Hello again! It's me again! After a good while, it's about time I made the next chapter of Age Downgrade! I had some problems concerning my old computer, and I and my grandma had to go and buy a new one, so I'm typing with it…..:) That's my reason for not getting anything done last month! Now, I suppose you should enjoy the next chapter of the story, eh? Well, you go do that then!
Age Downgrade
Chapter Six
A Hetalia Fanfic by Phoenix Amber Kirkland!
(Couple: USUK)
Soon after Arthur had his nap, Alfred, Matthew, and Allistor sat down at the table in Arthur's home to discuss a way of reversing the spell.
"Did you find any magic-y stuff lying around the house when you found Arthur, Alfred?" Matthew asked the American, slowly pushing his hand through a sleeping Gilbert's silver hair.
"No, and I didn't exactly look through the house, either….Maybe someone should, but not me!" Alfred quickly put in as he bottle-fed Arthur, who took the milk with ease.
Matthew gave Alfred a hard glare, but shook his head as he looked over at Allistor. "You have any ideas?"
"Well, most of his spell books are in either English or Gaelic, and if the book we need is in Gaelic…..We'll just have to contact Ireland." Allistor mumbled, chin in his hands.
Alfred's eyes widened at the Scot's answer, and gently pulled Arthur closer to him. What if Ireland is worse than Scotland? I don't want him hurting England in any way! He thought as he looked down at Arthur, who glanced back with wide, curious eyes.
"We should wait until tomorrow, though. It's too late to even think about going down into the basement to begin with." Matthew said, sitting up from his seat, Gilbert in his arms.
"I totally agree with you, Mark!" Alfred piped up, sitting up as well, startling Arthur slightly.
"It's Matthew…."Matthew muttered under his breath.
(Couple: PruCan)
Not too long after the conversation, Gilbert awoke from his undisturbed, deep slumber. The thing was though, was that he was starving. Absolutely hungry, like he could eat an entire micro-nation or something of the like.
But, when he did wake up, there was no one in the room he was in…..Except for that crybaby he had met earlier.
Gilbert frowned and crawled across the surface he had been on; towards the baby….He was going to investigate, to see what importance this…thing was to him. Once next to the child, the Prussian lightly poked the boy's cheek, earning himself a slap on the arm from the baby.
"You're mean, stupid baby." Gilbert said, sitting down beside him.
The child just sat there as well, calmly sucking on the ear of his stuffed mint bunny as he gave Gilbert a long, concentrated glare.
"Can you even talk, stupid? Cause the awesome me can talk!"
They sat there, staring, with Gilbert throwing in occasional threats, until the door to the room opened, letting Allistor in.
"What are you growling about in here? I heard it, and I thought something had come and eaten you both." The Scot said, coming over and sitting himself on the bed, immediately making Arthur crawl closer to the head of the bed.
"It was me! I wanted to know if he could talk!" Gilbert explained, pointing to Arthur, who sat silently, eyes wide in fear.
"As far as I know, he can't. If only he could….Well, maybe not. He'd probably be complaining all the time."
Gilbert nodded, agreeing with Allistor. He then scrambled over to the edge of the bed, proceeding to get down from it. Once on the floor, he ran for the door, and exited the room, leaving Arthur to his own devices with Allistor…..
(Couple: USUK)
I'm alone with him again! I hate Gilbert. Arthur thought to himself as he slowly looked down at Allistor, who had decided to lie on his back on the bed.
"You're so different now that you don't remember me, you know that, Arthur?" Allistor murmured as he turned to look at Arthur, who flinched when he got the green-eyed glance. "You are actually afraid of me now, which in way, scares me."
Arthur looked at Allistor, beginning to turn curious by the Scot's words. What was he talking about? Being different? I don't remember being not afraid of him…..
Before Allistor could continue, though, the door opened and Alfred stepped in, a onesie in hand.
"Hey. Came in to dress Artie into his nightclothes so he could settle down for the night. Gilbert's taking his bath, so I wouldn't go in the upstairs bathroom if I were you. I'm also going to bathe Arthur in the kitchen, so avoid that too unless you want to see a naked Brit." Alfred said, going over to Arthur and picking him up, making a funny face at the child.
"You go have fun then, I'll be in here, getting ready for bed myself." Allistor murmured, sitting up on the bed.
"See ya later." Alfred said, going out of the door and into the hallway with his baby boyfriend.
Once in the hallway, Arthur began to giggle at Alfred, for he thought that he was absolutely funny, and he started to grab onto Alfred's shirt, getting great enjoyment at pulling on it.
Alfred just grinned and continued down the stairs, bearing the sudden outburst of Arthur, and got into the living room, where there was an array of baby equipment being scattered about as they were made.
"Well, look at all the stuff me and the other two were making while you guys were napping. Soon, we hope for you to have a room of your own, for we looked up some role-reversing spells and from what we found, you're gonna be like this for awhile." Alfred murmured, walking into the kitchen.
Arthur continued to ignore Alfred's comment by inspecting his face, trying to count every dot he saw. Alfred sighed and placed him on the counter, beginning to run the water into the little baby tub in the sink. The tiny Brit frowned in disappointment, wanting to cling to Alfred. It seemed like every time they had been separated, he ending up getting put in uncomfortable situations.
Maybe it would be the right time to try and speak? Arthur asked himself, pressing his hand to his still-frowning mouth. It wouldn't hurt. It's only Alfred here.
"A-Awlfwed. Awlfwed!" Arthur attempted, failing almost, even though it sounded odd, it was close enough.
Alfred's head jolted around, astounded that the noise had come out of the baby's mouth. After a few moments, he broke out in a wide smile and patted Arthur on the head. "Good for you! You can talk!" He said, pulling Arthur's top off of him.
"Awlfwed." The child said contently, glad that Alfred accepted it. He would most likely try to learn something new the next day…
After Arthur's and Gilbert's baths, the two children were sitting on the couch, the only really clear spot in the living room, playing with a set of toy parrots.
"I like birdies, I think." Gilbert said quietly, resting the multi-colored bird on his head.
Arthur yawned in reply, sticking the bird's beak and head in his mouth, covering the plastic toy in a thin layer of saliva.
"Arthur, you're getting spit on the birdie!" the albino squeaked, crawling over so as to free the bird, but Arthur took that as a moment to begin to whine.
He kicked his feet and turned away, bird still in his mouth. He was still whimpering.
"ALFRED! Something's wrong with Arthur!"
It didn't take long for Alfred to come into the room from down the hallway, and to kneel down to Arthur's level, assessing the problem. "Oh, he's just getting tired. It's much past time for him to go to bed. Come on, Artie." Alfred murmured, scooping the baby up and into his arms.
"I thought you were gonna tell us a story, though!" Gilbert moaned, leaning on the couch arm.
"If you come up with us, I'm telling a short story."
"Okay! I'm coming!"
Gilbert hopped off the couch and ran after the American and the Brit as they ascended upstairs….
(To be continued in Chapter Seven!)
Sorry it took me forever to type. Life is a bitch. Well, this is chapter six. I meant to put more of the spell works and stuff, but I got lazy. Next chapter we'll get to it! And OMG! We've gotten through one day in story verse! Awesome! Okays, it's time for me to go.
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