"We're here!" Canada said to the seemingly empty house. His voice echoed slightly as it bounced against the green wallpapered walls.
America shouldered in past his brother. "Come on, Iggy dude! Let's get this party started and over with!"
Canada shut the front door as America immediately made himself at home by sitting in England's favorite armchair and kicking his feet up on the mahogany coffee table. The northernmost Nation shook his head. "You know that irritates him."
America shrugged and gave a mischievous smile. "You know I don't care." He looked around. "I wonder where he's gone?" he wondered aloud.
"How much do you want to bet he's in his basement?" Canada asked, sitting himself down on the ornate floral sofa.
Alfred rolled his eyes, "How 'bout you go check? I ain't settin' foot down there on my life."
Whatever response Canada had never came, for he was interrupted by a loud THUMP! and a string of muffled curses. The brothers glanced at each other. Canada raised an eyebrow. The blue eyed Nation shook his head violently, "Nope, I'm still not going down there."
Canada glared at his brother. "Oh, come on! You're telling me that you can win a staring contest with Russia of all people, but you're afraid of going into England's basement?"
The conversation was interrupted again, but this time it was England yelling, "Both of you get down here! I have something to show you!"
Canada smiled triumphantly. He stood up, beckoned to his reluctant brother, and made his way down the carpeted hall and towards the stone staircase that would lead to down to the basement.
America grumbled and shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed Canada.
"You're an ass," America stated with finality as they made their way down the steps.
"You're a chicken shit," Canada shot back. He opened the old wooden door to the basement, "But don't worry. I'll protect you, little brother."
The two made found themselves in a large, darkened stone room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with all sorts of odds and ends between old volumes. A cluttered worktable was pushed into a corner and a large glowing pentacle on the floor dominated the center of the room.
"Ah, good! You two are here," England smiled. He ushered the twins towards the ominous glowing circle in the of the floor. "Stand here, please."
America sent a withering glare at the offending object. "Are you sure about this?" He wasn't ready to trust such things.
Canada sighed and pulled America into the circle with him. "If he was going to hurt you, he would've tried it already."
England nodded as he flipped through the yellowed pages of a tattered spell book. "Right, now stop being a git." He flipped a few more pages, stopped and seemed to skim it's contents. He called out, "Illusio iuventutis tempore!" There was a flash of blue light, and the room fell dark.
"I feel...different," Canada said worriedly. He jumped, his voice sounded different too!
"Ha ha! You sound like a colony!" America made a choking sound, "Urk! So do I!"
England put on a candle. "Yes, I've de-aged you so that you look like fourteen year-olds." England smirked evilly and said, "Good thing I have some clothing that will fit you." He reached into a trunk against the wall and pulled out spare jeans and t-shirts.
America took his red shirt and studied the words printed on it in white. "'Keep Calm and Carry On'? Really dude?"
Canada's shirt was thankfully an unmarked green. He shed his old clothes, now much too big, and hurriedly dressed in the adolescent sized outfit. America scowled, but did the same. England clapped his hands together. "Alright! Come now lads, we are off to get school supplies!" He lead the way back into the living room, but instead of going to the front door, he turned toward the fireplace.
Canada cocked his head to the side. "What are we doing?"
England looked down at the de-aged Canada, secretly relishing the very fact that he wasn't shorter than them anymore. "I've already told you, we're getting school supplies!"
America frowned. "Through the fireplace?"
"You don't really expect us to take the car to Diagon Alley now, do you?" England asked mysteriously, thoroughly enjoying the twins' confusion. He pulled out a small sack of powder, seemingly from nowhere.
"What's that?" Canada asked curiously.
"Floo powder. This will allow us to get there the quickest." He held the bag out to Canada first. "What I want you to do, is to take a fistful of that, step into the fireplace, and yell out 'Diagon Alley!' Then, throw the dust on the ground, and you will find yourself at the very place you've named. Stay where you are, and we will join you momentarily."
Canada took a bit of powder, and did exactly as England said. He disappeared in a sudden blast of green fire. America immediately reared on England. "What just happened? What did you do?!"
England held out the bag. "He's fine! Now stop being a stubborn git and do as I say!" He waited.
America grimaced and forced himself to take some powder. He stepped into the fireplace and stated, "For the record, I don't like any of this. It just doesn't feel right." He followed Canada's example and disappeared in a similar fashion.
England sighed frustratingly and ran a hand through his hair. "Why is he so...gah!" He grabbed a fist of floo powder and said determinedly, "I'll change his mind yet! Diagon Alley!" He felt a rush of wind, and was gone.
Another chapter done, huzzah! No worries, Harry Potter and friends shall be making an appearance soon!
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