Chapter 3

A small green eyed, dirty blonde child groaned. "Mn... My head..." he moaned out, rubbing his forehead. "Where am I?" he muttered to himself, as he surveyed his surroundings. He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing a black cloak tied around his neck and a strange long sleeved white shirt that buttoned down and hung off of his small frame. "What is this strange garment?" he muttered as he looked at how the sleeves hung off of him.

"Ow... my head hurts!" another boy with blonde hair and red eyes yelped out, sitting up, causing for the dirty blonde child to look at him with wide, slightly scared, eyes. "Hey! Who are you?" the boy with the red eyes asked loudly turning to face him, crossed legged, black cloak and a black button up shirt hanging off of him. The red eyed boy tilted his head. "What are you wearing? You look weird!" he yelled out, laughing a bit.

The dirty blonde puffed out his cheeks indignantly and huffed. "I do not look weird! You look weird you git!" he yelled out, sticking his tongue out at the other child. "What? No I don't!" "Yes you do~."

"Mn..." a new voice moaned out, cutting the others small argument short. They both looked over at the other sleeping child. He had light blonde hair and was still 'sleeping'.

The Romanian stood up, shirt reaching past his knees, cloak trailing after him, as he walked over to the sleeping child. He tilted his head to the side with a puzzled look on his face before poking him in the head. "Hey! You! Kid! Wake up!" the red eyed boy continuously poked him while the green eyed boy stared at them with huge eyes and a shocked expression.

"Wha... What are you doing?" he yelled out, jumping up and walking over to the other two.

"Trying to wake him up," the ash blonde boy replied back, still poking the sleeping blonde in the head. "If you don't stop I'm going to hit you." the small blonde said, blinking.

The red eyed boy grinned widely, showing off his long canines, and continued to poke the child until a fist met his cheek.

"Ow! That hurt stupid!" the Romanian yelled out, pressing a hand to his cheek. The Norwegian child glared and rubbed his fist. "I told you to stop it. And I'm not stupid! You're stupid, stupid!" The red eyed child glared and stuck his tongue out. The Norwegian stood up and stuck his tongue out back at him.

"Who are you two?" the small green eyed child yelled out, stamping a foot in an attempt to gain their attention.

The Romanian blinked and grinned then jumped up. "I am the land of Romania! But my human name is Vladimir. Who are you?" he asked the English boy.

"I am Arthur, and my nation is England," England proclaimed proudly, grinning widely.

The Norwegian child turned to face the English child. "My name is Lukas, and my country is Norway. You're both nations too?" he asked, tilting his head and blinking his deep blue eyes.

Romania grinned and nodded while England nodded and smiled widely.

"Do either of you know why we're wearing such strange clothing then? I don't remember wearing this." Norway said looking down at himself. He was the only one out of the three who wasn't wearing a button down shirt. His was a sailor shirt style, and was still long sleeved and hung off of him. He also had a black cloak tied around his neck and it dragged across the floor when he walked around.

England looked down and held up his hands, sleeves hanging off of his hands, and shook his head. "No idea. It's strange. I wasn't wearing this a while ago... Where are we anyway?" he asked, looking around at the dark room that was illuminated by a few lit candles. There were a two tables and both had books piled onto them.

Romania and Norway shook their heads. "No clue," Romania said, looking around the room as well and moving closer to England.

Norway looked around and moved forward to hold onto England's right sleeve while Romania gripped onto the left sleeve as all three surveyed the strange room.

"This is scary! I want to go home!" Norway shouted. England nodded in agreement. Romania sniffled.

The silence was shattered by the buzzing of England's cellphone from his khaki pants that were still on the floor.

Buzz buzz buzz~!

"Ahhh!" All three young children screamed out, hugging each other tightly and shaking slightly.

"What was that?" Romania shouted out poking at the pants.

England shook his head, tears starting to swell up into the corners of his eyes. "I don't know!" he yelped out, shaking like a leaf. Norway watched as Romania poked the pants with wide blue eyes. "Wha- what are you going to do Romania?" Norway asked.

Romania shrugged and took out the phone from the pants pocket. "I'm just looking. Don't be such a baby!" he yelled out, holding the phone in both hands. He looked it over with a puzzled expression. "And you can call me Vladimir. What is this thing?" he yelled, walking back over to the other two.

"I don't know! Don't give it to me! I don't want that bewitched thing!" England yelled shaking his head.

Norway shook. "I don't want it either. I think England-"

"I prefer Arthur." England interjected.

"Whatever! I think Arthur's right! It's bewitched! It'll curse us!" Norway shouted, slightly annoyed.

Romania laughed. "No it won't. Here! Check it out." The Romanian said as he handed the phone to England.

England looked over the phone, Norway peeking over his shoulder. The green eyed child pushed a small button with green on it. The Phone lit up, showing a flashing envelope.

"Woah! How strange." England muttered, emerald eyes wide.

Norway's eyes widened and he tapped the screen, causing for the message to open.

"Gah! Bloody hell!" England muttered, tossing the phone back to Romania.

"What's it say?" Norway asked quizzically, his interest piqued.

Romania shrugged. "I don't know. I can't read. Here! Catch!" he said, grinning as he tossed the phone to Norway. Norway stumbled a bit and caught the phone, staring at the screen.

"Wonder what this button does..." he muttered to himself before pushing the green button.

A ringing type of thing sounded from the phone. "Ah!" the personification of Norway yelped, tossing the phone back to England. Another ringing sound came from the phone, causing for the English boy to toss the phone to the personification of Romania. "Well I don't want it!" he yelled out, tossing back over to Norway. Norway caught it with wide eyes what do I do with it?" he asked, looking at the other two boys. They shrugged.

"Hello? What's up Arthur?" A voice said, coming from within the phone.

"Gah!" Norway shouted, accidentally pushing another button, as he let the phone drop from his hands and onto the floor.

"Artie? You ok? Hello? Arthur?" the voice said in a confused tone, his voice now louder and blaring in the room. The Norwegian child had accidentally put the cell phone on speaker.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" England yelled out in his childlike voice. "Is this some sort of strange new type of magic?"

"Uh... Arthur? Iggy, dude, what's wrong with your voice? And again with the magic?" the strange voice asked now sounding even more confused.

"It is magic!" Norway yelled out, holding onto England's right arm and burying his face into the other child's shoulder. "I want Nisse! Nisse! Help!" he screamed out.

"Woah! Hello? Who's that? Arthur?"

"AHH! FLYING MINT BUNNY! SOMEBODY! HELP!" England screamed, tears bubbling at the corners of his eyes. He grabbed onto Romania's arm. "What type of magic is this? Come out of that small thing and face us if you dare! You coward!" Romania shouted, glaring at the phone, fear in his eyes, but not in his voice.

"Uh... Hey France! Canada! I think something's wrong with England!" The mystery voice yelled to some others. "Oh? 'ow so Amérique?" a new voice asked, this one with a French accent(not that the children really knew that). "He's acting all weird. Like he's got memory loss or something. Here, you try talking to him." There were some static sounds and then the voice with the French accent began speaking. "Bonjour l'Angleterre. Now, what is wrong that is making our dear petit Amérique worry so much?"

"I don't know who you are, or what you just said, but you sound like a frog!" England yelled pointing at the phone with a glare.

"Well 'e seems fine to moi Amérique." The Frenchman said exasperated.

Romania glared at the phone. "You're annoying!" he shouted as he picked up the phone from the floor, and then he threw it at the wall, watching as it shattered into three part; the phone, the back, and the battery. Norway and England cheered, while Romania looked proud of himself.

"What do we do now? We still don't know where we are, and I want to go home!" Norway cried out, tears filling the corners of his eyes.

England quivered. "I want to go home too... I want Flying Mint Bunny! I want my big brothers! I want my mummy!" and with that, the green eyed personification of England broke into tears and began sobbing loudly.

Romania sniffled. "I want to go home too..." and the ash blonde red eyed Romanian burst into loud sobs, hiding his face in his hands as he cried out. Norway soon too burst into loud tears.

:Meanwhile in Paris, France:
America, Canada, and France all stared at America's phone in bewilderment.

"Uh... dudes, is it just me, or was that just plain out weird?" America asked in a confused tone.

Canada shook his head. "No. It seemed like there was something seriously wrong with England." he said in his soft voice.

France nodded and put his wine glass down onto a small table and gave the cellphone back to America. "Something was seriously wrong with Angleterre." he muttered before staring out of the window. He sighed and sat down on the couch.

"I'm going to call him back." America said as he redialed the English mans number. He waited a few seconds until he got the dial tone and hung up. He then called England's home number. "Pick up pick up..." he muttered.

"Hello~? Arthur Kirkland's home, may I ask who's calling please?" A small voice answered and asked softly, sweetly.

"Yes. It's Alfred. Is Artie home?" America asked.

"Oh no Mr. America. England went to Mr. Romania's house for a few days. Is something wrong with England?" the voice asked, beginning to sound worried.

"Oh uh no. Iggy's fine I think. Well I'm going to go now, thanks for telling me where he went!" America said happily before hanging up.

"Where's Arthur at Al?" Canada asked worriedly, holding onto Kumajiro tightly.

Alfred slipped his phone into his pocket. "He's at Romania's house for some reason. I'm going to go there real quick. I'm worried. Something was wrong earlier. As the hero, I need to make sure that he's ok!"

France smirked. "I shall accompany you. If dear Angleterre is hurt or something, I will want to be there so that I may laugh at his stupide face! Honhonhon~" France laughed out, face slightly clouded over.

Canada sighed and sweatdropped. "But papa... If Arthur's really hurt, you can't just laugh at him." he said softly, wells softer than usual.

France laughed and wrapped an arm over Canada's shoulders, bringing the smaller nation closer. "Why of course I can cher Mathew. You see, I enjoy laughing at Angleterre's pain sometimes." the Frenchman said, laughing softly as he hugged his former colony.

Canada sighed. "Well be that as it may! England and maybe Romania are in trouble or hurt or something or whatever and we're just standing here wasting time! If you're going to come with me, can we just go now please?" America asked in annoyance, before turning to walk out of the house.

Canada smiled and nodded, following after his brother. France sighed. "Wait for me! I'm coming too!" France said loudly, running after the two North American nations.

:A few hours later at an airport in Romania:
The three blonde nations walked out of the airport and quickly hailed a taxi. France gave the address of Romania's house and soon they were there. The trio quickly paid for the ride and walked quickly into the house.

"I'm sure that everything is fine." France said, rolling his eyes as America kicked open the door. Canada blinked.

America looked around the room. "Arthur?" he yelled out, walking forward, still observing the room.

"Al... was that necessary?" The normally quiet Canadian screeched, lavender eyes wide.

"Huh? What do yah mean Mattie?"

"The DOOR! You just kicked the door RIGHT OFF! The hell Al!" Canada yelled out.

America shrugged. "Oh that? It can be fixed. Come on! We have to find Arthur!" America said, running into the house and yelling out Arthur's name worriedly.

France and Canada deadpanned but followed the American anyway.

"Hm? Shh! America! Shh! I heard something!" France yelled. America stopped yelling and ran over to France and Canada.

There was a small banging sound on a door that was a few feet away from the blonde trio. It sounded like tiny fists hitting the door with all their strength. "Help! Is someone there?" A small voice with a heavy English accent yelled out, hitting the door harder. "Hey! Come help us! We're stuck!" Another small voice, this time heavily accented in Romanian, shouted. "Help! Hallo! We can't get out!" A third child like voice screamed out with a Norwegian accent.

"Over here!" France said, running over to the door and quickly throwing it open, moving as three small children fell face first into the floor, right next to his feet. "Gah!" France yelped, stepping back. "Why are there children in the basement!" he yelled out, slowly picking up the dirty blonde English boy.

"He- hey! Put me down you frog!" the English boy yelped out.

"Angleterre?" France asked staring at the green eyed child.

"That's England to you, you Frog!" he yelled out, kicking his feet around and almost smacking the Frenchman in the face.

America blinked and grinned. "You mean that that cute lil' thing is Iggy?" he asked, laughing softly as he reached for the child. France gladly handed him over, glaring at the child nation.

"Yes. But I'd be careful if I were you Alfred. Arthur was a rude little child." France said, picking up Romania. "So I suppose that you're Romania?" he asked.

Romania grinned and nodded. "That would be correct!" he said, laughing loudly.

"Iggy rude? Whatever Francis!" America said, laughing as he held the child England close. Canada picked up the child Norway. "Who are you?" the soft spoken Canadian asked. 'Wow. Never thought I'd be asking another nation that one...' he thought to himself, sweatdropping.

"I'm the Kingdom of Norway." Norway said proudly, grinning softly.

"Put me down you git! Wanker! I don't like this!" England shouted, pushing at the American's chest. Said American just continued to laugh. "You're so cute Iggy~!" he said laughing. The English boy's face grew red. "It's England!" The American continued to laugh.

France deadpanned while Canada sweatdropped, and the other two children laughed. "Perhaps we should call for a meeting to discuss that three other nations are now children Alfred?" France said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand, eyes squeezed shut. "I'll call them and arrange for a meeting. I think we should have here. Romania has a fairly large house, so we should all fit."

The North American brothers nodded. "Alright papa. Would like for Alfred and I to take the children to another room? Norway is starting to fall asleep..." Canada trailed off, looking down at the small Norwegian in his arms. He had his head leaning on Canada's shoulder and was snoring softly. France chuckled and looked down at the child in his arms. Romania was yawning and leaning his head on France's shoulder and was beginning to doze off as well. France nodded. "I'm sure that there's another room somewhere in this house that we can put these enfants into Mathew."

America nodded and looked back down at England, who was still wide awake and glaring at him. The blue eyed American grinned and followed France upstairs, Canada trailing after them. France opened a door and saw that the bedroom was for the most part empty. There was a suitcase with a coat beside it, and France picked both up and placed them on the floor before placing the small dozing Romanian onto the middle of the bed with a small smile.

Said Romanian just yawned widely and smiled softly before promptly falling asleep. Canada silently placed the sleeping Norwegian child onto the bed next to the Romanian. Norway didn't wake up, just yawned in his sleep and snuggled up closer to the Romanian and began snoring softly. America grinned and walked over to the other side of the bed and gently put England down on it.

"I'm not tired you git..." The emerald eyed child muttered, yawning softly. America grinned. "Sure you're not~. Why don't you just close your eyes for a bit and maybe you'll fall asleep?" America said softly. England glared but complied.

The three blonde adults smiled and left the room, Canada shutting the door softly behind them before following the other two into the living room.

"Well, I suppose I shall call the others, and we'll have the meeting tomorrow. Obviously this is going to be a casual meeting." The Frenchman said as he looked over the American and Canadian.

Both wore jeans, America's a tad darker than Canada's, America wore a white t-shirt and a black hoodie, while Canada wore a red sweatshirt with a maple leaf on the pocket. France even wore jeans. But he wore a white button up shirt with the first few buttons undone.

France took out his cellphone and called Spain, and America and Canada went into the kitchen. "Ah! Bonjour mon ami! There's been a small problem... Oh not too big of a problem. Well, there's going to be a meeting over at Romania's house tomorrow. Twelve o'clock. Honhon... Oui! Would you mind calling Gilbert and Ludwig? Felicianno will probably be there, and I'm going to go on the guess that Romano is already with you. I'll call Denmark and the others. Oui. Then I shall see you tomorrow mon ami~." And with that France hung up and sighed before dialing Denmark's number.

"Hej! This would be the amazingly awesome Denmark!" Denmark yelled, and Francis could hear the grin in the Dane's voice.

"Ah Mathias. There's going to be a world meeting tomorrow-"

"What? This is sort of short notice France!"

"I know, but there's been a small problem over at Romania's."

"Oh? ... Norway was visiting Vladimir earlier today..." the Dane muttered worriedly.

"Yes. I know. I'm over at Romania's house. England, Norway, and Romania all got.. ah... not injured..."

"Is Lukas ok?" Denmark yelled out.

"Oui! ...eh... non... Oui! The meet is at twelve tomorrow. Would you mind calling Sweden, Iceland, and Finland?"

"Sure... We'll be there tomorrow. Farvel France." And with that, the Dane hung up.

A:N/ blah. I was going to add more, but then I got lazy and decided to put the rest of it into the next chapter x3 I hope this is ok... I've been working on this on and off for the past few days so it may be kinda rushed or something. I kept squeeing though when I thought of chibi Iggy and Romania and Norge~ sooo cuhute~ ^u^ well, i shall update soon perhaps~ i appreciate the reviews and faves and such~ they makes me happy! :3 but anywho! the next chapter is already partially done because i had written this one, then decided to take cut it short, so the next three paragraphs or so are already done.

Au revoir mon amis!