"Why did you do this to me, Norway?" Cried Iceland. "You needed a lesson so you got one. I will warn you though, you will have childish antics so when your scared you'll hide under the bed, you'll need naps again and who will probably suck you thumb when you do and have slight...accidents." Norway said, a smile tugging his lips when he finished and saw Iceland's eye widen at the prospect of acting like a child again. "Your about one and half years old, get used to it as it's not going to wear off anytime soon." He said smiling, and walking out the room.
Iceland sat on the floor and looked up at the Nordics left behind pleadingly. "Sorry ice but we don't know anything about magic. We warned you last night well enough. Still, it's quite nice having you as baby again." Finland said, smiling and reaching down to pick up the little Iceland. "I'm not a child, put me down!" Yelled Iceland, not liking the sensation of being picked up in the air at all. He kicked his legs till he got breathless, what was quite quick. "If you not a child why can't you get out of my grip and walk away, huh?" Finland replied, smiling as Iceland had a look of pure concentration on his face trying to think of something to say. "I'm not a child" Iceland whined, the best thing he had for a good comeback.
This is so unfair whined Iceland in his head. He had been given some of his old clothes and unfortunately, a diaper. At least Norway has a bruise out of this. Norway was nominated to be the one to change Iceland out of his overgrown clothes as he was the one to cast the spell and he also, unfortunately, wanted to be around Iceland as much as possible.
At this present moment he was in Norway's arms, doing everything he could to look intimidating what was just making Norway smirk and Denmark grin like the lunatic he is. He was also laughing at one point but thankfully, Sweden had Iceland's back as he also will have a matching jaw bruise to Norway.
He was set down on a kitchen chair to find out he couldn't even see over the table. At seeing this, Denmark laughed and went over to pick up Iceland and put him in his lap what obviously, Iceland was not happy with.
Because being deaged physically, his teeth were back to their original state and were baby teeth again so he wasn't going to be able to eat any hard foods what led to him now having to eat porridge, Norway's porridge. "How can you eat this noway?" Iceland asked to then cover his mouth at the mispronunciation. Denmark who was just stopping laughing at him not being able to see started laughing again. "Sorry ice. I can imagine you aren't going to be able to spell soon either so don't worry." Norway said, smirking. "It not fwair!" Iceland shouted, crying, not even trying to pronounce his words correctly to get his point made fast. "Hey ice, your getting a bit heavy, have you, well, you know?" Denmark asked, picking Iceland off him. Iceland blushed furiously as Denmark shouted for Finland to come rescue him and to get Sweden to get some scented candles. Personally, Iceland wanted to complain but he was starting to get uncomfortable in a wet diaper so stayed quiet.