Ze Corned Beef Does Not Run Away From Ze Cabbage!
Chapter Two: Clanger!
Despite a massive hangover, England did not miss the first train to Paris.
Grinning ear to ear, Arthur absently brushed the wrinkles out of his green sweater vest in a attempt to straighten up from his early morning rush as he made his way up the steps of the old building, to where he knew France's city flat to be.
Pounding loudly on the door, the Brit wince as his headache pounded right along with it, but the chaotic shuffling and panicking that came from the inside shortly later was enough to make Arthur forget about the pain. Apparently the Frog had still been asleep, and his loud knocking had awoken him to discover the little surprised that England had set up late last night.
Waiting excitedly for Francis to answer, Arthur wondered how old that old French dog had become!
'Sixteen? Fifteenth, perhaps? Exactly how old had France been when he had first lost his virginity, anyway?,' England pondered, but his thoughts came to a halt as the door finally creak open to reveal... no one.
Blinking in surprised at the empty spot before him, where France should have been standing, the confused English man finally looked down when he heard a heavily accent voice, much higher pitched then normal.
"L'Angleterre! Dieu merci que vous ĂȘtes ici! I have turned into un petit enfant!" Came the panic mixture of English and French, as the, now small blonde boy, wrapped his tiny fists in Arthur's over sized sweater and gave the material a desperate tug.
Staring down at Francis, who now could be no more then five or six years old, physically, and was wearing nothing more then an over sized, button up, silk, sleep shirt that hung loosely on his small frame, Arthur balked. "Bloody hell, you're just a baby!"
"I know, that is what I just said!" Francis scowled and crossed his arms, annoyed, but on his current face, the expression just looked like a cute pout instead. He was really too adorable.
Holding up his hands, as if to stop Francis from approaching even though he hadn't moved from his spot, Arthur shook his head. "I can't do it. I just can't do it." He said to himself. "Clanger! You weren't suppose to be a blooming infant!" England huffed in frustration, and the adult trapped in a child's body's eyes narrowed.
"Arthur." Francis stated, his firm voice now little more then a squeak, and waited until he had the (currently) taller man's attention. "Did you have something to do with my current condition, ros-bif?" He asked coldly, and England found himself having to look away, a blush on his face at being lectured by a... er, child.
Reaching up, Arthur absently scratched the back of his head, feeling awkward now that the taunting about Francis being unable to return to his current body until he, England, took his renewed virginity, no longer seeming appropriate. "Um, yes, well..." The Brit began, but the little French nation cut him off with a sigh.
Pushing the door open farther, the long haired blonde boy stepped to the side, and waved for the other to enter. "Perhaps it is best if we discuss this inside." He suggested to his long time rival, since he obviously had information on what had happened to him.
Not expecting France to be so civil after what he had done, a brief shocked expression cross England's face, but he quickly composed himself, clearing his throat as he did. "Ah, right then. We'll just go inside, I'll whip us up a quick spot of tea, and we can have a nice, calm chat..." He said politely as he stepped in, not willing to be out 'gentlemaned' by the frog... and fell right on his face.
Pulling back his foot, Francis looked down at Arthur, who laid face down on his hard, wooden floor, and snorted. The young nation's tripping of the other country had nothing to do with his age reduction making him more immature... He just felt that the stupid limey had just deserved it.
