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Chapter three

Spain stretched as he heard his cell phone ring and answered it with a happy hello. His happiness grew as he was greeted on the other end by Italy.

"Hi, Spain! Long time since we talked. But anyways, I was wondering if I could ask a favor from you?"

"Sure, Italy, what's up?"

"Well…something happened to Germany so Prussia asked me if I could stay at their house and watch him. But since I have my own work to do I was going to call Romano and ask him if he could do it for me. Only he won't answer his phone and I've tried like a hundred times! Do you think that you could check on him for me?"

"No problem! I was planning on going over to your guys' place today anyways," Spain answered happy to know that it was an easy task. A question then came to him so he asked, "So what happened to Germany to make you need to watch him?"

"Um…," Italy paused as he looked over at Germany, who at the time was kneeling in his chair in his study; a pen gripped in his now smaller hands. Unsure how to explain what happened to Germany, Italy took a picture of Germany and sent it to Spain. As he did so he commented, "We're not really sure how it happened, but Prussia thinks England has something to do with it."

A sudden feeling of dread came over Spain as he saw the now child German, only to after a moment respond, "Si, I think I'll go check on Roma right away. Talk to you soon Italy."

Italy hung up relieved that one task was more or less taken care of, causing Germany to look up from his desk at his friend. Germany then asked, "Who did you send my picture to?"

"Oh, I was just talking to Spain and I figured that a picture would be easier to explain what happened to you. By the way, what are you doing?"

"Just because I can't go to work does not mean that I can't work from home," Germany answered as he carefully signed a form he had brought home the night before. Once done he looked at his signature, only to smile when he noticed that at least his penmanship did not look like a child's.

"Wow, I didn't know you could write like that. It looks all old fashion and pretty," Italy commented as he looked over the paper.

"S-shut up, it's just that with computers and such I usually don't have a chance to right something like this," Germany rebutted as he covered the paper from Italy's gaze with his own small body.

"Roma! Are you home?" Spain called out as he reached the Italian brother's house and called for the elder brother. He did not receive a response, which caused Spain's slight dread to increase.

"Roma!" Spain called out as he used a spare key and entered the house. Still no one answered him. Soon he reached Romano's bedroom to find that the comforter and pillows were scattered to the floor and the bed was missing a sheet. A sudden noise came from behind Spain, causing him to slowly turn around and ask, "Romano-!"

"YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU BASTARD!"

As a younger voice screamed this, Spain felt as if something hit him hard in the stomach and knocked him over. When he looked up from the floor, he found himself straddled by Romano wearing a bedsheet as if it were a toga. After the shock of the attack and seeing Romano dressed like that, he noticed that Romano was also smaller and younger, looking as if he went from roughly early twenties to ten.

"Oh, so you're a kid again too," Spain replied bluntly as he looked at the now younger Spain. As nervous as he was about his past underling now being a kid, he had to admit that it felt a little better now that he knew that was the case.

"Don't act so non-chalant about this you damn bastard. You and your idiot friends must have done this to me so fix it! And wait…who else is a kid?" Romano complained, only to then realize what Spain said and ask. In response, Spain pulled out his phone and showed Romano the picture of Germany sent to him.

"AHAHAHA the potato-bastard is now also a kid?! AHAHA Look at him! He has to be younger than me now! And those clothes…AHAHAHA…He looks so ridiculous!" Spain commented in between laughs as he fell off Spain in a laughing fit.

"I'm glad to see you're alright with this," Spain replied relieved to see that his past charge was not worried anymore about what happened to him.

"So what did you want anyways?" Romano asked after he caught his breath from laughing so much.

"Oh, Italy called me wanting to check on you since you weren't answering your phone," Spain answered.

"Italy? I thought I heard my phone ringing. So what did he want?"

"He wanted to ask you if you could cover for him while he watched Germany for Prussia. However…" Spain began, only to trail off his sentence when he realized that a young Romano was probably not the best person to ask that from.

"He can't expect me to do his work for him! I mean, look at me. There's child labor laws and such for a reason," Romano complained as he crossed his arms.

"Okay, so then what are you guys going to tell your boss?" Spain asked.

"…You take care of it," Romano ordered as he got off the floor and picked up his makeshift clothes before he tripped over them. Spain sighed at this as his mind went to how Romano could not spend who knew how long in an oversized sheet. He then realized that maybe he should tell France what was happening. Odds were, someone he knew was also a child now, and it may be better for him to figure that out sooner rather than later.

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