Narrators POV
"This is the last straw frog!" England aimed his hands at France in an intimidating manor, he was far past warnings and was indeed very serious. They were both standing on top of the meeting table with everyone surrounding them, watching and sighing.
"Honhonhonhon, what are you going to do? Turn me into a newt?" France laughed at his own joke as no one else did.
"No you git! Let's see how you like being a six year old!" France's eyes grew as England mumbled an enchantment and his hands grew a light pink colour, at the last moment he dodge the stream only for it to hit the person standing behind him. North Italy.
"Cough-cough! Who'd it hit?" England questioned to no one in particular, waving his arm in front of him to clear the smoke, they opened windows in attempt to be able to breath again.
"I don't know." Answered France.
"Italy! Where did he go?" Germany peered around the room in search of his comrade, squinting from the still polluted air.
"Eyebrow bastard! If you killed my brother you're de—!" Lovino took in a sharp intake of breath and his eyes widened, everyone followed his stare and gasped in surprise as well. There on the floor was a six year old Feliciano looking up at them with large chocolate brown eyes, he had the same auburn hair just longer so that it curled into his neck and face. He was very petit and his large shirt fell off one of his shoulders, his nose was button like and his lips were like rose petals. In all he was the most adorable creature alive, the only thing off was the two auburn white tipped fox ears that jutted out the top of his head and the long silky looking tail to match.
No one had anything to say, honestly no one had ever seen him with his eyes open except for Hungary, so she was the first to recover. As such she walked over and picked him up underneath the armpits, the shirt covering everything except for a tail that hung out the bottom.
"Well these are new." She began rubbing one of the ears while everyone else was just waking up from the shock. His nose crinkled up cutely as he recognized his old caretaker.
"Miss Hungary, I have a he-adache." His voice was soft and sweet with an Italian accent, which sounded nothing like he usually did.
"Mio dio." Romano held his head in his hands.
"What? What's wrong?" Spain questioned now worried over both brothers.
"I didn't look and sound like that when I was younger did I?" Everyone gave him incredulous looks.
"You looked and sounded a little more like a boy..." Everyone was startled by Feliciano quick reply.
"I'm not a girl! Ouch..." Escaping from Hungary's grasp he tried to make his way to Spain only to fall flat on his face, tripping on his much too long shirt. When he sat up there was a red mark on his forehead, nobody could help but laugh, and laugh they did. He made an indignant face then started to pout as he looked around the room, recognizing some faces and seeing some new ones, his eyes widened as he saw Germany. Everybody watched as he slowly made his way toward the tall blonde, once he reached him he looked straight up to see his face then spoke.
"Holy Rome, when did you get so tall? The room went dead silent.