Chapter Two

Word Count: 2,626

Pairing: France and England or Prussia and England (depending on the direction of the story).

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters, though I would like to. All I own is this interesting yet potentially slightly confusing plot.

Warnings: Maybe a bit of swearing on England's part. Lots and lots of Kawaii ChibiEngland, you heart might break at the thought of him crying, terrified at certain memories that flood his mind at various intervals.

Third Person POV

Bloody hell my head is killing, why the bloody hell does everything hurt so much?; this was the first thought that ran through Britain's head once he had woken up, his mind was hazy and his eyes hurt from the lighting in the room. His body felt like it had been hit by a truck or worse; his muscles were sore and his head was pounding, it was as if he was suffering from one of the worse hangovers ever. That's weird, I don't remember drinking last night?.

He blinked several times, trying to alleviate the pain behind his eyes at the sudden invasion of light to his pupils, as they focused on his surroundings, the contents of the room becoming clearer as the seconds wore on. His eyes travelled warily around the room he was in, in slow succession taking as many details as he possible could in his current state. He quickly came to the conclusion that he was, indeed, in his own home. As his mind cleared more he remembered the walk home at least and finding it strange to now finding himself to be lying on the sofa in his living room, fully clothed in his suit; as he continued to lay still in a vain attempt to sooth his body of its pain and discomfort. The curtains had been drawn and a blanket had been wrapped around his body, though he definitely didn't remember doing any of that.

England panicked slightly as his eyes widened and landed on a wall clock that hung just a few metres away and released a deep sigh of relief, it was 10pm; Good I have only been asleep for a few hours, but that still doesn't explain how the hell I got upstairs? I could have sworn I was down stairs in my basement... Confusion and frustration now replaced the panic as events from the few hours prior reeled around in his mind. He had gotten into an argument with America at the meeting and ended up running home in order to exact his revenge on the younger nation, to turn him into his much younger self. However, somehow the spell had gone wrong causing the English man to fall unconscious.

Our dear island nation tried to sit up but found it quite difficult as there was a strange tingling and very slight burning sensation spreading through his limbs, well that has never happened before? After much deliberation and further discomfort he managed to sit up as best as he could, his back resting against the arm rest of his sofa; which he had been using as a pillow, as he stretched his arms above his head hearing the joints popping and feeling relief as the muscles stretched out.

However, during this endeavour the Island nation noticed something awfully peculiar about his body. He had found the source of the tingly feeling! The Brit began to panic, once again, as he looked down at himself and was shocked to find that he was a child! His arms and legs short and slightly chubby, his fingers soft and delicate, his clothing (just a dress-shirt) hung loosely of his now much smaller frame serving more as a dress now then a formal shirt. Tentatively, he reached a hand up and breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't feel his ears protruding from his hair, his tail nowhere in sight either; Well it looks like I can still control my magic to some degree.

How was he supposed to turn up to the world meeting as a child?

A... Bloody...Child.

Freaking out at this new revelation, the nation began to look frantically around the room again, looking for any tall signs of how this situation could be reversed or similar; that panic soon turned into fear. Interesting, it seems that I have the emotional range of a child as well... I wonder what else will happen? Finding that the pile of spell books he had left scattered all over the floor, in his search for revenge, had been put back in their rightful places on the bookshelf and his tea cups cleared out of the room as well, most likely either left in his sink or washed up and put away. This revelation had questions running through the English man's (of boy's) head:

What the bloody hell am I going to do? I can't tell anyone about this... Shit! We have another world meeting in a few days, I can't go like this...but I guess I don't really have much of a choice... England let out an exasperated sigh as he accepted that the countries of the world would see himself vulnerable and defenceless...but I do believe I would need someone to look after me in this form...but who? England went through a mental checklist of all of the countries he could think of that had experience raising young countries or who seemed like a good choice.

I could always try to phone someone...China? No he already has his hands full, what with all of his other siblings and such... Japan? No I don't think he will be comfortable with that... Prussia?... At this the Englishman's cheeks heated up, shaking his head clear of images of the white haired nation he went back to pondering. France?... Well I could but he would hold this against me for years... I do think I could rely on him though I mean he did practically raise me when I was really little...more so than my actual brothers ever did anyway.

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of pots and pans clattering around in his kitchen, scaring the small child as he thought back to the fact that someone had, in fact, broken into his house, well it was not like Flying Mint Bunny or any of his other magical friends could tidy up his books and such for him. The child tried to hide under the blanket that was still wrapped around his small frame, hoping the invader would soon get bored and leave.

However, after a few moments, curiosity got the better of him, How did this person get into his house? There were no broken windows, from what he could see as he peered out from under the blanket. The door was still in tacked which meant that whoever was in his house somehow knew where he kept his spare key, terrified that it could be one of his brothers come to take him away, England gulped audibly but slowly crawled out from under the blanket.

Chibi England talking himself into confrontation, now having a hard as steel resolve, wanting to confront the man, tried his best to climb down the side of the sofa but found that it was harder than it first appeared.

When he was normal size his feet reached the floor with ease but now that he was much smaller he would have to jump if he wanted to get down. Slowly crawling over to the edge of the sofa England peered down at the floor and stopped for a few seconds; tears coming to his eyes as he looked properly at the height, it was going to hurt if he fell down there.

Shaking his head slightly, clearing the thoughts from his mind and furiously scrubbing at his eyes, England stood up shakily and took a deep breath before he jumped onto the carpeted floor landing swiftly on his bottom. If in any other situation, England would have been mortified but due to his being a child he simply stood up from his place on the floor shaking his head so as to not deter his determination as he began to walk as fast as humanly (Nationly?) possible on his short pudgy legs, towards the kitchen which thankfully was only a couple of metres away.

However, as he made his way closer to the other room the noises got louder and louder; England had also discovered that while his brain thought like his old self his movements and... other aspects had acquired some childlike tendencies. Nervousness took hold of his tiny body and his walk slowed down; once he made it to the kitchen he hid slightly behind the door frame, craning his neck to spot the intruder; placing his hands on the frame steadying himself as he leant further round the corner. After a few seconds he came into view and the small child's breath caught in his throat.

A tall man was stood with his back to the smaller nation; he had long shoulder-length blond hair tied back in a blue ribbon and was wearing a black formal suit, as if he had come straight from a meeting. The man turned ever so slightly seemingly reaching for something along the counter, making the small child hide further behind the frame. He gave a sigh of relief as he saw him just turning off the hob; his actions though gave the young nation a glimpse of the others face, bright blue eyes and a small amount of stubble decorated his chin. Well at least he wasn't really an intruder of sorts.

Without a second thought and certainly without any of his previous fear the younger England ran across the kitchen tiles, skidding slightly before latching onto the other man's leg, holding fast. An action not normally performed by the adult England "Fwance!" Said French nation looked surprised at the sudden attack but smiled down at the child before ruffling his hair and bending down to pick him up. He sat the child on his hip and he continued to move different foods to plates set on the counter "Ah Mon petite lapin, you are awake. How are you feeling?"

England smiled up at the older nation and wrapped his smaller arms as best as he could around his shoulders, his fingers playing with the end of his ponytail; he enjoyed being picked up by the nation as he did it so lovingly, a nice contrast from when he was really little. "I feel sweepy, Fwance. Now put me down." France chuckled at the small frown playing at England's mouth, and walked over to the dining table situated in the middle of the room before pulling out one of the chairs and placing the child down.

"Angleterre... Can I ask you something? How old are you?" The child looked down at his fingers as if trying to calculate his years before looking up at France "Thousands of years, I am only a few centuries younger than you Fwance."

France once again chuckled before bending down so he was looking into the child's eyes, Ah they are just as green as ever. "Ah oui, oui mon petite lapin. It seems that you have all of your memories Angleterre. Just the actions and speech that is childlike. I just wanted to make sure." France smirked down at the small child who responded by crossing his arms and pouting slightly. "Yes I wemember. Can I ask what you were dowing in my houwse?" The French nation stood up from the floor and walked over to the plates of food he had been preparing, he placed one in front of his friend before walking to the opposite end of the table and sitting down himself.

Taking a mouthful of food he contemplated his answer before snickering at the small Brit trying to reach his food, he is so midgon! Looking down at the floor England cleared his throat, his face red with embarrassment as he looked up at France, tears of frustration streaming down his face. The smile slipped of France's face immediately as he rushed over to the child "Oh mon petite. What is wrong Angleterre? I never meant to laugh at you." England shifted in his seat as the French nation knelt down next to him a look of pure worry and concern flickering behind his eyes "I...I...c...can't weach..."

Sniffles broke the childish speech, France lifted the child up into his arms stroking his hair in a soothing fashion, coaxing Britain to stop crying, with soft words "Shhh it is okay Mon petite. There is no need to cry now. Big Brother France is here." which he soon did. "There is no need to worry mon petite lapin; I will help you with that." He walk the child into the living room and picked some books from the shelves; England giving him a look of confusion still sniffling as he was carried back to the kitchen and placed back onto the chair which had now been piled with books.

Chibi England giggled as he reached for his dinner; "I can weach, thank you Fwance." small arms were wrapped around the older nations neck in a hug, which he happily returned before going back to his own dinner.

They ate in relative silence before France opened his mouth and spoke once again. "So to answer your question Angleterre; When you ran out of the meeting earlier I was quite worried; I tried to phone you several times when I got home but you wouldn't answer. I was concerned because I thought you were trying to hurt yourself again mon cher. So I ran from my home to yours to find the door locked, I found the spare key and search every room in the house; until I found your spell books lying on the floor. I kind of knew where to find you then so I walked down to the basement and found you lying in a heap on the floor, I carried you up here and here we are."

England was still eating as he listened to the French man's answer, he glanced up when the other finished and offered a small smile "I was trying to cast a spell but I guess I lost con...con... conshentwasions when the phwone wang." he wiggled in his seat trying to get down as he explain how he found himself in this small predicament (Pun not intended...much). They had both finished their food by then and the island nation was becoming tired, a yawn broke out and he rubbed his sleepy eyes.

France noticing this, stood up from the table, walking over he picked up the small child once again and carried him up the stairs "I think it is time for bed, mon lapin" England clung to the front of France's shirt already falling asleep as the two made their way up the stairs "I think we will have to take you shopping tomorrow, to buy you some new clothes. We can't have you walking around in you old dress shirt now can we?"

France had made it to England's bedroom and with little difficult opened the door, walking over to the big king size bed he placed the child under the covers. Placing a quick kiss to his forehead, England cracked his eyes open a bit before whispering "Will you stay with me, Fwance?" France sat down on the bed nodding his head slightly as England's eyes began to close once again "Of course mon Petite lapin, bonne nuit Angleterre."

England was asleep in a matter of seconds, so France quietly left the room in order to tidy up the dinner plates before placing the remaining books back into the bookshelf and made his way back up the stairs; it was a good thing he had a room in the Englishman's house as some of his pyjamas and clothes were still here. I think I will have to pick up a few more from the shops tomorrow though. France slipped into the large bed next to the sleeping child and turned off the bedroom light before slipping into the land of dreams as well.

A/N

Hey guys, I have been re-doing these chapters trying to improve them seen as I noticed (and others pointed it out in their reviews) that some of the paragraphs were extremely long and hard to read. I have tried to fix some of the problems but please if anyone notices anything else wrong whether it be spelling of structure then feel free to drop me a message. Just try not to be too harsh.

I also was notified that something's did not add up with the new plot line and direction that this story is now taking, so I have had to add a few more sentences and change some things around to try to accommodate these aspects. I am trying to re-do all chapters before I got to University on the 24th and by the rate at which I am going I should be able to finish them by the end of this week.

Please bear with me and enjoy the new and improved version of this story.

Comment what you think :)