I'm sorry this has taken so long to update! My internet has been a shit lately so I've very sorry! This chapter contains kid Alfred! So tell me what you all think!

Alfred sat down laughing with his friends at Antonio's house with his two dogs. It was almost time for him to go home, he had work in the morning much to his disdain. It was night like this he wished he could be a little kid again.

He looked up, after putting a leash on his dogs. He spotted the attractive blonde British man on the other side of the room and smiled, giving him a flirtatious wink. Arthur walked over after bidding Gilbert and Kiku goodbye.

"Are you leaving?" He asked, a slight frown on his well defined face. There was a faint sparkle in those gorgeous emerald eyes of his that Alfred loved.

"It appears so." Alfred shrugged, running his free hand through his own blonde messy hair. "We'll have to get together soon, Arthur." He smiled, brushing his finger over the other man's hand.

"At least let me walk you to your car." Arthur, like the gentleman that he was, smiled, lacing his fingers through Alfred's.

"That'd be nice. Thanks, dude!" He gave him a bright smile, walking close to Arthur as he lead him out to his car. Alfred leaned in kissing Arthur softly before getting into his car.

The next morning Alfred woke up, stretched his arms high up above his head with a loud yawn. He looked around confused, his two dogs sleeping on the floor of the room Matthew and him had shared as children. Something seemed off about it all though, all his toys from when he was little were scattered around on the floor, even the old posters of Pokemon and Power Rangers were up on the pale blue walls.

"What in the..." He jumped down from the bed, looking down to notice he was even in his old Pokemon pajamas that he had sworn were thrown away once he hit 8 and his mother had to do it while he was at school. Sure enough, he fit into them making him then fall back onto the bed looking at his tiny hands and feet. He wanted to scream!

He left the room, looking left and right, and sure enough it was the house he, Matthew, and their mother had lived in when they were in elementary school. He walked into the front room to find his mother sitting on the cream colored couch in front of the window. He looked around, scared, fascinated, and slightly nauseous. Everything was the exact same way!

"Mom! What in the world is going on!?" Alfred yelled, his voice a high pitched squeak. His hand automatically went to cover his mouth. He definitely didn't miss that.

His mom looked at him and snickered. "It looks like you're a little kid again." She looked younger as well, her auburn hair pulled back into a high ponytail and her lips painted red.

"At least your horrible cat isn't here too." He shuddered only making the woman who looked like his mother laugh. "Wait, you are my mom right?"

She gave him a cold glare before speaking. "Of course I am, Alfred Franklin Jones!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. That was his mother all right. "You probably aren't going to like this but you have to go back to school." His mom shrugged petting the larger of the two dogs that had come out of his bedroom.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Alfred stomped his small feet on the green carpet.

"It'll be fine. It's just kindergarten."

The class was small and had colorful toys and pictures hanging up on the walls. Alfred stood awkwardly next to his mom looking around, he hated kindergarten. He had always gotten into trouble for either trying to help out Mattie or getting into a fight. He looked up at his mom who smiled reassuringly down at him. This was going to be rough. Hopefully he went back to his normal size soon.

The teacher smiled down at him, her black hair cropped short and pulled behind her ears. "Hello, Alfred! I'm Ms. Keane!"

"Yo!" He waved weakly to the kind looking woman. "You can leave, Mom. It's whatevs."

His mom patted him on top of his blonde head as he grumbled. Alfred went and sat at a table by himself while Ms. Keane placed a set of crayons and paper in front of him.

"Draw whatever you like!" She smiled. "Your mom said you like to draw."

"Yeah..sure, dude." Alfred shrugged, he started to draw a picture of Captain America. He wasn't much of an artist but was quite proud of his work, seeing as it was in crayon. Ms. Keane came up behind him and clicked her tongue against her teeth.

"What is this?" She took the paper from the young Alfred's hands.

"Who, you mean. That would be Captain America, stupid." Alfred leaned back in his chair throwing a crayon back into the box. "It could be better but crayons, you know."

"Little boys don't draw things like this." She hissed and began to rip the paper up right before Alfred's blue eyes.

"The fuck is wrong with you! It's a superhero! What kinda fuckin' boy wouldn't draw that!" Alfred yelled, appalled at the older woman. "Fucking twat!"

Ms. Keane's mouth dropped at the words. "To the naughty corner!"

"I'll sue you, bitch!" Alfred threatened. "Fucking bullshit kindergarten!"

Alfred spent a good amout of time in the corner, it was hidden behind the piano looking out a dirty window. He huffed and puffed while thinking of different ways he would kill Ms. Keane when he finally got his normal body back. He leaned his chin against the palm of his hand looking out the window when he noticed a slim, familiar looking blonde walking by. Arthur!

He began to pound his little fists on the window desperately, cursing quietly. His normal hands would have made an actual sound. The man looked over, his emerald green eyes glancing over in his direction and looked curiously at him. He motioned for him to come closer, which he did, with slight hesitation. He leaned down to his eye height and gave him a cute gentlemanly smile.

Alfred opened the window as quietly as he could manage and whispered out the window. "Hello," He breathed, almost in relief.

"Hello, love." Arthur smiled. "Is something the matter?"

"Arthur!" The man's emerald eyes widened in shock.

"Do I know you?" He asked looking at the boy more closely. Those blue eyes and hair sticking up did seem a bit familiar. A relative of his Alfred that he hadn't met yet, maybe?

"It's me! Alfred!" He pointed to his chest, he could feel a panic attack coming on. "I woke up like this this morning! I don't even know." he wanted to cry. Arthur held up a finger to him and jogged away, faster than Alfred had hoped he was out of his eyesight. Alfred slid down the wall and burst into a sobbing fit. He couldn't handle being this age anymore, he couldn't be a hero when people treated him like a child.

"Ms. Keane!" Alfred's head popped up at the sound of Arthur's voice. "May I talk to you for a moment?" he looked around the side of the piano to see the nicely dress Arthur standing tall, a slight frown on his handsome face, his cheeks seemed flushed and his hair more disheveled than usual. He must have ran all the way around the school.

Ms. Keane lead Arthur out into the hall, closing the door behind her. Alfred sat waiting, fingers crossed in hope that Arthur could save him from this nightmare. There was some muffled shouting from the hallway before a pissed looking Ms. Keane came back inside, Arthur close behind, a proud grin on his face.

"Alfred! There you are!" He smiled as Alfred ran to him, jumping into his open arms. "Come on. We have to go get ingredients for a snack. I bet you're hungry."

He nuzzled his wet child face into the crook of his neck, wrapping his tiny arms around his neck as he sobbed in joy to get out of that horrible classroom. "Thank you." He cried happily.

Arthur took him out to the school's kitchen that was located outside the gym. He set Alfred down next to him once inside. He smiled down at him and patted the top of his head softly.

"My poor little Alfred." He frowned. "We'll figure out a way to get you back to normal, I promise." he looked up at him with big blue eyes.

"You're so nice. If only you were this nice when we first met." He laughed lightly leaning up on his tip toes pulling the man down to kiss his cheek lightly. He let go of the front of his shirt before crawling his way up to sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen and smiled at him, kicking his feet back and forth. "So, what are we making?"

"I was thinking about hash browns, eggs, and sausage." He went over to the fridge, pulling out what he needed and set them down next to Alfred. "Let's just hope it comes out decent enough to eat." He pulled an apron over his head with a chuckle. "Mind tying the back for me?"

They spent a good hour making food when they were finished they had packed up nicely to be taken home. It turned out mildly okay, for Arthur that is. Alfred had to stop the hashbrowns from burning and to make sure he didn't leave the sausage for too long. But he did a good job with the eggs!

"Hey, Arthur..." Alfred looked down at the wrapped up food in his tiny hands.

"Yes?" He looked over his shoulder at him, a warm smile on his face.

"Could you give me a ride home? Please?" he frowned.

"Of course, my sweet little Alfred." He laughed and picked up the small boy holding him in his arms as he smiled at him.

"Thank you." He rested her forehead against his. This damned small child body got tired so easily.

"My car is over here." He held onto his hand tightly as he jogged slightly after him. They were almost to his car when Ms. Keane stopped them.

"Sorry, Mr. Kirkland! But you cannot take that boy off school property without his mother's consent." The woman smiled smugly. "He'll have to be taken home by the transport parents like the rest of the students here."

"Well I'll go with him then, if you don't mind." Arthur picked Alfred up again glaring at Ms. Keane. "I refuse to leave his side. Especially if they're anything like you." Ms. Keane glared daggers back at him before shrugging and showing them to the SUV that carried other children.

Arthur got into the backseat, placing Alfred on his lap and wrapping his arms around his small torso. He felt incredibly odd spending the day with a child Alfred, he also didn't want anyone to think he was a pedophile for saving his, what, boyfriend? He guessed he could call them that. Even though his boyfriend was now in the form of a five year old.

Alfred made himself comfortable on Arthur's lap looking around them at the other children. They appeared to be younger, preschool perhaps, he didn't care. He just wanted to get home with Arthur and figure out how to be a goddamn adult.

When the car made it's way towards Alfred's apartment he sat up excitedly. "You have to turn right up at this light!" He chirped.

The driver made a grunting noise annoying the young Alfred to no end.

"It's alright, love." Arthur cooed in his ear. "I'm sure he was listening."

He grumbled something, cuddling up to Arthur's chest. If there was anything good about being this size it was that he could cuddle up to Arthur in any way without it inconveniencing him.

After about five wrong turns and an angry Brit later they finally got dropped off at Alfred's apartment. He rummaged around inside his Batman backpack and cursed.

"My mom forgot to pack my keys!" He yelled as he slammed his head against the door.

"Love," Arthur picked him up, cupping his face in his large hands to make sure no damage had been done to his forehead. "I have a key, remember?" He smiled.

"Kiss it?" he asked putting on his best puppy face. Arthur laughed kissing the red bump on his forehead softly.

Inside Alfred ran straight for his video games as Arthur went to the kitchen to warm up their food they had made earlier. He came in, setting the food down in front of Alfred as his eyes were focused on the tv. Arthur sat back on the couch, going through his contacts for anyone he thought could help with their... condition.

Then he saw exactly the right person to help him in this matter! Lukas Bondevik! He clicked the call button and hoped he wasn't busy, he looked down at his watch noting that it was barely passed one in the afternoon.

"'Ello?"
"Ah, Lukas, I'm sorry to trouble you. But could you spare a few minutes?" Arthur asked, watching Alfred enthusiastically play his game, at least that hadn't changed.

"Oh. 'Ello, Arthur. What is it?"

Arthur explained the whole situation to Lukas who only gave a simple "hm" and "ah" during his explanation. Once he was done however Lukas was quiet for awhile making Arthur get anxious and began to fidget in his seat.

"'ave you tried to kiss him?" Lukas asked.

"Kiss him?" He repeated looking kinda shell-shocked.

"Yes." There was some yelling from his side of the phone for a moment to which Lukas sighed. "Arthur, I'm very sorry to leave you but it seems I have guests." He paused for a moment. "I will call later to check up on you and Alfred, yeh?"

"Thank you, Lukas." Arthur smiled, his posture still stiff. He hung up without a goodbye, it seemed his guests had already taken his attention anyways. He watched Alfred for a moment, sighing to himself. He sure was a cute kid, he was going to miss being able to pick him up and not the other way around. "Alfred, come here, lad."

Alfred looked over his shoulder at him with a pout. He paused his game, set his controller down next to his empty plate, and ran over to Arthur.

"Yeah?" He asked looking up into British man's eyes.

Arthur leaned forward slowly, holding Alfred's hand in his, and gave him a small, soft, chaste kiss on his small lips. Alfred's face turned beat red, that was the last thing he was expecting and what was with that kiss?! It was way different then when they usually kissed. Maybe it was because he was a little kid.

"What was that for?" he asked as he crawled onto Arthur's lap.

"A friend said it might have helped." He gave a heavy sigh as he leaned back, running his hand through Alfred's messy hair.

"Whatta weirdo." He laughed.

Arthur figured it wouldn't hurt to take Alfred out for the rest of the day, seeing as they'd probably be seen as brothers or something of that sort. He took him out to the zoo and a local fair and it appeared that Alfred was completely spent.

"Al, no sleeping yet. You're filthy." Arthur laughed as he carried him into the house.

"But it'd rather take a shower tomorrow!" he whined hiding his face in Arthur's neck.

"Fine, fine. I'm not going to force you to do anything." He felt the small boy sigh in relief. "Just wait here a moment. I'm going to go get you a shirt to wear to bed."

Alfred didn't see any harm in letting the man go by himself so he sat down on his couch, he hated this. Before he knew it Arthur was shaking him awake lightly and a kiss to the top of the head.

"Alfred, you have to wake up." He cooed in his small ear.

"Why?" He grumbled.

"Because you need a bath, stinky." His blue eyes shot open as he stared up at Arthur, shocked.

"You're joking, right?" he gaped.

"I'm not sleeping in bed with a smelly kid." He glared down at his stubborn boyfriend.

"Tough luck, bro." He crossed his arms with a huff.

"Indeed, tough luck." He picked up the small boy and carried him off to the bathroom, stripping him as he went.

"That's fuckin' bull!" Alfred tried his best to fight his way out of Arthur's grip but only landed himself in a tub filled with warm water. He splashed around a bit, moving his hands through the water calmly. "You're lucky this feels nice." he grumbled.

"Of course." Arthur nodded with a happy laugh.

The bath was quick, seeing as the minutes went by Alfred continued to get grumpier which only made Arthur laugh. He pulled one of Alfred's smaller shirts over his only slightly wet head which was still longer than a dress on him.

"Am I really this huge?!" He gasped.

"Huge? That's normal." Arthur chuckled picking Alfred up to place him on the bed and tucked him in. "You're just well built." He smiled softly.

"Well built my ass. I'm going to the gym once I'm bigger." This again, only made Arthur laugh.

Soon the Brit was laying down next to Alfred, whom had cuddled his way up to Arthur's chest. He hid his face for a few minutes, which lead Arthur to believe he was asleep so it startled him once Alfred started to wiggle around.

"Hey, Arthur?" he asked quietly, still hiding his face in the fabric of Arthur's shirt.

He rubbed Alfred's back softly. "Yes, love?"

"I wish I could be an adult again so I could be with you properly." He sighed. "This is embarrassing." he wrapped his small arm over Arthur's chest.

"What is? Me taking care of you like this?" Alfred nodded. Arthur made him look him in the eye, much to his disdain "Alfred F. Jones, I love you. I love you in whatever shape or form you are in. Even if you stay a child for the rest of our lives I'd still love you."

"You're just sayin' that." He knew he was lying and that his face probably gave it away.

"Oh, yes, you're right. I'm just here because you're chubby child face is the cutest thing I have ever seen." He smirked.

"You're an ass." He gave him a genuine bright Alfred smile. "But I love you anways." He gave Arthur a quick kiss on the tip of the nose before curling up to his side again.

"Good night, love." he hummed.

"G'night."

The next morning Alfred sat up and looked around with a sigh, nothing seemed to change... wait a minute! MORNING WOOD! He looked down under the covers to see his long, muscular, hairy legs and nearly yelled out in joy. He felt his face, he had his defined, masculine jawline back. He never thought he'd be so overjoyed that he couldn't see far away anymore!

He looked down at his sleeping lover with a soft smile, leaning down and began to attack his face with kisses. From his eyelashes, to his forehead, his cheeks. Though, he left his lips for last. This woke his sleeping gentleman from slumber with a grumble.

"What do you want, Alfred?" He opened his eyes and nearly fell out of bed backwards. "Alfred! You, your face!" He tackled the bigger man back on the bed.

"I love you, Artie!" He grinned kissing the man gently.

"Don't ever turn into a child again, you twit!" He returned the kiss, locking his arms around Alfred's neck securely. He would never admit to Alfred how scared that day made him, ever.