Chap 2

Sweden opened the door, still sweaty and covered in sawdust from working in his office workshop. Inside, he found himself looking at his two 'sons' sitting on the couch watching TV. While that alone wasn't too strange; it was the three little boys that sat next to them and on the floor pulled him up short. He stared at the five boys for a moment longer before climbing up the stairs. In his bedroom, he found Finland sleeping on the bed. He grabbed a change of clothes and moved into the master bathroom for a quick shower.

When he finished, he checked the other bedrooms and found Norway, Iceland and Denmark sleeping in them. He walked downstairs and tapped Sealand on the head, indicating he was going to get dinner started. Sealand looked up in surprise before slipping away from the now dozing Vikings.

In the kitchen, Sealand explained what had happened: "Nor and Ice came over ta' talk to Isä* about somethin', and then Den appeared lookin' for a drink and suddenly Nor, Den and Isä collapsed to the floor and those little ones appeared. It took hours to get 'em settled. Ice went upstairs and is taking a nap now, I think." The boy held two fingers together and mumbled a spell, changing them into a knife. He began chopping fruit and sliding them into the salad bowl.

Sweden nodded. "Wonder who else was effected." He grunted.

"Lots a' us. Jerk messed everythin' up again."

Together they finished dinner, placing the food on the table just as the others began to trickle downstairs. Finland immediately took the little Vikings upstairs and forced them into some of Sealand and Ladonia's old clothes. Mikkel kept trying to attack him with a battle ax, until Denmark came up and pinned his smaller self down. After dinner, they were given a bath, with the elders getting thoroughly soaked, before falling asleep in a tangle of sheets. Their older forms discussed among themselves what to do before Norway and Sealand suggested to go find England, since it was obviously his fault. Finland agreed to have his sleigh ready in the morning.

"Ve? Germany! Come in! I was just about to call you!" Italy grinned brightly at his friend. "Look what happened! Me and Brother fell asleep earlier today, and when we woke, we had company! Romano got really angry and went for a drive, and I think Little Lovi went too, since I haven't seen him since, and – Charlemagne!" Italy's eyes widened at the sight of the boy as he followed Germany inside.

Germany had dressed him in a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt. The shirt was a little big, but it looked good on him. His feet were bare, as Germany didn't have anything that would fit and they didn't have time to stop at a shoe store.

"Charlee?" A smaller Italy appeared from down the hall, and he charged his friend. "Charlee! I've missed you so much! Miss Hungry said you weren't coming back and that Big Brother France had killed you but I knew that you wouldn't die like that! Besides, Big Italy says that Big Brother isn't much of a fighter now. Can you believe it? He says that he spends all his time flirting with Mr. England and some others. Can you believe that?"
Little Italy grabbed Charles' hand and dragged him to the kitchen where he continued. Italy smiled at Germany. "I called Spain and he said he'd be over soon. He sounded excited to see Lovi as he used to be. I don't see any difference besides size though. They both sound the same…" there was a beeping from the driveway.

"Lovi! I'm here! Where are you?" Spain charged into the house.

"He went for a road rage, but he's almost back. Don't worry, Spain."

"Where is this Little Lovi you told me about?"
"I think he went with Brother. Guess what! Germany brought Holy Rome! Do you know how long it's been since I've seen him? I'm so excited!"

"Italy, I can't stay. I promised England I would swing by his place. Gilbert is over there, and who knows what problems he's causing."
"Oh? Why don't we all go? I bet England knows what is going on!" Italy cried.

"Si. England is pretty good at this type of thing. I bet this is all his fault. Whatever prank Bert pulled, he deserved it." Spain nodded sagely.

"What is that imbecille doing here?!"

Spain turned towards the voice, only to have a head slam into his stomach. "Stupid! Why are you here? Go back to your stupid gardens."

"LOVI!" Spain gave a crow of joy and grabbed the little Italian. "You're little again! How sweet! Ah~" he cooed, "Both of your faces are becoming as red as a tomato!" Romano and Lovino glared at the man, both blushing furiously.

"Ve, he's right Roma, it is red. We decided we're all going to England's house and pick up Prussia. I bet he knows what's going on." Italy informed his brother. "Hey, Seborga, do you want to come?"

Seborga, the youngest Italian brother, appeared from the kitchen, where he had been with Feli and Charles. "Yah I'd love to tag along. Maybe Sealand is visiting and would like some company."

"All right! Let's go!" Italy led the way to Germany's SUV.

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Charlemagne was the first Holy Roman Emperor, thus HRE's name.

*Isä means Daddy in Finnish.

Next Chapter: Everyone finds out just what happened and they learn the extent of the spell.