don't remember that… And how can frog remember that? That was probably ages ago! thought Arthur. He sat in silence, trying to digest all the information he heard. While that, France had finished to clean the house and put a small chest beside mini-Arthur. The green eyed boy looked from him to the chest before getting up and opening it. Inside, there were all the doll clothes France made. There were Alfred's cowboy clothes, Matthew's ice skater clothes, France's childhood tunic and his childhood tunic, beside many others. Arthur rubbed his eyes to dry out the tears so Francis wouldn't see he was crying. He missed those old times. A lot, actually.

"Now, Angleterre, hop in the house so I can take you upstairs. Because I won't leave you here while I'm sleeping in my room" France said.

Arthur did as told, and stood at the balcony, watching France going upstairs with him. So this is how Tinkerbell sees the world? At least, she can fly… the Brit thought. Once in the frenchman's room, Arthur went inside to choose where he'd sleep. He chose the room with the softest bed and change into PJs he found in the chest. France had even made underwear, for Christ sake! For a moment, England was scared Francis had made something perverted with those dolls, but as they were Matthew's, he hope the Frenchman had, at least, respect for his "son's" stuff.

"Hum… France?" Arthur appeared at the balcony.

"Yes?" France asked, lying down on the bed, beside the nightstand were the house rested on top.

"Thank you for everything and… Can you get me something to eat? I'm bloody starving!" Arthur said blushing.

France smiled brightly at him, got up and went downstairs. A couple of minutes later, he went back with a small plate that had one cookie and a small glass that resembled those bottles that contain perfume samples, that had a dark liquid inside.

"I figured you would be satisfied with only one cookie and don't worry, it's tea in it" France said motioning to the small bottle "If mon cher needs anything else, just call me up! And, have I mentioned you look really cute being so small?" he smiled and went back to bed.

"Thanks, Frog. Now shut up!" the Brit yelled at him, blushing furiously.

Arthur ate and drank quietly. He observed the Frenchman sleep. He hated to be in that size, but he liked to feel so near to France. They weren't fighting finally. Actually, Francis was doing everything to help him.

He hoped the spell would wear off soon, but a part of him wished he could stay like that forever.

Then, Arthur leaped from the nightstand and sat in the bed next to Francis face. Knowing he would curse himself for a long time after that, he stretched himself and kissed the French in the cheek and went back to the house as fast as he could. Once he felt secure, he went to bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, after all, he was in France when the spell went wrong but he had to walk a long path to reach Francis' house.

Little did the Brit know, that France was still awake and after he fell asleep, a happy smile was placed on his lips.

What do you think? What can I write for the next chapter? I want suggestions! Leave a review please, I want to know what you think =D!