Once arriving through the front door, Sealand released himself from England's hand and went to run up the stairs.

"Hey! Hey where are you going?" Said Arthur in a calm tone. He could see the child was happy to be home. Turning to his brother he looked at him with a large grin on his face.

"I'm going up to my room Arthur…I want to play with my toys, I think they missed me! Can I big brother? Can I please go?" He waited as England walked over to him and knelt down on one knee. Embracing the little boy, and secretly so happy he was back, he stood back up.

"Of course little one…I will have one of the maids or Hughes come get you when we have something to eat. Go on now you little rascal!" He watched as Peter ran up the steps in a rush, and he heard the footsteps getting more faint as the door closed to the child's room.

Shaking his head and laughing, he walked down to the billiards room. He had gotten some pricing on the repair, and hired some wonderful men to revamp the room. Opening the door, his eyes widened. The room was close to being finished, but it was not quite there yet. He closed the door and walked towards his study. He wasn't exactly looking when he walked in, and the only thing that alerted him of someone's presence was the sound of slurping through a straw. Arthur looked up mildly annoyed and there sat at his desk with his legs up and tilting back in the chair was his little brother…America. The other brother Canada was sitting on the other side, and laughing at whatever the soda guzzling airhead was saying.

"Oh for the love of…what are you two doing in my study?" He gave a stern glance at America first, because it was always America starting anything. Alfred was stuffing a cheeseburger in his face and chewed nosily. Swallowing, he looked over at his brother with a smile.

"Oh hey England, how's it going?" He held the burger in his hand, and several drops of ketchup fell upon the desk. Canada saw this and grabbed a napkin to clean up some of the mess his brother was making. This annoyed the hell out of Arthur who was always pristine in appearance and attitude. Alfred smiled at his big brother, but of course the Brit did not give him a warm reply.

"Would you kindly answer my question? What in damnation are you doing here? The both of you!"

"Well…brother, we came over to see about certain oil spill in the Atlantic, some trade imports and exports issue…I had to help…its so tiring being the Hero…tsk tsk." Said America.

"Then why are you here? Go back and deal with it in your own land. I have so much to do it isn't even funny! Sealand is back to staying with me, I need to speak with Germany again have no ides when its going to happen, and you are getting on my last nerve!" He slammed his hands down on the desk, and this caused Canada to jump slightly. America took another bite of his burger, and a swig of his beverage.

"But come on…I need help, how could you not want to help the hero…ugh, such an annoyance."

England walked over to the side of the desk where America was sitting. He pushed the chair back so it wasn't tilting anymore, and leaned down to his brother's height. With a smile, he spoke to him gently.

"Is that right little brother? You hate being the hero? Well…I have some rather big disappointing news for you." He suddenly grabbed the nation by the ear and pulled him up. "You have to be the Hero for a lot of things, so get over it, and suck it up!" He released Alfred and walked away from the desk. "Clean up my desk you fat ass…and get out there and do something, I am sure your land has a lot of things that need to be "cleaned up."

The two brother nations looked up at their older brother with a frightening feeling. Much like when the two had done something naughty, and were awaiting England to arrive in the study, they just sat there.

"Well? Seriously go Alfred…and Matthew, go see if he needs help." He stood with his arms crossed and the two nations quickly got up and scrambled out of the room in record speed. Before they were out completely though, he called out to them. "Hey wait you two! Come back for a moment." Alfred and Matthew walked back in, looking slightly confused.

"Yeah bro? What do you want?" Said America with quite a tone. England glared at him.

"I just realized too…I am expecting Japan today. He and I are going over a couple of things. Please…if you wish to sit in on the meeting, I believe that would be very prudent. I may even have Sealand join in, you know, to get his feet wet. Anyway, please take care of whatever it is you need to accomplish, but be back a little later. I am expecting him around seven. You two are obviously dismissed.

Alfred of course left his mess. Shaking his head, Arthur walked over to the desk and sat down. Hughes soon came in with tea and biscuits.

"Hello sir, good to see you back. I assume you are most excited with Young Master Peter back right?"

"Yes of course…but he seems very confused at what he wants. He leaves here with Sweden, and then that same night he wants to go back. Maybe I ought to have a talk with him. Do you think?"

"Of course sir…I think that would be wise." Hughes looked over on the desk and saw America's mess. 'Shall I clear this away my lord?" England rolled his eyes, and thanked his butler immensely.

"Of course Hughes…please. I swear, Alfred and Matthew have never changed. Do you remember that time when Canada first came to the mansion, and they buried my pendant and watch?"

"But of course my lord. Such silly lads they were."

"Silly? Pains in my rear they were. Anyway let me go check on him. I shall return."

England walked out of the study and up the stairs. He had much on his mind, but mainly focused it on the child. Once he arrived by the door, he heard little talking. The door was slightly ajar and the boy was sitting on the floor with his toys. He held a toy wooden soldier and made it walk. In a deep voice, he narrated it.

"Okay men…time to start this war. We must bomb Japan, and take over their land. Hurry come along troops!" He walked the soldier and then threw it on the ground. Looking past the toys, he grew upset. "Oh I wish I had someone else to play with…there is nobody here. Papa and Tino are much too busy being alone, and big brother has so much work…I just wish there was a little boy for me to play with." England walked away from the door and felt an immediate sense of sadness, and he thought to himself.

"I feel just awful…the little chap never even had a choice but to be alone all the time. I understand there is Latvia, but he is not always around to play with my little Peter…oh if only there was a way to make the child smile." England all of a sudden got a wicked idea in his head.

He decided to try something. In the deepest part of his mansion was a secret layer. It wasn't used much, just when England would dabble a little in black magic, and sometimes summon demons, when he always ended up summoning Russia by accident. It was a very silly thing to do, and thankfully all the while with America and Canada growing up in the mansion, they had never come across this area.

He made sure the door was shut, and locked. On the floor he took a piece of chalk and drew a ritual looking symbol, again something he had done in the past. He walked over to a article of clothing that was hung up on a nail. It was his ritual garment black cloak. Putting it on, he was now ready.

Closing his eyes, he knelt down on the ground, and started with an eerily chant. What he was going to do was something entirely different and completely dangerous, but he wanted to for little Sealand's sake. He was finally beginning to understand how the child felt and he breathed a deep sigh, it was going to happen now. He began with a few words of Latin.

"Parum puer, parum puer. Verto mihi in aliquantulus puer." He chanted the same thing over exactly five times. Five times the chant, five times he circled the floor as he stood up, and five being the magic number. He twirled around, and in a matter of moments, he felt something inside him tingle. His body shot spurts of hot and cold, and his eyes went dizzy. Grabbing at his throat, he felt it tense up. Speaking softly he did not recognize his own voice, as it sounded higher.

The clothing he was wearing was now too large for him, and he rolled back the sleeves. He walked towards the door and because the outfit he was wearing was too large, he tripped and fell to the ground. Little five year old England suddenly burst into tears, but he tried to contain his cries, as he did not want anyone to hear him.

"I have to get upstairs…but…but I don't want to be found out. Oh no…how will I do this?" He thought to himself. He certainly felt like he retained his adult qualities, but not all. He left the room, but making sure the door was closed, he walked up the stairs. The cape that he was wearing had since fallen off, and now, being his height, he was only wearing a white button up shirt, as everything was too large for him.

Because America and Canada had left, there were only the maids, wait staff, and Hughes around. Being that it was a little later in the afternoon, they might have been in the servants quarters having their lunch, and taking their scheduled breaks. Seeing as the coast was clear, he approached the stair case, and walked up it. Becoming so excited to show himself off to Peter, he hadn't expected anyone to be around. He walked past his own bedroom, and Genevieve the maid was in there changing the linens. She had just got one of the corner areas when she saw the little England walk by, tip toeing. She suddenly waltzed out of the room and approached him.

"Hey! You there…Peter…what on earth are…" She stopped as England looked up at her with his big wide eyes. She did not say anymore as she quickly realized that this was not Peter, but someone who looked very similar to the master of the house. She knelt down to him, and looked him dead in the eyes. "Wait a moment…you're not Peter. Um hello…hi there little boy."

"Hi…" He just stared at her. A part of him knew it was his employed maid, but there was a shy part of him. He smiled and swished around in his oversized shirt. Genevieve suddenly put her hand to her mouth and gasped.

"Master Kirkland? Is that really you?" She smiled at him, and the boy blushed and nodded his head eagerly. She pushed the hair out of his eyes. "But…but why? What have you done to yourself? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"

England straitened up to attention. Though he was five, he retained some of his adult self, but not all. He did not like being lectured from someone beneath him. He perked up and stood with both hands behind him in the military stance.

"Genevieve…I KNOW what I was doing…and I…" He said this to her in a slight attitude. She raised an eyebrow knowing very well had to responded in a way not right to him, he might have gotten angry, but still…it was a five year old answering her back.

"My little lord…please…do not raise your voice to me…I am not sure how to respond to this." She looked around, and then spoke again. "Okay…we need to get you down to Hughes. Come along with me…and, you need a change of clothing."

She grabbed his hand, and he complied. Walking to England's room, she approached a trunk which held older clothing of when America and Canada were much smaller. Pulling out a pair of blue Capri knickerbockers and a white button up shirt, she dressed him appropriately. It was a perfect fit for the child. Once that was done, she and him walked down to the kitchen to where Hughes and the rest of the wait staff were. Sealand was still playing in his room, not knowing what was happening. They arrived and Hughes who was holding a cup of tea turned his attention to the apparent new small person standing before them. He stared at the child, and when it became apparent who he was seeing, he dropped his cup and held his hand to his mouth.

"Master…Master Kirkland? Is that you?" He walked over to the child as the other staff looked on. The boy laughed and nodded his head.

"Hello Hughes…guess what? I made myself small so I could now play with Peter!" He held on to Genevieve's hand and looked up at the man who had been with around for many, many years.

Hughes was an understanding man, and kept firm with all of England's beliefs, even when it came to the pure childish actions of Sealand and how those were handled. In his eyes, he was only so concerned about making sure everything was taken care of.

"But…my lord, isn't that a tad bit dangerous? I mean what if you can not change back?"

"Oh I can! Don't you worry about me. I can take care of myself! I am a big nation. Its Sealand that needs looking after." He went to run away when Hughes caught his arm.

"Arthur Kirkland…you had best watch yourself…wouldn't want anything to happen to you. But since you have transformed yourself in a matter which I will not dare ask how it happened, I suppose you can go and see Peter. I assume he will be most pleased. Go on young man…I will prepare lunch for the both of you." He gave the child a quick swipe to his backside, and England ran up towards Sealand's room.

Arriving at the child's room, England pushed open the door, that was still slightly ajar, and pranced right in. Sealand was playing with his solders still, and looked up at the new boy standing before him. His eyes widened. He knew England and what he looked like up and down. Peter stared into the boy's familiar green eyes and suddenly cried out in joy.

"Big brother! Big brother is that you?" He still considered England as his big brother, though the new Arthur was indeed a year younger in age at five. He ran over to England and embraced him.

"Hi Peter…I am here to play!" He grabbed his brother's hand and the two ran down the steps, causing much commotion as the two arrived in the gardens, much of the staff watched as the two adorable boys rejoiced.

While the two played, Hughes stood at the window watching, he was slightly worried on what was going to happen with England being little. He looked over at Genevieve and smiled shaking his head.