A/n I can't believe I'm doing this again… Another Rp I did with Simply a Writer. I know there are a ton of chibi fics but most of them involve either several nations or just America and sometimes England or someone else. I've only found one with both chibitized America and Canada but it seems to have been discontinued. Patrick/North Ireland belongs to Simply, as is his and Iggy's acting parts.
It wasn't often that the Kirkland siblings came together, and it was even less often that even two of them could get along - unless, of course, they were enjoying someone else's pain. But, as it was today, Arthur and Patrick were bickering in the lounge like a married couple. The North America twins sat on the couch watching them argue. Alfred had somehow managed to find a movie theater popcorn bucket, and was munching on it contentedly. Matthew reached over and grabbed a hand full never taking his eyes of the fight.
It'd been going on like this for the better part of an hour. Arthur'd had enough. He grabbed a vase and hurled it across the room. Paddy would have been hit, if not for his magic... And soon, spells were flying back and forth, willy-nilly.
As soon as the literal sparks started flying Alfred dropped the bucket and jumped over the back of the couch, reaching back and grabbing the Canadian by the hood and hauling him to safety with him. They each peeked around the side still curious about who would win.
It was a pretty even match... Suddenly, a wild shot flew over the couch, hitting the twins with enough force to throw them through to the next room.
Alfred felt like he was being crushed, the room he had been knocked into was spinning he couldn't see straight, he couldn't speak, he couldn't breathe! Finally the pressure lifted as he sat for a moment to recover. Iggy and Paddy were still arguing they hadn't noticed what happened. He looked over to Matt but all he saw was a pile of clothes wiggling around. A head popped out and they locked eyes. Realization hit in 3, 2, 1, "AAAAAAAAH!"
The Celtics both stopped at the scream, balls of magic glowing in their hands, ready to throw. "What... Bloody hell Patrick, what did you do!?"
"Me? You're the fecker that can't cast a spell to save his life!"
"At least I can tell my arse from my elbow!"
Back in the other room Matthew started to tear up. Why was he crying! He's a grown man! err.. teen! There's no reason to cry! Sure he was scared and confused as hell but still! Alfred saw Matthew crying and started to sniffle too. The two in the lounge just kept shouting at each other. Finally Matthew couldn't hold back anymore, he let out a huge wail which in turn caused Alfred to join him in his desperate pleas for comfort to their distress.
The older two both stopped dead in their tracks, magic dying this time. "Uh..." Arthur sighed and rushed over to them, father mode kicking in again. He knelt down and scooped them up into his arms, rocking them and cooing gently.
As soon as he felt Arthur pick him up Alfred immediately latched on to his shirt and started rambling. "Daaaddy! what happened?! I'm all small and puny and I can't stop crying! Why can't I stop crying?! I don't wanna cry make it stoooop!" Subconsciously he realized he slipped and called him Dad instead of Artie or Iggy, but right now he could care less for some reason.
"It's okay lad, just calm down now, I've got you." He didn't seem too bothered by the slip, rather, happy. He cuddled him close, just cooing. Eventually the wails settled down to sobs then sniffles as they continued to cling to Arthur like a lifeline.
"There we go!" He smiled for them. "All better." Paddy stood by the door, just watching. Matthew nuzzled his face into Arthur's shoulder, still confused on what's happening let alone why he was unable to control his emotions or actions. Alfred stared at him with scared eyes. Both just barely managing to not slip out of their now oversized shirts.
"Come on now." Arthur picked them both up easily, careful to keep them both covered. "Let's get you both some proper clothes..."
Both the twins were nearly half asleep on the bed as Arthur rummaged around in an old closet, they were leaning on each other for support. The combination of the transformation and long cry taking its toll. England looked at them both and tutted, managing to find (and maybe shrink slightly) some old clothes that would do as pajamas. He dressed them smoothly and tucked them in, kissing them both on the brow. "Sweet dreams boys, I'll come wake you in time for tea."
Matt rolled over and snuggled into Alfred as the latter started sucking his thumb. Both too tired to realize what they were doing as they drifted off. Arthur smiled gently, finding them both adorable - why couldn't they have just stayed like this?
A/n Not sure how far this will go or even how often updates will be, or even if I'll be able to complete it. I've got a few ideas for chapters so we'll just have to wait and see.