"L-leon! Leon, wake up!" Hong Kong slowly blinked open his eyes as a slightly strangled voice rang throughout his room. He shifted and sat up blearily, rubbing at his eyes, and stared emotionlessly at the figure in his doorway. If he was anyone else, he would have burst out laughing at the look on England's face. The older nation's humongous brows were drawn together in a furrow of concentration, his lips were being tightly pursed and he looked slightly pale.

He looks like he ate a whole bitter melon, plain,Hong Kong laughed inwardly. He started to pull off if covers, but immediately halted when he noticed that he wasn't wearing his pajamas from last night. That is... he was indeed wearing them, but they were only torn scraps of fabric. Then, like a domino chain reaction, other discrepancies made themselves abundantly clear.

Hong Kong's arms and hands felt larger and more muscular and as he looked down he saw his chest was much broader and developed. The bed that seemed so large before now fit comfortably; the ceiling, not so high. Indeed, it seemed like his whole perception of the room had changed. Everything seemed smaller and lower, like someone had gone over the whole room with a shrink ray.

"What…" Brown eyes widened as Hong Kong heard a deep voice come from his throat. "What, like, happened?!" The boy's normally calm demeanor was streak with shock and horror.

A moment passed by with a heartbeat as the Asian's question hung in the air. Finally, England made a movement and walked to Hong Kong's bed, standing next to the bewildered nation.

"Leon… did you touch my potion yesterday?" Green eyes peered curiously into brown as England asked the question. Hong Kong didn't reply, but instead grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around his body as make-shift clothing and darted to the bathroom. He scanned the room for a mirror, then ran to stand in front of one. When he saw his reflection, he inhaled sharply.

"No way…" The face in the mirror mouthed the words of an alien voice that came from his mouth. The Asian face the reflected his shock from the mirror was definitely not his own. It was leaner and more angular, with sharp angles replacing the soft curves that originally made up his cheeks and jaw. The only thing that seemed familiar was the dark brown locks that stood in their usual side part, framing his face.

Hong Kong's eyes were roaming around the face in the mirror, trying to see the truth, when the suddenly they stopped on the area below his forehead and above his eyes.

" You have, like, gotto be kidding me…" The face in the mirror- his face- returned the words of disbelief. His eyebrows had turned into black caterpillars overnight, just as big and obnoxious as England's. But while England's were like black stamps, his own started small at the ends and grew larger toward the center.

In the mirror he saw the door open and the English country step into the room. After a pause, England awkwardly walked over and patted Hong Kong's back. In response, the other boy buried his face in his hands.

The blonde cleared his throat.

"Erm, I suppose I need to find you some new clothes…" Hong Kong looked up and give him the best are-you-kidding-me stare he had. England blanched slightly and said, "Hey, it's not like I force-fed you that potion! All I wanted was to curse that bloody frog to be old. I never thought it would affect you like this, make you age into a teenager… Don't worry, Leon. I will search for a cure to this predicament. But you really do need new clothes."

~HKHK~

Breakfast that morning was delayed and awkward. England was distracted by finding Hong Kong some proper clothes (which he luckily succeeded in doing) and Hong Kong spent the early morning in front of the mirror, learning the motor controls of his new teenage body. By around ten-thirty, England fetched a reluctant Hong Kong and they ate their breakfast in silence.

Hong Kong excused himself and made his way back to his room, locking the door as he shut it. He leaned against the door for a moment, wondering what on earth he should do now, then decided to do some exercises he learned from China to take his mind off the current state of things.

Meanwhile, in the basement, England was seated at a table, leafing through the spell book he used the day before.

Bloody hell,he thought irritably. Just one day in my house and that boy has already gotten into trouble! Well, it is partly my fault… But really, he should know better than to be playing around in suspicious-looking areas- Ah, there it is! He brought the book closer to his face as he strained to read the small cursive text.

"Growth spell… Ingredients… of the curse family… Alright, where's the useful information?" Eyebrows scrunched up as in annoyance as he continued to scan the page, a little more urgently. Then he inhaled in shock.

"Effects will be observed… indefinitely…"

England glanced up sharply as he heard a small cough and saw Hong Kong standing in the doorway. England couldn't read anything in the young man's face, but there was no doubt in his mind that he had been eavesdropping. He had heard everything.

The brunette cleared his throat again and lifted his hand. England saw quickly that the Asian country was holding a piece of paper.

"Something came." He waggled the parchment slightly then passed it to England, who took it silently. Examining it quickly, the Brit felt a knot of dread form in his stomach. As he ripped off the seal, the fears in his mind took root in reality.

Hong Kong was halfway up the stairs, only wanting to continue his interrupted tai chi, when England spoke.

"I… have some bad news, lad. A mandatory world meeting has been called, and… it's tomorrow."

Hong Kong froze.

" . . . " The brunette didn't move. He didn't speak, blink, or make any noise at all; he just stood, absolutely still. For three minutes of straight torture he held that pose, with England waiting, slightly anxious. Then, he slowly turned and walked up the stairs.

"… I'll be in my room or something. Don't, like, talk to me," the Asian called.

England twitched, then shouted back angrily, "I know you're upset, but that does notgive you an excuse to act like… a brat…" His words trailed off when he realized that the teen had already left the room. England glared at the door at the top of the stairs and muttered, "When this is sorted out, you are in somuch trouble, young man."