I finished my Term Paper last week, but I still have a bit of studying to do in regards of my psychology class so hang on for a little longer, okay? I apologize for this taking so long, but I was also struggling as to how I should start off the next chapter. It just came to me today (March 21st) so which is why I'm typing up some of the chapter before I lose the inspiration. And let's hear it for inspiration!

FullmetalShinigami21096, sorry for not replying to your review earlier but I'll answer it now: yes, you can send me a profile of the South Africa OC you want in this fic.

Edit: I tried to upload this chapter yesterday, but it didn't work. Hopefully today, I'll have more luck. Actually, I learned a trick from ScoutingForGuys in uploading chapters. Thanks by the way!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do, however, own some of the OC!Countries that make an appearance in this.

Oh god, you turned us into teenagers

"Bloody hell, will someone make the light shut up?"

"Oh god, Iggy, make the pain go away..."

Philia could only give the two hungover and groaning nations sympathetic and somewhat exasperated looks as she finished disposing of all the bottles that had been lying on the ground after last night's round of under aged drinking. After England had stopped screaming every swear word and curse in the impressive vocabulary he had garnered through out the years, he had decided that the only way he'd be able to get through the rest of the evening was if he drank the night away.

America decided to join him and the result was drunken ramblings with England crying about how the fairies, Flying Mint Bunny, Honey the Unicorn and Captain Hook were his only friends. The bespectacled blond laughed at him, slurring out that the aforementioned beings were all figments of his imagination and that he should check into the nearest mental hospital since it was so freaking obvious that his former colonist needed help.

This only made England cry more and Philia had to comfort the European country sobbing in her lap for over two hours and smack a certain obnoxious North American country in the process as well. This had been a miscalculation on her part as America burst into tears as well, sobbing that she didn't like him any more. This lead into rambling about how even though he was a hero, so many of the other countries didn't like him even though he tried so hard to be hero like.

So Philia had been stuck reassuring the two nations during their crying jags (how much did they drink, anyways? So far she'd counted eight bottles of whisky) that she didn't hate them (somehow, England figured she hated him too). It should be noted that her patience had started wearing thin after having to put up with the drunk men for six hours.

When Philia woke up, it was nine in the morning and the sun was beaming down on her. Immediately putting on the maid uniform England had given her before she started cleaning up the mess from last night, Philia found that the shoes accompanying her designated cleaning outfit were a little loose and kept slipping off her feet whenever she tried to walk. Figuring that the Briton wasn't up yet to scold her on the fact that she wasn't wearing the shoes, the filipina kicked them off her feet and went about her household chores.

It was about an hour later when she heard the groaning and retching in the living room where she had left them the night before after they fell asleep and she hurried retrieved buckets they could empty their stomachs in. Philia was certain that they wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom toilets.

"How are you two doing?" She asked softly, handing them each a glass of water.

"Guh..." England accepted his glass and Philia helped him sit up so that he wouldn't choke on the water as downed the drink. It took a bit more effort on her part to do the same with America, but she was able to manage it.

"Thanks Lia." America said when he was finished and she took the empty cup from him to go get more water. "Dunno what we'd do if you weren't here."

She smiled. "I'm sure you would have managed somehow."

"Would have been a lot harder, though."

She only smiled.

There was a loud thud as someone started banging on the door, causing America and England to groan and clench their eyes shut as they focused on their anything else other than their hangovers. With an apologetic smile, Philia rushed towards the door as fast as she could to make sure that whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn't break it down.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" She called.

The banging on the door abruptly stopped and Philia opened it with out undoing the door chain. She peered through the crack to see who it was. To her surprise, it was Ireland and another man with red hair darker than his who she recognized as Scotland. She tilted her head, expression of bewilderment on her face. What were England's brothers doing here?

They did not look happy at all.

The annoyed expression on Ireland's face turned into one of surprise and then softened when he recognized her.

"What are you doing here of all places, Lia?" He asked.

"I was helping England with the housework!"

Ireland scowled, grumbling something underneath his breath before smiling at her. "Ya wouldn't know where my idiot brother is, would you?"

Philia gulped. She knew that Ireland and England did not get along that well and she didn't really want them to start a fight, but she could hardly slam the door in the man's face- wait. Philia paused, allowing her eyes to scan over the two of them.

If she didn't know any better, she'd have to say that they looked younger.

Her face paled. Oh.

This was not good. Neither Ireland or Scotland had been anywhere near England's house yesterday and they looked like teenagers, just like the two hungover nations behind her. And if they were teenagers, it wasn't too far of a stretch to assume that countries all over the world were experiencing the same thing. Or at least some of them were. Maybe some of them were lucky and managed to escape the effects of the spell?

And was that an angry France coming up the street being followed by an equally angry Germany, a crying Italy, a smirking Prussia, a somewhat clingy Spain and a cursing Romano?

Philia sighed. She better go get the bandages and antiseptic just in case she couldn't deter the men from causing any form of bodily harm to her current employer.

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The filipina found herself busy with making tea and providing snacks for the guests that kept showing up on England's door step to give the Briton a piece of his mind. Thankfully, not all of them were angry and wanted to pound the nation into oblivion, but it still kept her busy as she had to keep making more snacks for the new arrivals.

"Need help?" A voice asked from behind, making Philia jump.

Turning quickly, she saw that it was Hong Kong looking as expressionless as ever.

"Thanks, that would be appreciated!" Philia nodded quickly before rushing off to the stove to remove the kettle from the heat.

As Hong Kong brought out the cups, the filipina busied herself with making the tea as England wanted it. It was still awkward being around both China and Hong Kong but things had gotten better over the months, so she wasn't as uncomfortable as she was before. Then again, she left further interactions with the two chinese men to her brother who didn't so much as flinch when he was faced with their glares.

"Um, what's going on?" She asked when it was pretty clear that her companion wasn't going to initiate a conversation any time soon. Not that he was usually one for being talkative in the first place.

"Nothing much other than demanding what England did in the first place." He looked up from pouring tea. "You know what happened, don't you?"

"Yes." Philia didn't bother lying; she knew she was a horribly liar anyways. Taking Hong Kong's silent as consent to continue, she explained in detail about how she heard a loud explosion when she had been cleaning upstairs and then she came down to investigate to find an unconscious America lying on the ground and when she peered into the basement, an unconscious England. She purposely didn't mention that the fairies were the ones who told her about the Briton since he wouldn't believe her story about the fairies, even if he had been raised by England for a good portion of his life.

"So he was casting a spell and America interrupted the process?" Hong Kong raised one of his bushy eyebrows at her. "Which isn't something out of the ordinary?"

"Uh huh." She nodded.

"..."

"...do you have any other explanation as to why everyone looks like they're in their teens?"

"...not really."

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England accepted the cup of tea, draining all of the contents in one go. The empty cup was taken from him and he was handed another cup full of tea.

The hangover had died down but it had been replaced by a dull ache that was beginning to form at the back of his head due to having been yelled at by a good majority of the world. Everyone had figured that he had been responsible for the sudden new occurrence in their lives since he was the only one who practiced the art of magic (actually, Norway and Philia had the ability as well but they weren't the ones who recklessly performed it).

"Sacreu bleu!" The bloody frog said as he paced on what used to be his immaculately clean carpet until the other countries decided to barge into his house with their shoes on. "How do you plan on fixing this, Angleterre?"

"Well I would have gotten to working on it if you gits hadn't come in the first place!" Even though he directed this at all his uninvited house guests, he glared at his eternal rival as if all of this was his fault.

He heard a snort and turned in the direction of his brothers. The one who snorted was Scotland, giving him a look of complete and utter disbelief. "Are ye kiddin' me? You were hung over when Ireland and I arrived."

"You were underage drinking, Inglaterra?" And as usual, the spaniard had decided to ask a question on something that had nothing to do with their current topic. No wonder most of his colonies or 'children' were so oblivious.

"N-" Oh, that's right. He was a teenager now therefore he was considered under aged. "What of it?"

"Dude, under aged drinking is unawesome!" What the hell was Prussia doing here? He wasn't even a country any more for godsakes yet he was still affected by the spell like everyone else in his household.

"You do realize that means you can't drink either since you're under the legal age limit, right?" Commented his younger brother dryly.

"I take it back, under aged drinking is AWESOME!"

"Listen you bloody wankers," England's headache was beginning to get worse and these idiots who were debating in his living room were not helping it at all. "Unless you have anything useful to say, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"NOT." Oh god, how did Hungary sneak that frying pan in here? Didn't Philia make sure she didn't have it on her person? "UNTIL YOU FIX THIS."

"Erm..." He was going to die, wasn't he?

There was a sigh and then someone (thank god) had the sense to pull away the long haired brunette away from him to prevent traction. "Calm down. I hardly think he's going to be able to fix anything if you send him to the hospital."

It was Philip, the male personification of the Philippines as well as the much less oblivious half of it. He was one of the few countries who did not blame him, though his twin sister had explained things to him first before things got out of hand aka Philip started strangling him with the string of his yo-yo.

"Anyways... you have a way to fix this, right?" Philip shot England a look that said 'you-better-come-up-with-an-answer-right-now-otherwise-you-are-screwed' look.

"..."

"We need him alive if we're going to reverse whatever the hell he did, so no, you can't kill him."

This resulted in Philip getting whacked by Hungary's frying pan really, really hard.

England leaned back as he listened to the other countries break out into arguments and groaned. He had a feeling that he was going to need a lot of tea before the day was over.

And I am finally done! I am so sorry for making this chapter OC centric. I didn't mean to, I swear, but it just ended up that way. Anyways, I suppose I could change it but I'm lazy not to mention that it would take even longer to upload the chapter and I have a whole bunch of people out there who are probably anticipating the next chapter of this fic and I don't want to keep them waiting.

Yes, ScoutingForGuys, I said that I would finish this in a few days but I decided to work my ass off and release this chapter so that I can work on the future and funner chapters.

BTW if anyone heads to my profile you'll see that I have a poll up and need your help determining what other story ideas I should work on since I've got about a million ideas in my head but can't decide which one to work on first.

And now, I'm accepting OCs! Two authors have already sent their character profiles to me so they don't have to follow the one I'm putting here. But the rest of you do so I can start planning future chapters and incorporate your characters into them.

Here it is!

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Name:

Gender: (Not to be judgemental or anything, but I know most of the Ocs will be female)

Age: (Don't forget to mention what grade they're in. I think high school goes from the ages 14 to 18 in the states, but I'm not sure since I don't live in the US. Don't worry about the countries being all in one grade; they'll be in various grades of nine to twelve)

Hair Colour:

Eye Colour:

Height:

Nationality/Ethnicity: (This is an international school, meaning there has to be a various assortment of students from other countries attending as well. But this doesn't mean your character can't be Caucasian. You can also be more than one such)

Personality: (Okay, be a bit descriptive about this. I'm not saying you have to write an essay on this, but I'm unfortunately one of those people who need description to get a character working)

Bio: (Same with Personality. You can make your character have a difficult past, but try to be a bit realistic about it)

Hobbies:

Other: (This means quirks such as being descended from a line of ninjas [I already plotted one out, so you can't have the position], mad genius, reporter, ect. You don't have to do this BTW, but it certainly makes the school interesting)

Are they staying at the dorms: (Yes or no)

Clubs: (Don't have to be in one)

Nation or Human:

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And basically anything else you can think of... oh, right. Tell me what country they would most likely befriend and which country would most likely get on their nerves.

Yeah, I know I'm pretty picky, but, uh... it's worth it? Anyways, I've gotta go now since it's pretty late at my place. Good luck!