You've Been Chibi'd

by FullMetalCanine

When a spell from England misfires, it ends up turning Italy into a child, with no memories of his adult self. The problem? England doesn't know how to reverse the spell! Meanwhile, Italy keeps confusing Germany for Holy Roman Empire. Which, of course, is absurd. GerIta. HRE/Ita

4. Chapter 4

Thank you, everyone for the incredibly positive wave of reviews. I still don't own Hetalia, luckily for anyone who likes quality work. And yes, my headcanon is America doesn't believe in magic, but DOES believe in voodoo.

England was getting quite tired of having Italy sitting on his lap, babbling about anything that came to his mind.

"...and Ottoman Empire never tried to mess with ME again! Ha!" Italy crowed excitedly.

England rubbed his eyes. "Yes, yes, yes." His eyes drooped and he began to nod off when—

"Engl—aaand!" America called. "I got the guy!"

England glanced up tiredly. "Where? And that was fast!"

"Wasn't it though?" America said proudly. "And—surprise!—the guy is me!"

"America," groaned England, "You know nothing about magic."

"Nope! But I do know about one thing!"

"What?"

"Voodoo!"

England blinked in confusion. "Say that again?"

"Voodoo! Geez, England, you really are an old man!"

"Shut up, moron..."

"Yeah, I'm older than he is!" Italy said sweetly.

America blinked. "Really?"

"Uh-huh! I'm older than Holy Rome, and Britannia, and you, too, whoever you are!"

"I...don't know what to say to that. No, seriously, what do I say to that?"

"Something like, 'Oh, how wise you are, Italy, and you look so young too!" Italy suggested.

America snorted. "You do look young, I'll give you that."

Then Germany walked in. "Ah, hello Italy." He said nervously.

"Holy Rome! You're back! I was getting worried, Roma!" Italy cried.

He ran over and hugged Germany's leg.

"Germa—" America started.

Germany shook his head wildly and pointed down to the child hugging his leg.

America nodded. He got it, obviously. "Uh, I mean, Holy Roman Empire. When did you get here?"

"Oh, I just came from Prussia's."

America sneezed.

"God bless you, America."

"Ah! Ahaha! Oh, oh my gosh! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You said it! You said the thing!"

Sorry for the short chapter, I'm going off to school. Don't worry though, I'll get another chapter out when I get home! I'm also sorry for the joke at the end. You must feel like a priest, because I'm confessing all my sins.