Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever. So exciting~! Anyways, here's a few things about this fanfic. (1) Uncertain about pairings, however, if I do decide to add some it will NOT be FrUK or USUK (sorry to those who ship them, those pairings are just NOT my cup of tea), and (2) I don't own Hetalia...obviously. Anyways, enjoy the first chapter and review~!

There was a chill in the air as a figure made its way around a room, a basement to be precise. This figure was none other than the representation of England, or Arthur Kirkland for undercover reasons. He made his way to the pentagram that was drawn perfectly in white chalk on the floor and stopped in front of it. England took a deep breath and raised his hand over the circle which then began to glow.

"This will show those bastards to make fun of me…" he growled, the memory of what had happened earlier that day replaying in his head.

He had been minding his own business and giving his presentation during the meeting when France, that fucking frog, began to talk down to him. Now, it would have been fine if it had just been France teasing him and making stupid, yet hurtful, comments since that was just how he and France worked and England was used to it. However, the others had decided to join in and commented on every little thing that was apparently 'wrong' with him. First, it started out with France who was once again calling him the 'Black Sheep' of Europe. Then, America joined in by making fun of his eyebrows and calling him 'crabby' and a 'grumpy old man'. Of course, one cannot forget the fact he had those damn bushy eyebrows. The brit, after being the victim of such ridicule, decided that the meeting just wasn't worth his time if all the others were just going to tease him. So, he promptly gathered his things and calmly exited the meeting room as the others laughed behind his back. England began to scowl and his eyes narrowed.

'Oh, and let's not forget that my cooking is terrible' he thought to himself, his inner voice filled with venom and sarcasm as he remembered how some of the others insulted his cooking too. England gritted his teeth and tears of frustration were gathering up in his eyes. Now, he was hoping to curse those who had thought it had been funny to bully him in such a way!

England closed his eyes and began to concentrate as hard as he could. He felt the warm sensation of his magic course throughout his body until it was mostly centered at the palm of his outstretched hand above the circle. The glowing began to grow brighter as the English nation began to chant the incantation for the curse. Just as he was about to finish the spell, the door to the basement slammed open, startling England into stumbling over his words.

"Yo! Iggy! The guys and I want to…WHOA!" America exclaimed, his declaration being cut off by a blinding light. The American covered his eyes and stepped back a few feet, causing him to slam back against a cupboard, which then caused a couple of shelves to rattle. Random jars of ingredients and vials of potions were falling down everywhere around England.

"America, you idiot" he shouted through his coughing. He tried not to inhale any of the fumes the potions had created after they fell down. However, he was unlucky when one vial managed to fall on top of him. England gasped as he felt the ground tilt and disappear from under his feet.

"America! Get out of here! NOW!" he shouted, becoming scared for his former colony. He saw America trying to walk towards him and England growled at his stupidity.

"Goddammit, just GO! I'll be fine" he exclaimed, waving America away. America growled, obviously frustrated that he couldn't help England. He did as he was told, for once, and quickly left the basement. He coughed and his vision began to fade. America stumbled into the hallway and collapsed onto his knees. The American took a deep breath before passing out.

"…merica…"

America twitched slightly at the sound of his name being called. Who was that anyways? Didn't they know the Hero needed his sleep?

"….AMERICA!" the voice shouted loudly into his ear and the American sat up suddenly, banging his head on something hard along the way. "DUUUDE! What the FUCK!?" he exclaimed, pressing both of his hands against his forehead. There was groan and America looked around, squinting his eyes.

"Wha?" he asked, looking around. France was on the ground, groaning and pressing his hands onto his forehead. "Oh hey, France! So it was you who I smashed into! What the fuck, bro!?" he asked, sounding offended. France groaned and sat up. There was a cough and America looked to see Germany. The American blinked and then noticed the others were there too, along with England's brothers.

"Huh!? Why are you guys here!?" he said, pointing at the brothers accusingly.

Scotland sighed and shook his head. "Brat, what do ye remember?" he asked, ignoring the other nation's question. America blinked and tilted his head, his eyes squinting as he tried to recall the memories he had.

"Let's see…we teased England at the meeting…he left…the meeting went on until Germany here suggested we apologize since he thought we went too far…uhm….I came over first, I think…" he said, scratching the back of his head. "Iggy wouldn't open the door when I knocked so I invited myself in, of course! I called out to him, but he didn't answer so I thought 'Oh! Dude's probably in the basement doing his magic shit!' so, like, I went down to the basement…," America gave a pause and closed his eyes before gasping, "And then shit went down, bro!" he exclaimed, becoming energetic. "A circle was glowing on the floor and it became very bright and then I went back, right?! And then I must have hit something because shit began falling off of the shelves around us and one hit England and then…and then, there was so much different colored smoke!" he exclaimed. "Iggy told me to leave when I tried to go save him…." He continued. "I was going to call for help, but I must have passed out from the fumes…." He groaned. "Duuuuude! LAME! I fucking fainted! A hero never faints!" he exclaimed, laying back down.

A sigh was heard from Scotland. "We have bigger problems than that…England's gone!" Scotland exclaimed with a growl.

"WHAT!?" America yelled out in shock.

"Aye, he's gone, laddie. That spell he was doing must have transported him somewhere…" Scotland said with a shake of his head.

"Scotland! Scot!" a voice shouted, the sound of running footsteps nearing the room. The door slammed open and Ireland stepped in, breathing heavily. "Scot, I checked the potions like ye asked! There's one missing!" he said, giving Scotland a piece of paper. Scotland looked at the paper and frowned, his eyebrows scrunching up together in frustration. "Well…fuck" he sighed, slumping slightly with a shake of his head.

"What is it?" asked Germany, worried about Scotland's reaction.

"The potion that's missing is…it's a youth potion…" he mumbled. There was a long moment of silence.

"…Ve? What does…that mean?" Italy asked, grasping onto Germany's sleeve.

Ireland scowled and crossed his arms. "It means that not only is England gone, but wherever he is, he's been turned into a child….so there are a few possibilities for this scenario…" Ireland began to explain to the others.

"Aye….Either England knows who he is and is lost in another location…or he reverted back to his child self completely and doesn't remember anything…and is lost in another location. We need to check the spell book to see which spell he was trying to do. Usually, when England messes up, he ends up saying another spell entirely…in that case, it's possible…that he may have ended up in another world or universe altogether" Scotland explained.

America frowned and looked down sadly. "Aw man…this is my entire fault…" he whispered, his fists tightening around the sheets in anger and guilt.

Scotland gave him a cold look. "Aye…it is your fault…but instead of beating you to a fucking pulp, we need to focus on looking for England right now…" he growled at him.

"I agree with Scotland-san. If England-san has been reverted to a child and transported to another world or location, then he is in danger of being killed or worse…" Japan stated, frowning and becoming worried for his friend.

Just then, Ireland gave a snort. "I'm surprised you lot even care if he's missing or not" he said, coldly. The others looked at Ireland, surprised.

"Dude, where did that come from!?" America asked, beginning to look offended and angry.

"I'm just saying, you lot ridicule him enough that one would think you hate him" Ireland said, glaring at them. "Be honest, are you worried about England as the nation…or England as Arthur Kirkland, as a human being?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking at them with a frown. There was a pregnant pause.

"…I don't think you have a right to say any of this to us, you bastard" America growled.

"Oui, I agree with America! Wasn't it you who bullied mon petit lapin when he was just a child? I remember the stories England told me when he was little. You were all so horrible!" France accused with a growl.

Scotland gave a derisive snort. "This coming from the one who ridicules Arthur the most?" he asked, his voice dripping with venom. France flinched.

The door opened and Wales walked in. He looked unhappy and was scowling as he looked down at the floor. "I realize that we were terrible to Arthur in the past…but that was back then and things were different…what we did to Arthur was to make sure he would become stronger and not trust people too easily like he used to…Arthur was very different as a baby…" he said, closing his eyes.

"Aye, he was way too trusting…" Scotland said with a nod.

"England was…trusting? Seriously?" America asked in disbelief.

England's brothers nodded their heads to answer America's question. "He was too trusting…and we had to crush the belief that everyone was good, otherwise, Arthur wouldn't have survived this long" he said, crossing his arms.

"Bastard! Do you realize what you've done? I couldn't even call him 'big brother' because of you!" America accused.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Ireland asked, his head tilting in confusion. Scotland and Wales were just as confused as their brother.

America sighed and shook his head. "How could you not see what you did?" he asked, glaring at them. The other nations by this point were just standing there awkwardly and watching the scene unfold before them. "Artie must have been so traumatized! I tried asking if I could call him 'big brother' and he immediately said not to and to just call him Arthur! You guys fucked him up so much that he's scared of being a big brother himself!" he shouted at them. The three brothers were shocked. They knew they were bad, but they hadn't really considered the damage they might have done to Arthur.

There was a long pause of silence before Germany finally crossed his arms and coughed to get their attention. "Well…as much as this is very enlightening for everybody. We should really start trying to find England and bringing him back now. We can deal with his de-aging problem later" he said with authority. The others nodded in agreement.

"Since you guys are useless when it comes to magic, we'll take the lead of finding Arthur in case he did get transported into another world. You guys can go home and see if you can find England in your lands just in case…and if he doesn't end up being anywhere here, then you guys can stay home until we call you when we find something out" Wales said. The other nations looked around at each other before shrugging and nodding. They could all agree that they didn't know much about magic, or even believe in it enough to help the brothers anyways. The three brothers left the room to go back down to the basement while the others stood around awkwardly and looked around at each other.

"Hmmm~ Aha~ Looks like England made a mess of things, da~?" Russia said, his smile widening a bit. America glared at Russia.

"Shut the fuck up, commie…" he growled.

"…Kol Kol Kol~"

Germany coughed and interrupted their staring match. He glared at both of them and shook his head. "That is enough…let's all just go home and search for England…" he grumbled before grabbing Italy's arm and gestured at the door with his head as he looked at Japan. Japan nodded and followed his two comrades out the door. The others stayed a bit longer before leaving, one by one, until it was just America, France, and Canada left.

America gasped, startled to see his twin. "Yo, Canadia! How long have you been here!" he exclaimed.

Canada frowned. "I've been here the whole time, America…" he said softly, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Whoa! Dude! Really!? You gotta speak up, man!" America exclaimed with a laugh.

Canada frowned at him. "How can you be so calm when Arthur is missing? He could be dead!" Canada exclaimed.

America blinked before looking down. "Yeah….I know…." He whispered, his eyes dulling slightly. "It's all my fault…" he whispered, slumping forwards and his eyes closing in shame.

Canada looked at his brother and then he sighed. He put his hand on the American's shoulder and gave a soft smile. "Let's just go home and see if we can find him…I'm sure Arthur is okay, wherever he is…he's strong after all" he said trying to sound confident. Despite the circumstances, Canada knew his former caretaker, his mother in a way, was strong and wouldn't back down from a fight even if he was in dire peril.

America blinked before nodding. "Yeah! You're right, bro! I just hope his youth isn't a problem though! He was already short, haha! Imagine an even shorter England trying to fight" he exclaimed, laughing.

"I wouldn't be laughing, mon cher. Mon lapin was very fiery and stubborn when I met him as a child…I'm sure he'll be fine" France said with a small smile. A memory of a small British boy fighting with him over an apple played in his head and France's smile grew. 'At least, I hope so…' he thought to himself with a slight furrow of his brows.

England groaned as he began to wake up from his slumber. After waking up, he stared at the tree that he was facing for a moment before sitting up slowly to look at his surroundings. It looked as if he had ended up in a forest somehow and the trees were either really huge or he had shrunk…wait a minute.

England quickly stood up and looked down at himself and paled. "Oh…oh no…" he gasped. He was smaller alright, and was wearing his old clothes from when he was in his child days. A white gown with a green cape held together by a red ribbon was currently his attire, along with a pair of brown boots. The British boy sighed and slumped. "This is just great…" he mumbled in misery. '…At least my memories are still intact' England thought to himself as he looked around the forest he was in.

The forest looked like any other forest except it seemed to have a bit of a reddish hue among the trees. England tilted his head and looked up and his eyes widened. "O-oh…" he gasped. Now, he knew why the lighting was weird.

"…The sky is fucking purple…" he whispered. It wasn't just a hint of purple, but rather it was a rich purple. An unnatural color for the sky he knew by heart to be blue back at home. At that moment, England came to the realization that he had ended up in another world altogether.

"…Oh…fucking hell…."