"Give me that potion here, Britain!" France yelled, yanking the liquid filled container from the country, "Knowing you, you would force one of us or even all of us to drink it out of spite but we need to pick someone who will be perfect for this job against the axis powers!" he exclaimed and everyone but England, who was currently shouting at the frenchman a string of stereotypical insults, nodded in agreement.

"I think we need someone who is very strong still," China noted, "Very tall and good military skills too," he continued and all of them nodded, folding their arms over eachothers chest as they tried to think. None of them wanted to drink this potion, they knew what would happen if they did but England hadn't yet created a potion that would fix the effects of it so the issue would be waiting for that except that could take many years at the most and to a normal human that wouldn't be bad, but a few years counted as a few hours for a nation when it came to-

"RUSSIA!"

Russia looked up at the loud American who had slammed his palms on the desk and was looking directly at the Russian man.

"Me?" Russia asked with that same smile still on his face.

"You've got good military skills, you're the tallest and you're pretty strong! Not as strong as me... but still strong!" America said loudly but Russia started to lose his smile.

"I think someone else should do this-"

"Oopsie~!" France sung as he tipped the potion onto the tall man who instantly stood up to slap the potion from his hands but before he could even proceed to do that there seemed to be a cloud of pastel and sparkles; typical for Englands magic.

The other four nations watched in interest, waiting to see a unusually strong pre-pubescent kid but-

"Russia?"

Once the cloud had completely disappeared, all that was left was a rather skinny teenager, with large purple eyes and was even kind of short.

"What the bloody hell?! That cant be Russia, Russia was tall and strong! What is this scrawny kid?!" England bursted out only to startle the poor Russian teenager, who of which did not have memories of the event that occured in the room only moments prior.

"Now England, there is no need to shout at the poor thing~" France purred trying to calm the man down and instead, knelt in front of Russia to his height on the chair, "Russia, are you okay?" he asked and in response the teenager backed up a little panicked.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, gripping onto the arm rests of the chair though his grip on them slipping a bit as the coat sleeves were going way past his hands.

"It seems Russia doesn't remember anything of what happened, maybe he only has memories from this age," China explained and the rest of the nations nodded in agreement.

"How old are you, dude?" America asked.

Shuffling, slightly uncomfortable from the gaze of the much larger nations, Russia spoke up, "fourteen..." he muttered before glaring at them harshly, "Did Mongolia send you to get me? I wont go with you a-and you can tell him I wont! Or I'll send his own horses to trample him down!" he snapped, starting to pathetically kick France away.

"Aiya... Who knew Russia was so... cute as a teenager..." China stated and the other four nodded in agreement, the now teenage Russia, was a lot different to the adult one, it's not to say that the man wasn't physically attractive noone would admit it but he was, but as an adult, his general physique was a clear feature of his toned body which projected masculinity to a perfect point, but the teenage Russia, he was more slender, thin arms, thin legs and little to no muscle whatsoever and the bones and tendons on his hands showed more predominantly. Despite the 'compliment' being brought up this didn't settle well hearing that with the other nations and he jumped up, grabbing the chair and throwing it at France but falling over the long coat in the process and face planting the floor. Whilst France was being overdramatic about the pathetic attack, Russia just layed on the floor in the same position he had fell against it as the other three nations looked at him confused.

"...I wont hesitate to throw another!" he snapped, angrily, though it was muffled.

"Uh.. Perhaps you should get up from the floor..." England suggested and after saying that the teenager did, weakly pushing himself up and rubbing his nose that felt a little sore from hitting his face against the ground. England looked down at the teenagers hands, noticing how much the bones showed and he frowned, turning to the others, "Well I think we've all figured out that Russia doesn't have any memory of being an adult but not just that, we've completely forgotten the trouble he went through as a teenager," he explained, pinching the bridge of his nose and everyone else sighed, before glaring at the Frenchman.

"A-Ah well we were all thinking that he would be a strong teenager..." France explained, keeping his head covered from the previous blow from the chair thrown at him.

England only ignored him and knelt down to the only teenager, taking hold of his hand and looking at it before looking back at Russia, "Are you hungry?" he asked and with no hesitation, Russia nodded quickly, to which England smirked, "Well I'm glad you are because you are just in luck for I have brought homemade scones!" he announced, taking the untouched scones from the table he had brought and placed it in the boys hands. Usually everyone but England would cringe away from the food but instead the boy had actually shoved the whole thing in his mouth, ignoring its taste, he was just hungry.

"Jeez, dude. Talk about hungry.. I wouldn't eat them for a million dollars..." America stated which was responded with a glare by England.

"Mongolia didn't treat Russia well so we can expect he didn't eat much," China explained, being the oldest out of all the nations he knew what happened. England looked back from China to Russia again.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked and again Russia nodded but before England could hand him the scones, America shoved the british man out of the way.

"Here dude! Eat a hamburger! They taste good and have a milkshake too!" America exclaimed, putting a hamburger in his hands and placing the milkshake he was referring to beside him. Russia looked down at the food, looking very intrigued by it's appearance and crossed his legs, picking up the cup with the contents in and taking a meek sip from it before falling in love with the flavour and slurping it back as fast as he could, placing it down and biting into the hamburger, all the while the adult nations continued to converse about what they should do.

"What are we going to do now? The plan completely backfired." China stated, rubbing his temples.

"I think England should take care of it, it's his fault in the first place," America exclaimed.

"Me?! The only experience I've had with a teenager is a very rebellious one!" England snapped at the American who in turn huffed and pouted, turning his head away from the man.

"America, you, yourself are still a teenager, you're nineteen." France stated, "You're the closest to know how to connect with teenagers." France explained and everyone nodded, even America who sighed.

"That's true dude..." America sighed and stood up, walking over to Russia who had already finished the food America had given to him. "Well first of all, we need to get Russia different clothes, his coat's too big," he explained, "I know exactly what teenagers wear! We need him to look like an ordinary one after all! Come on! to the clothes store!" America shouted, grabbing Russia's arm and hoisting him over his shoulder, laughing as he ran out of the room and down the halls to get out of the building, whereas Russia was more trying to get off his shoulder and the other nations ran behind him in a panic to catch up with the American.

Given the American nations strength and speed, it wasn't long until they got into a store to which he had shoved Russia into a changing room and told him to wait in there, "Just wait in there dude! I'm going to get you clothes that fit!" he announced, slamming the door shut and running off in the store. Russia only stared at the door in shock at how fast all this had happened, he was a little nervous and wouldn't admit it but scared in the room, he didn't understand where he was, he was glad he wasn't with Mongolia but he still wasn't sure he felt safe. Not to mention, everything and everyone looked weird, there were a lot more buildings and a lot less forests and they were wearing weird clothes and there were weird machines moving around.

In the meantime, the other nations had managed to find America running around in a store, picking up multiple clothes, panting to catch their breath once they had found him.

"Would it hurt you to slow down for us?!" England snapped, panting a little still.

America looked at the other nations, grinning at them as he held the clothes in his hands that were beginning to build up in a pile, "I grabbed all the things in the store and we're not done here, he needs to look like a stereotypical teenager right, dudes? We gotta go get a phone next," he laughed as he walked over to the dressing room Russia was in, pushing open the door and placing them down next to the teenager, who had backed up a little into the corner.

"Okay dude, these clothes are all the same size, put them on first!" he grinned as he shut the door, leaving the room to let him get dressed in privacy. Once he was gone the purple eyed teen glanced over to the clothes and picked up a black sweater from the pile, undoing the large coat buttons he pulled over the sweater, not taking notice of the tag which was a sign for which way round the sweater was to be worn.

"How many clothes did you need to get him, America?" France asked.

"I got him a lot, knowing Britain it's going to take a while to turn him back to normal and I don't think one set of clothes is going to suffice for him," America explained, to which all of them agreed with America surprisingly for once.

After a few more minutes, the door had opened again and the nations tried their best to hold back their laughter. Russia had gotten dressed but of course modern clothes were something he wasn't quite familiar with, the sweater being the wrong way around and the fly of the jeans undone (Luckily, he knew what underwear was).

"Ah.. You've put them on wrong, dude." America noted and Russia looked down at the clothes, confused.

"Like this, Mon cher~" France purred, kneeling down and doing up the jeans, then helping him out of the sweater and putting it on the right way to show a picture of a cartoon alien on it, which Russia looked down at it interested.

"Ooh... It's got a drawing on it.." Russia spoke, looking down at the sweater.

America grinned, proud of his choice of the clothes he brought, consisting of the oversize sweater with cartoon aliens on, skinny black jeans and normal purple socks, "And you need to put the shoes and wristbands on too, and the hat, I've seen loads of fourteen year olds wearing this stuff," America grinned and Russia looked over to the other accesories. America sighed seeing the teenager didn't quite understand putting on the other things.

"Like this," England butted in, picking up the wristbands and holding onto his arm, stretching the silicone wristbands over his boney wrists and then grabbed the cap, placing it on his head carelessly, "Perfect." England smiled, placing his hands on his hips.

"Dude seriously?" America asked, focusing on the cap, "You gotta wear the cap a certain way." he explained and grabbed the black cap, turning it backwards but frowned not liking the appearance of it, "Okay not like that," America stated, turning it back around but setting it in a specific manner compared to Englands way, "Okay you know how to put shoes on too dude?" he asked but that was when all of the nations noticed the frightened appearance of the teenager. Of course they didn't think about this, Russia had no memory of being an adult and he was in the modern day now with four adult, stronger nations being pulled about and forced in different clothes he'd never seen in his remembered life before.

"A-Ah.. We're sorry, Russia." China apologised, frowning a little, "But you don't need to be scared, we'll explain everything to you once we're done, we're not going to hurt you," he explained and Russia calmed down a little more.

"O-okay.." he stuttered, sitting down on the chair in the changing room he was in, pulling the high tops on his feet and tying them up on each foot.

"Haha! There you look perfect!" America exclaimed and the rest nodded with him, they were paying for the clothes to leave with and was about to put everything in the bag when the teen grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around his neck.

"I don't want to lose my scarf..." he said quietly, gripping onto the fabric of the scarf tightly before anyone would tell him to put it in the bag though it wasn't something they were about to ask, they always saw the Russian with the scarf around his neck so it wasn't a surprise the boy wanted to keep it where he knew he could see it.