It was a normal day; the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Italy was being annoying as usual. Germany sat at the breakfast table, spinning his fork through a big bowl of pasta half-heartedly while listening to the younger country across from him rant on and on about something. He didn't know what, but the boy sure was excited about it…
"…and then I realized it really WAS pasta~" the brunette continued on with a huge smile. Germany nodded, still barely paying attention.
"Germany, what's wrong?" Italy asked, frowning. Said man looked up to see the boy staring at him, his big, brown eyes focussing in on his own. A blush came to his cheeks and he quickly looked down to hide it.
"N-nothing, Italy! I'm fine." Germany stampered, still trying to hide his blush. The boy smiled again, finishing his pasta and heading to the kitchen with his plate. When he returned, Germany had finally recovered what sense he had and stood, going to get dressed.
"Italy. You'll have to get ready soon; the G8 meeting starts in two hours," he said, pulling on a jacket and walking into his closet. Suddenly, there was a yelp from the room next to his, making Germany jump and rush out, still only half dressed.
"Italy! Are you okay? What happened?" he yelled, practically busting down the others' door. Inside, Italy was nowhere to be found. The only thing remaining of him was a white shirt, half of its buttons done up.
Germany looked around the room, trying to figure out where the other nation had run off to. A small squeak came from underneath the shirt, and Germany stopped, one hand hovering over it. Out of nowhere, a small, chibi Italy popped from under the shirt and started crying.
"Don't hurt me Germany! Please, I'm so scared! I was just getting dressed like you told me to and then I started shrinking and I didn't know what to do! Please! I didn't do it! Germanyyy!" the small chibi bounced up and tugged at Germanys pant legs, causing the german to yet again break out in a blush. he cleared his throat, sighed, then cleared it again before speaking.
"Now Italy…" he said, nervously picking up the small child and holding him. He was still too shocked to grasp what was really happening, so he just held the trembling nation until his sobs subsided and it was quiet again.
Then Germany got what had happened.
"I am going to KILL…"
Meanwhile, at Frances' house…
"Mon ami! You sound so angry!" France cooed into the telephone receiver. China, who was on the other end, growled menacingly back at him.
"You think! I'm gone for one day and suddenly I get a call from Japan about some crazy-!"
"But China! Japan and I were just having some fun! Honestly, I meant no harm! And after all, it was Japan who said he needed some 'Cultural Enlightenment'!" France responded gleefully. There was silence on the other end. Out of nowhere, a wok flew in and smacked France upside the head, turning the nation over and making him fall out of his chair.
"Hey! What was that for!" he yelled into the phone.
"For Japans' innocence! And you better hope I don't have to call you again, aru!" China fumed before the line went dead.
"Oh mon dieu, I think he broke my head…" France mumbled as he tried to pull himself up. Instead, he marveled at the sight of his small, child-sized hand as he stretched it out in front of him.
"That imbecile!"
In Japans' room…
Japan was hiding under his covers, cowering in the dark. He would not come out; no, Japan was going to sit in the dark trying to forget what had happened last night until the G8 meeting, where he'd avoid France at any cost!
"There is no way I'm coming out," Japan mumbled through the insistent knocks on his door. He could hear Chinas' voice over the ruckus and prayed he wouldn't come in.
Light filtered into his room from the now open panel behind him and he covered his eyes, wincing.
"Japan…" China said, walking over to his bed quietly and putting a hand on his back. "Come on, get up."
"No. I'm not leaving!" Japan said defiantly. Chinas' hand froze.
"Japan? Are you okay?" he asked, trying to pull the covers away. Japan felt so small, so helpless. He held on as tight as he could to the receding blankets around him, but China was stronger and managed to tear them out of his hands. And what he saw shocked him into silence.
He let the covers fall back on Japan and left the room.
"He will pay…"
At Americas' house….
The ritual was going perfectly! Just a few more verses and he'd be done! England was hiding in Americas' basement, chanting vigorously over the spell circle, faint blue light radiating from the lines and planes.
"Exaudi me spiritus Inferos! Ego præcipio tibi revocare annorum eu convertam!" he chanted with ferocity. The circle began to glow brighter until the whole room was lit with the powerful light. England could feel himself weakening, but he forced his eyes open and his legs steady as he continued to jeer.
"Quae mea, redde mihi fuit; Converterent annis et revertetur infantia mea!"
A blinding light caused England to fall to his knees, and cover his eyes. The spell book in front of him shook in his unsteady arms and fell to the ground. The light disappeared, and England fell over unconscious.
A loud noise came from the basement. Probably England messing around again. America sighed, winning yet another game of Mario Cart on his Wii. He should go make sure he's okay at least…
"England! You okay down there?" he called into the darkness of the basement. There was no response.
"England? I'm coming down!" America trudged down the stairs slowly, the old steps creaking below his feet. When he reached the bottom, he looked around in awe. On the floor was a strange enchantment circle. Next to it was a large book he'd seen England carrying around with him in the past, and then what looked like…
"E-england? Is that you?"
And thus starts the END of the British Empire...