-2 weeks later-

Needless to say, the European nations were exhausted. Never taking care of infants so long before had become somewhat of a challenge for them. Arthur barely had any sleep from staying awake with spell books that scattered across the basement floor. Trying to find a cure. Francis staying awake to take care of the infants most of the time.

Spain, Prussia, Russia, and many other countries wondered where the North American brothers went and why France and England started living together again so suddenly. So England had to come up with an excuse that they had all contracted a bad virus in their homelands.

Francis sat in the backyard watching the small children crawl around on a soft cotton blanket. The sun shone through the branches of the trees. Lots of shade covered the nation's as they played on the warm Earth. France sat singing lullabies under his breath. The birds outside seemed to sing along and the wind hit the trees in a slow rhythm. Then out from the quiet atmosphere, Arthur burst through the back door and stumbled onto the green yard.

"Francis! I did it! I found how to fix all this!"

Immediately, they took the children inside. The babies cried, not wanting to leave the warm summer air.

Arthur led them down into the basement and told Francis to put Matthew on the white chalk design that was drawn on the floor. Alfred laid next to him.

"Are you sure this will work?" Francis asked cautiously, "Don't hurt them with that crazy witchcraft of yours."

"I'm not an idiot, Francis. I know what I'm doing. Maybe when they turn back they'll remember how this happened."

France stood back against the stone wall. He knew better than to get in the way of England's magic.

Arthur sat on his knees before the two babies who wiggled against the cold floor. He began to light the candles around the chalk while Francis turned off the lights in the room. Arthur whispered Latin phrases that Francis could barely understand. Suddenly a bright purple shot of electricity surrounded the two infants. Francis covered his mouth to prevent a scream, terrified that the children would be hurt. Arthur closed his eyes and focused.

Then all at once, it stopped. The candles blew out and the lightning escaped. The dungeon room was dark and cold once again.

"Matthew?" Francis mumbled and made his way through the dark to the young nations.

England stood up and ran to the light switch and turned it on. In the center of the room laid America and Canada. Back to their normal selves.

The two North American nations jolted up to their feet and ran out of the chalk circle.

"Iggy, what happened? Why are we in your basement?"

Francis and Arthur gleamed with happiness and both ran to hug their individual children. After a minute of reunion and confusion from the brothers, Arthur stepped away and held his hands firmly on America's shoulders.

"Alfred, do you remember anything? Anything at all. What was the last thing you remember?"

Alfred stared back at the older nation, "Umm..."

"Oh, I remember!"

Canada jumped up and made sure everyone could hear him.

"We were in Arthur's kitchen while he was making scones for us. Alfred, you were making jokes at his bad cooking. Then Arthur turned around and hit you with his wand. You made him quite angry. So the two of us left to go see France, since we were trying to visit both of you. We made it to his front door. I heard a baby cry, and then everything went black. Now, we're here."

"So, you don't remember anything..." Francis sighed.

"Remember what, Papa?"

Francis chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well, you were infants for a couple of weeks."

England stood in astonishment. So he did cause all this to occur. Surely this all didn't happen just because Arthur got irritated. Or, did he miss them being little? Was he planning this?

America noticed England's solemn face. He headed over to Arthur and stopped in his tracks.

"Please tell me you two changed my pants before we turned back..."