China's eyes started slowly blinking open. He picked up his head that was hanging forwards, feeling aching pain all over it. 'What happened...? Where am I...?' he thought, starting to look around. He recognized it to be his room. The 15-year-old also noticed that he was not alone.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" China groaned at the obnoxious sound of America's loud voice booming through his head.
"What the hell‒" the teenaged nation started to spat back, but when he moved a bit forward, he noticed that he was tied to a chair and rather tightly as well. They had tied China's arms down to the arm rest, his legs to the legs of the chair, and shoulders to the back rest.
"Gomenasai, Nii-San. It's for your own good," Japan said, noticing his brother's surprised and angered face.
"Untie me, idiots!" China yelled, enraged, while struggling against the ropes.
"Oh shut it!" England spat back, taking the teenaged nation's hat and whacked his head with it. China gave a threatening glare with clenched jaws, but the English nation saw nothing of it. He measly replaced the hat on his head, albeit halfheartedly and ended up sloppy.
"So, how do we turn China back?" France asked the million dollar question. England picked up his book and opened the bookmarked page.
"For this spell, a potion will change him back to normal," he answered after a quick skim. "Just need to collect some things."
"Like what?" Russia asked. England written down the things he would need collect, handing it to America. The others, except for China, crowded around to take a look.
"These are some things I'm going to need. I have the rest of the necessary ingredients."
"Of course you and your magic would use such horrid things," France commented, giving a look of utter disgust.
"Don't worry, man!" America said. "We could find nearly all of this around New York! Just on the streets, parks, and subway!" France wasn't sure to be relieved or even more disgusted that the things listed would just be laying around the city.
"And after I brew up the potion," England stalked over to China, forcing him to face him with his hand, "we won't have to deal with this little prat anymore."
The two tea loving nations challenged each other silently with piercing glares. They were face to face once again, barely touching. When England refused to move, China fought back. He spat his face, causing the English nation to pull back, disgusted.
"You god forsaken‒!" England was just about to strike him, but the other nations intervened. America, France, and Russia all held back the wrathful English nation while Japan jumped in before his brother. China had also pulled himself forward, as if threatening another challenge, though he couldn't really have done much still tied up and his brother blocking him.
"England-San, I would appreciate it if you would not provoke my brother," Japan said before turning back to face his brother. "And, Nii-San, you should not anger England-San either." The two nations huffed, China glaring again at the ground and England yanking himself away from the three nations.
"Just get the bloody crap," England hissed after wiping China's saliva off his face. He stomped out of the room towards his own, growling curses to himself as he made sure to clean his face once he got to his room. The rest followed him out, leaving China alone in his room.
"Ai! You're just going to leave me tied here ahen!?" he shouted after them. Japan gave one last down casted look before closing the door behind him. China started screaming even more, this time in Chinese. He growled, attempting to break free from the ropes, but it was useless. They had been tied rather well.
Moments later, England returned with a bag of his things. China watched him walk to the table, pulling things out of his bag and setting things on it. He was silent.
"You're just wasting effort ahen," China called over to England. He wasn't fazed. "I can work fine at this age. Now untie me ahen."
England stopped what he was doing, causing China to stop as well. The Chinese nation watched the other come towards him, cautiously, not noticing that he had also picked something up.
China glared up at the nation standing before him. "Well?" he hissed. England pulled the object from behind his back, revealing it to be duck tape. "W-what're you‒" Ignoring the other nation, England ripped a piece of the tape off, taping it over China's mouth. "Mmph!"
England picked up his chin. "You're more engaging quiet, love." The nation smirked, pinching China's nose in a teasing manner.
"Mmph! Mmph!" China muffled, clearly crossed. He attempted to give England a head butt, but he had saw the task beforehand, pulling away.
"Sorry, dearie," England said, happy with himself, walking back to his previous task. "Not this time." China continued throwing his fit through muffles, but England easily ignored it. After finding the efforts wasted and useless, he gave up and sat silently, still irked.
"Okay, we got the crow feathers," Japan said, looking at England's list, crossing the item off. "Now all we need is a rat's tail."
"Alright! No problem!" America cheered. "There's a bunch of those down in the subway!" The American started walking down the busy street with his friends behind. He knew the city like the back of his hand.
"It's too bad that we will have to do something to a little rat," Russia said.
"Nah, man. There's a bunch of rats that're already dead." America shuttered. Though he's encountered a lot of the animal corpses in New York, he was still very grossed out with them as well as sympathetic towards them.
"Why would England have such a repulsive hobby, dealing with things such as," France paused, holding out their bag like it carried a disease, though it probably carried a number of them, as his sentence finisher. "Oh god." He was clearly sickened.
"Relax, Frenchie," America said back, making his way underground. "We're almost done."
The four nations split as soon as they got underground, looking all around. There were lots of insects and trash around the ground, but no rats in sight.
"Found anything?" America shouted. He received three no's. "Damn it," he cursed, still looking down. "There's usually a bunch." It wasn't until he stumbled across a garage can that he found what they were looking for. "Score!"
Running over to the deceased animal, America shouted once again to his friends. "Guys! The hero has found it!" The three ran over, taking a jump back once seeing the rat. "Don't be such weenies!" America teased. "Now, get the rat, France."
France instantly shook his head, appalled. "No! I refuse to touch such a thing," he huffed, crossing his arms.
"Okay... Japan?"
Japan flinched, turning to his feet. "I rather not, America-San."
America paled a bit. "R-Russia? Buddy?" The Russian shook his head. "Fine!" America looked down at the rat nervously. He grabbed a large Ziploc bag and garden shovel from their bag. Timidly, he scooped up the rat and quickly, but still carefully to avoid really touching it, put it in the Ziploc and sealed it.
"France was right. Why the hell would England do this stuff for fun!?" He shrugged, tossing the bagged rat into the bag with the other things England had needed. Soon after, the American pulled out a bottle of mini hand sanitizer and poured a bunch on his hands. He offered some to the others and they accepted the offer with much appreciation.
England continued doodling the complementary notepad the hotel gave their guests in China's room, waiting for the others. He wasn't the most patient nation, so it was hard to sit still. Once in a while, the English nation would look up, making sure China wasn't doing anything funny.
This time, when England looked up, he saw China softly bobbing his head side to side, humming some Chinese song. Even with his mouth was taped over, the Chinese nation could still hum, and rather well for that matter. Though, for a 15-year-old boy, China's voice was still quite on the high side.
China turned to England for a moment, seeing the English nation staring back at him. The Chinese nation shot another glare before turning away, silent. England sighed.
"You can hum if you want," England said, crossing his arms. "I'm not going to stop you or anything." After all he went through, he wouldn't admit he liked China's humming.
China shot another fierce glare. England could tell, if his arms weren't tied down to the chair's arm rest, then the Chinese nation would've defiantly flicked him off.
"Glare all you want, we're still turning you back," England added. China continued. "You'll be thanking me for changing you back." More glares. England's eye twitched. It seemed he really couldn't handle China's stabbing looks.
England sighed deeply again. "Okay, you know what; you really should stop now," he said, partly in a hiss. China ignored him yet again. The glaring continued to annoy and boil the English nation's blood until he shot up out of his seat, hands striking the table with a bang. China jump, but only a slightly, at the noise.
A moment later, England was in front of China again. He leaned forward to see him eye to eye, his hands tightly gripping his wrists. China winced slightly at the pain, which the English nation ignored.
"Listen, I've had a long and hard day looking for you with a bunch of blasted ninnies," England started darkly. China kept his look, but pulled back a bit. "Now, I could make things easier on me by letting you stay this way, but I chose to help." His grip tightened and China shrank a little more from the pain in his wrists.
"You could've messed everything up back at your home and, hell, I could probably find a way to use that to my own advantage." China bit his tongue, holding down any minute whine. "Yet, I chose to help you out. Now," England strained a smile, "I would deeply appreciate it if you would stop acting like such a bratty git."
China hid his deep breaths, still trying to ignore his wrists. He looked straight through to England's eyes. Though he had shrank back more, wavering a bit more as well, the Chinese nation held his eyes boring at the other. The two continued staying in the same position until they heard the door click and open moments later.
"Gege, can I have my iPod back yet." Their heads shot to the door. Standing there, staring back, was Hong Kong.
Though his mouth was still a closed line, Hong Kong's eyes still slightly widen. The only things he really noticed before his gaze shot to the ground, was England hovering over China as he was tied to a chair. He didn't notice, nor did he want to notice, any details.
"S-should I pick it up tomorrow?"
"Mmph!" China shouted, though it was muffled, to Hong Kong for some help. Hesitantly, he looked up at the two again, this time noticing his brother's different physique.
"W-what's going on?" Hong Kong finally asked.
"Bullocks," England hissed to himself. "Hong Kong, just let me explain," he said, backing up towards the table and away from China with his hands up. Instead of waiting, Hong Kong assumed the worst and dashed forward towards the other nation. England, having foreseen the younger nation's actions, swiftly grabbing one of his bottles off the desk, tossing the contents at him.
Hong Kong stopped in his place in front of England, having some sort of blue, glittery dust thrown on him. Momentarily, he started slurring incoherently, drowsily swaying side to side. Before he knew it, Hong Kong collapse with England catching him in his arms.
"Mmph!" China exclaimed, his gaping eyes showing how distraught he was over what the English nation had just done.
"Sorry, lad," England said, pulling him towards China's bed. "Can't have your overly concerned tempter in the way right now." After England had placed Hong Kong on China's bed, he had tied him up as well, much to China's cries of disapproval and distress over his brother.
"He'll be fine. I would never do anything to harm the boy," England said, walking back to his things and pulling out his phone; he had gotten a text. "He'll just be asleep for a few hours." Back at the table, the nation read his text message. It was from America. "Looks like they're riding the elevator up," he shared, turning to China and sliding his phone back into his pocket.
After a short wait, the door to the room reopened and the four nations stepped in. "We're back!" America exclaimed. His eyes caught sight of Hong Kong's sleeping form. "What the hell?"
"Don't worry about it," England sighed. "Do you have what I asked for?"
"Right here," Russia answered, handing over the bag.
"Perfect." England instantly got to work, mixing in the final ingredients. America and Russia watched over his shoulders, intrigued in their own way. France sat across from China, giving a sympathetic look while the Chinese nation gave an angered one back. Japan was besides Hong Kong, worried about another one of his siblings.
"It's done," England finally announced, much to everyone but China's relief. Everyone watched as he poured the potion into another bottle, capping it to make a spray bottle.
Japan turned to his brother, walking over to him. With China watching him, the Japanese nation kneeled on one knee. "This will help you, Nii-San," he said, talking about the potion, carefully pulling the duck tape off his brother's mouth.
The first thing out of China's mouth was, "Screw you ahen!" It was directed towards the former Allies.
"Hey, England?" America nudged England before the older nation made his way back to the teenaged nation. He turned his head, signaling his attention. "Is it alright I turn him back? I was the one who caused this and everything." England was slightly surprised at America's maturity, taking responsibility for his own actions. He handed the American the bottle with a nod, which he accepted with a smile and thanks before walking and standing in front of China.
"Hey, China? Sorry about all of this," America apologized. China stared back up at him with an annoyed look. "I didn't mean to cause you trouble. I know you don't want to turn old and all, but it'll be good for you, I guess." America gave an awkward smile. China scoffed, turning to the ground for a moment before looking back up at the other.
"Here goes nothing." With that, America sprayed China with the potion.
Sorry about England. He's just really REALLY cranky. TBH I didn't plan to have Hong Kong be in this story b/c I was trying to scoot away from by usual style in here, but, you know, oh well. Here he is for three seconds. Thanks for the reviews and still following this! Please excuse grammar, spelling, and/or language.