Allo!

Last chapter will be getting edited soon.

I'm not exactly happy with this chapter, but I wanted it up for my fans of this story.

EDITED: 19/02/14 Thank you, themusicalcat

Thanks to HistroyWizardNerd22, The Magnetic Witch, Tabbie-Chan and Haya-chii, Secret Lullaby of Death and Chayton!

Especially Magnetic Witch for the awesome reasons. YOU ARE AWESOME!


Chapter 2

Since the current world meeting was being held in London, it didn't take long for the three to travel to England's house. As soon as they arrived, Romania flopped down onto the sofa while Norway gracefully sat next to the Romanian personification and England sat in the chair across from the two.

"So we need to cal-"

At exactly the same time, the three nation's mobile phones started ringing.

"I'm guessing that's them," Said Norway in his monotone voice. The three searched their pockets for their phones, found them and answered the calls.

"England?"

"Yes Mr. Cameron. I assume you're calling about the letters me, Norway and Romania received?"

"Yes, sorry, I'm a bit busy so this will have to be quick. You will go to Hogwarts with the other two-"

"But why? Why now?"

"…England…. I'm sure you already know that Lord Voldemort is trying to rise again."

It was a good 10 seconds before England replied.

"Yes… of course I do. But what's-"

"Well… Lord Voldemort has gotten wind that you and the other two exist. Three young boys who can use a rare, old and dark type of magic." England drew in a sharp breath. How the hell did Voldemort know that? And… Young boys? England tried not to laugh; they were older than Dumbledore and Voldemort put together! Wait… does that mean he knows…

"And it doesn't take a genius to know that you and the other nations haven't got much control over your magic. Hogwarts will keep you safe and stop Voldemort from trying to find you. Hopefully this will not happen but if he does, you'll three will be able to use your magic efficiently. Does that sound okay?"

England looked round the room, a frown on his face. He looked at the others, whose expressions were similar. They must've been told what England had just been told. They were nations, they could take good care of themselves, and England was pretty sure if Voldemort turned up to 'kidnap' them or whatever that three nations would be able to fend him off. England wasn't happy at all.

Romania stood there, silently fuming. So, his boss didn't think he could fight Voldemort off by himself? He knew there were some parts of magic he was a bit patchy in, but his boss could have been a bit nicer to Romania. He made him sound USELESS! Norway and England too! Norway had great control over his magic and England…. It wasn't England's fault he didn't have great control, but him and Norway have been helping him for the past century and he was getting better. He was never taught how to use magic, he should have been though. Considering his circumstances-

Norway was not happy. Okay that was an understatement. He was INCREDIBLY un-happy. He disliked children, well, snobby, stuck-up, bratty children. That's what he imagined this pigfarts? To be like. Children and magic usually didn't go well together.

"…Yes Mr Cameron."

"Good, now. The only problem we have is that we want you three to look like eleven year olds basically-"

"But we all look like we're in our twenties?"

"Yes. But I'm sure one of us knows a de-aging spell or something of the sort. I think I know one anyway…" mumbled the agitated nation.

"Well, moving on. You know you're way to Hogwarts and Diagon Alley. I'm pretty sure you have money in your vault, and you pretty much know everything else. Yes? Good."

He didn't even give England a chance to reply.

"Oh, one last thing. Don't tell anyone about your statuses as countries. Goodbye England." And with that David Cameron hung up the phone.

Stupid, rude bastard. How dare he think he has so much power, stupid controlling bastard.

And England's thoughts continued like this until Norway and Romania slipped their phones into their pockets.

"So, anyone know a de-aging spell?" asked Romania, a slightly questioning look on his face. Norway turned to England, as did Romania.

"Yeah, I think so. Come into the basement and we'll find out."

The two followed England into his basement, where they found a pentagram drawn with chalk on the floor and many bookcases filled with old, VERY OLD, books. The Norwegian and Romanian marvelled at England's spell book collection, it had only been a decade or so ago they had been in England's house but still, the collection has DEFINITELY grown since last time.

"So which one is it?" asked Norway, as he trailed a finger over the edge of the book's spines, while Romania was bouncing happily between the book cases, staring at all the different books and flipping through a few of them.

"Hmmmm, I can't remember exactly. But it's in the same book as Polyjuice potion and some spells about changing appearance and some transfiguration so…." England trailed off as he had no idea what to say anymore. The other two gave him looks which clearly said that what he just said was NOT helpful at all. Hehe that sounded funny in England's head.

"We should just start looking! I'm sure we'll find it soon~" said Romania, the other two weren't so convinced.


~Awesome magical time skip~

They had been searching for hours, and still hadn't found the book. Norway had taken his hat off and his blonde hair was now dishevelled as he had run his hand through it so many times. Romania was sitting happily humming as he went through the many books and England sat with his (massive) eyebrows furrowed as he sped read through the different books.

"Found it! ~"

The two blondes turned to look at the albino, than quickly dashed over to him. Well, Norway did a graceful speed walk/shuffle.

"See?" said Romania, tapping the page; and sure enough, there was the spell they had been looking for.

"Canus adolescentiæ?" asked Norway quietly

"It's quite difficult to pronounce," Piped Romania.

"Hmmm, I can do this spell…" said England. "Get on one corner of the circle each." The two, a bit frightened for their lives, reluctantly stood on a corner of the circle. Opposite each other.

"Ready?" asked England. The other two nodded reluctantly, still fearing for their lives. England, whipping his magic wand from god knows where, began the spell.

"Canus adolescentiæ" Romania suddenly felt queasy.

"Canus adolescentiæ" Norway suddenly had chest pains and a headache.

"Canus adolescentiæ!" Now England felt the effects of his magic, and all three countries fell to the floor. It was a second later when they blacked out.


England's eyes fluttered open slightly, taking in the blurry scene before him as his own basement. Slowly he sat up and noticed straight away that he was a lot smaller. Lifting his hands to eye-level, he inspected them, seeing how small they had now become. Looking down he saw his body was tiny as well, it reminded him a little of his early pirate days, when he was a rebelling teenager, he shuddered and smirked as the memories came flying back.

Returning to the present, England's eyes fluttered a few times as he tried to remember what was happening. The effects of this spell were awful…. THE SPELL!

Looking round the room, he saw Romania (By god he was small) still lying on the floor, the ends of his hair still growing shorter. He turned to see Norway already sitting up, his arms raised halfway as he inspected his clothes which were far too big for him now. There was a minute of silence before

"It worked," Said a familiar Romanian. Who, when England and Norway turned, was pulling at his too big clothes and was (hopefully) now awake.

"Romania…" began Norway. "You're tiny," Finished England.


The spell was badly translated into Latin which means something like turn younger or something dodgy like that. You don't actually know how hard this chapter was to write. Next chapter, Diagon Alley and the train journey!