Okay here is the first chapter of Little Luddie. I adopted Little Luddie from ZirconRose. Please go to this account to read the original. I am going to revamp it a bit. I loved the original but I can't seem write it where it left off. So I am playing a little nicer. There are no evil Russians in this version. If this offends the original author than I am sorry.

Anyway, let's move on. I do not own Hetalia or the original story. Sorry it has taken me so long to write.

~Arthur's House~

Arthur stands in his basement before a green glowing circle on the ground. In his arms an old tome of spells. He celebrates a little once he found the right spell.

"This will teach that annoying Prussia to mess with England," Arthur mutters smirking.

The chanting starts causing the circle to react.

~Ludwig's House~

Ludwig is in bed trying to sleep. His dreams are filled with strange chanting that sounds a lot like England. The chanting stops and he is able to fall into a deep sleep. Not aware that anything is amiss.

~The next morning~

The sunlight slowly bathes the town in it's warm glow. Traffic moving about to start the day of school or work. On this fine morning we find Prussia doing his least favorite activity, waking up. His cold bedroom floor willing him to stay beneath the warm covers for a bit longer. However the unforgiving sunlight had other ideas for the nation.

He reluctantly climbs out of his awesomely warm bed and places his feet on the cold floor. He dresses in some old band T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans before heading to brush his teeth and hair. Yawning he goes to wake his little brother. The rule is the first one up will wake the other and the one woken will also have to make breakfast. Smiling as he remembers all the times when Ludwig was a growing country. He would always be up first and tended to get into trouble in the kitchen as a young nation.

He approaches the door still laughing slightly. Germany's door is the most distinct door in the house. The door is painted to match the German flag with a bunch of signs that would make it more like a teenage boy's room than a grown man. He managed to scare off the Allies well by blaring rock music and some heavy metal. Yes, our dear Germany acted like a surly teenager for a while.

Prussia enters the room and takes a moment to look at the décor. Germany's history covers the walls. Similar to how Prussia's room has all of his history upon his own bedroom walls. He now turns to the king sized bed only to be shocked. A small child wrapped in his brother's clothes now sleeps where his brother was the night before. The child is sucking their thumb. Gilbert slowly approaches and gently prods the sleeping child.

"West?" Gilbert asks worried.

"Was Bruder?" Ludwig mumbles before falling back asleep.

Gilbert pokes the small child again. This time the child wakes up more. "Bruder, what did you do to my clothes?"

"Nothing West," Gilbert says putting his hands up. "Feeling okay this morning? Do you feel different?"

"Nein, why?" Ludwig asks as Gilbert grabs one of his hands. "Bruder, you don't need to-"

Gilbert put the small child's hand to his own which silences Ludwig's protest of the sudden action. Ludwig's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as he runs to the bathroom. Gilbert has to lift him up since he can barely reach the bottom of the sink. It was as bad as Ludwig thought. He was now six years old.

"W-what happened?" asks a shocked Ludwig.

"I don't know what happened, but I know who caused it," Gilbert growls. "Arthur, Verdammt and there is a World Meeting today."

Ludwig groans as he is placed on his bed. He did not want to deal with this today. Gilbert races to the basement where he manages to find a small enough suit to fit Ludwig and get his own suit. He had no clue where the small suit came from, but he knows he will need all the small mircales possible since it would definitely take a miracle to get the clothes onto the tiny German.

His mind has regresses to match his body. This six year old happens to be very comfortable without the clothes thank you very much. It takes grunts, threats, revoking of beer privileges, and a lot of "You are not allowed to go to the Meeting naked!" before both Germany and Prussia are finally dressed and ready to go to face the world.

Okay so I know right now it sounds very similar to the original two chapters. I have yet to reach the new part of the plot yet. Let's just say that England is going to want to hide for a while. I tried to put it in my own words as much as possible. Sorry if it is a little short right now. The chapters will get longer as I continue.

Oh and for Translations:

Nein = No

Was = What

Verdammt = Damn it

So please tell me how I did so far. No flames please. This is my first attempt at something new. Taking someone else's idea and working with it.

And a little side note. Anyone who has reviewed the first chapter as a author's note you can PM me your thoughts.