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England x Canada
Rated: T
'Okay, old chap, no need to panic now. Just stay calm.'
England kept on repeating the words in his head, knowing something must have went terribly wrong because everything should not look so... big.
He glanced up to the table, narrowing his green-hued eyes when he noticed the potion was not exactly the colour it was supposed to be – it was supposed to be a shimmering gold, not as dull as it appeared to be, 'Well, I will just make the antidote to this and–" England thought, but stopped his thoughts when he finally noticed something important.
Why was he standing on all fours?
'For the love of the Queen!' England widened his eyes, looking down and seeing animal paws; not the human fingers he was used to, 'I turned myself into some sort of beast!' He panicked for a moment, lifting one of his front legs to get a better look at himself.
His arm was covered in white fur, with the occasional patch of brown spattered here and there. Arthur cursed mentally, seeing that he had no thumbs in order to make himself any sort of antidote, or even to pick any sort of item up, 'My cell phone!' The brilliant idea hit his mind quickly and he leapt into action.
Or, he would have had it not been for how imbalanced his equilibrium had become.
'Bloody hell!' England cursed, the noise coming out as some sort of raspy mew when he fell over to his side; being very unused to moving around on all fours. He got up slowly, taking careful steps over to his phone until he had the hang of walking like the animal he had become, 'Anyone will do at this moment, even America.' He thought grimly, ready to call for some help, though he was loathe to admit it.
Only to find that his cell phone was broken.
'Bullocks!' England hissed at nothing, clumsily moving his paws over the buttons to no avail. His mobile was absolutely broken and there was nothing he could about it in his current form.
He sat motionless, desperately trying to come up with a plan, yet nothing popped to his mind.
Arthur had no real idea how many minutes or hours passed, but his folded ears (which drooped over all the way) perked slightly when he heard a light knock on his door.
He immediately leapt towards the door when the hesitant knock sounded again and England heard that sort of quiet voice call out his name.
"Arthur?"
... At least it wasn't America...
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