AN: This is my first hetalia fic. English is not my first language and I've tried my best to beta the story myself. Also, this is a brotherly shot between China and Japan with just a tinny winny bit of fluff that I rp-ed with a China roleplayer on Facebook. There are some biased viewpoint in this story because China is angry/annoyed. I love all the personafication of nations in Hetalia so no burns!

Disclaimer: I don't own APH and the characters, they belong to Hidekazu Himaruya. I just borrowed them to play for awhile and hopefully return them without any damage. xD However, I do own half the plot, some fillers and the editing, since if I copy-n-paste directly it'll be too short for my liking. =3= The story idea comes from my rp partner.

Warnings: OOCness, bromance, some drama at the end.

Italic and Bolded:Thoughts

(In Beijing, China's House)

Bright sun rays in the winter morning that slipped through the curtains lit up the traditional Chinese-styled bedroom where China slept in, gently coaxing the ancient country up from his deep slumber. Sitting up and stretched with a big yawn, said nation opened his bleary eyes and immediately sensed that something is not right.

Something was indeed very, very wrong today.

Everything in his room seemed…larger?

Quickly jumping down from his now gigantic bed, Yao hurried towards the bathroom, nearly tripping over his suddenly oversized sleepwear, and was shocked to notice that he could only just reached the doorknob, and he can't even reach for his toothbrush without the aid of a chair! Huffing in annoyance and slight fear, he finished washing up and rushed towards the full-length mirror in his wardrobe, only to be paralyzed in front of it in shock.

The mirror reflected a younger version of China that looked no more than seven-years old physically, gaping with wide, dark chocolate eyes straight back at Yao himself.

Am I still dreaming aru?

Hesitantly, the male moved a hand up to touch the mirror, the reflection copying his every movement. Realization dawned on him that he had been inexplicably, turned into a child. By that scone-eating British, no doubt. China scowled angrily at the thought, memories of an arguments between him and England during a meeting a few days earlier flashed into his mind.

I'll show him that even being a child, I can still survive aru! At that, the newly-turned-child nation marched down the hallway to make himself some breakfast.

Apparently, it is easier to be said than done.

"I never thought... Being a child again will be so tiring aru..." Yao panted out as he flopped onto the couch in utter defeat. He tried his best to go about his day, but by midafternoon he was cold as he couldn't reach the thermostat, tired from climbing onto the chairs and counters for food and... A little bit scared. Not that he would admit it out loud.

Maybe I should call someone to help me aru.The Chinese mused as he quickly formed a list of possible helpers in his mind. England was definitely out of the question, since he was the cause of this crazy mess at the first place, and Yao doubted that the British would be willing to help without boasting about his magic abilities and took advantage of his current state; France would only worsen my problem; America was too loud for my liking; and Russia...Yao shuddered at the thought. He didn't even want to think about what might happen if he asked Ivan to come over.

How about... That's it! Yao jumped down the couch and ran towards the table he placed his telephone, pulling a stool with him. I can call Japan aru! He climbed onto the stool and dial the Japanese's number as quickly as he can, pressing the receiving end of the phone tightly against his left ear as he wait hopefully for the other to pick up the line.

(In Tokyo, Japan's House)

Kiku sipped his still steaming sencha slowly, enjoying the rare silence in his house alone since he became part of the Axis. Not far down the corridor, his house telephone started ringing, slightly startling the black-haired nation. Wondering if Italy was calling for help to save him from some random nations' attacks, he sighed and headed towards the phone and answered it. "Moshi moshi? This is Japan speaking."

Yao released the breath he was unconciously holding back in relief and answered quickly. "Japan! I am China aru!" he said in his child-like voice, "You have to help me aru!"

The Japanese's frowned. Was it just him or did China's voice seemed... squeakier?

"Why should I help you?" he asked in return, frowning at the elder nation's directness. He didn't act like this usually...

"You... just come here aru! *求求你了!" he pleaded, ashamed that he had gone so far but he really had no choice didn't he? Japan was the most sensible person he know beside himself, and he trusted Japan that he would keep this a secret.

To be honest Kiku was shocked. China never beg easily. This must be a serious situation... "Wakatte. I will be there." with that, he hanged up the line.

*Please

Reviews of any kind are welcomed. Thank you.

~Autumn Symphony