Chapter 1

"Norway, I can't get the damn spell to work!"

"Try this." Norway replied, giving England a venus fly trap, "It should work."

"Thanks." England replied, dropping the plant into the black pot. It seemed to work, because it already turned orange. A nice smell emanated from the liquid. England sniffed the air and grinned, "It kinda smells like fruit punch."

"Yeah. It does smell kinda good. England, I'm going to go to the basement to get more eye of newt. I'll be back in a jiffy." Norway said, walking away. England shrugged and stood, staring at the sudden liquid. Wow, it really did smell good.

"England, can you come down here? I need help I can't find it." Norway called from the basement.

"Coming!" England howled, making his way to the basement. He stopped and thought for a moment. Should he leave the spell there unguarded? Eh, would touch it? They should know not to touch such a thing. He shrugged and continued to make his way downstairs.

He was wrong. Obviously.

A certain Danish nation slammed Norway's door open. He grinned and looked around, "Norge! I came over to help you make a butter cake!"

He waited for a reply, but there was no answer. He rose an eyebrow, "Norge?"

No other reply. Wow, Norway wasn't always this quiet. Ok maybe that's an understatement. He's usually quiet and we all know that. Denmark grew curious. "Nooooorrrggeee! You hiding?"

When no other answer, he just walked in. He sniffed the air. Something smelled good! He walked to the kitchen and found a black pot sitting on the table. "Ooh! Is that fruit punch?"

He glanced into it a grinned, "Cool!" And like the dumb person he is, he grabbed a spoon and tasted it. His eyes shined bright like a doitsu (I'M SO SORRY)

"That's so good!" He beamed, releasing a tear. He took a few more spoonful's. Suddenly he heard the front door open. He turned and saw the familiar faces of Finland, Sweden, and Iceland walk inside.

"Norway! We got your text! We came to see this.." He checked his phone, "life changing spell?"

"That sounds stupid." Sweden grumbled. Finland just shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make Norway mad, so-….Denmark what are you doing here? And what are you drinking?"

He grinned, "This fruit punch Norge made! It's amazing! Try some!"

Finland rose an eyebrow, "Are you sure that's fruit punch?"

"Yes it is. It tastes like magic." He beamed. The other two rose an eyebrow.

"Moron. You shouldn't touch what isn't yours." Sweden growled. Denmark just laughed.

"Moron? That's an understatement." Iceland growled.

"Guys, come on! It's good!"

Finland shrugged. "I'm kinda thirsty. I'll have a sip."

"If wife has one, I'll have one."

"I'm not your-!"

"If everyone's doing it, I'll have a cup."

"Get me a cup." Sweden snarled to Denmark.

"Kay!" Denmark raced to the cabinets and got them cups. When he got them back, he put fruit punch in the cups. "Here you go guys!" He handed them each the cups, and they all drank them. Denmark burped, "Ahh, I can drink this all day!"

"It is good." Finland agreed. Sweden nodded. Iceland shrugged.

"Can I have more?" Finland asked.

"Um, Yes!" Denmark laughed.

Suddenly they all heard voices coming from the hall.

"That took forever to find Norway."

"Sorry. I forgot where I put it."

The four swallowed their 'fruit punch' and their eyes widened. Sweden put down his cup and glared at Denmark: "If anything, it's your fault."

"What?!"

"Dane? Fin, Swe, Ice, is that you?"

They all turned to see Norway and England standing there with wide eyes. Denmark grinned nervously. "H-hey Norge. We were just, enjoying your fruit punch!"

"That's not fruit punch you git!" England snarled. "That's a potion!"

"What?!" Finland screeched, "What was it for?! What did you do?!" he spun around faced Denmark. Denmark backed up and gulped.

"So it was your fault. Figures." Norway sighed.

"What's gonna happen to us?" Sweden asked nervously.

"Um, not entirely sure; we were just testing it out-"

"Ah, come on, Norge! Nothings gonna happen if you don't know what it does! Here man, try some!" Denmark grabbed a cup and dashed to Norway, pouring it down his throat. Everyone gasped. Norway pushed him away and coughed, spitting some out. He stood up weakly and glared at the Dane. "Are you fucking crazy?!"

"No."

"YOU GIT! You shouldn't do tha-!"

Suddenly a bright light appeared around all the Nordics. England stepped back with a small screech. Realizing he was too close to this light, he jumped behind the couch, shielding himself. He glanced back up, seeing the Nordics being consumed by the light.

"AHHH!"

"NORWAY!"

It took a few moments before the light vanished. England's eyes widened and he gasped. The Nordics were gone. He shrieked and ran to the kitchen. "NORDICS! NORDICS?! OH NO!"

"Ow! I fell and hit my head!"

A voice sounded from below England. Fearing what might be down there, he gulped and looked down. OH MY GOD. His eyes widened and he gasped, shaking furiously. Below him were five small children, dressed in white smocks, and one wearing a small black cape and hood like he himself used to wear. England feared to ask, "N-Nordics?"

They all looked up. "Is that you, England? You're tall!" Denmark laughed. England felt himself begin to faint. He caught himself on the table. He looked down again and saw the rest of the Nordics as children. Finland was hiding behind Sweden, and Iceland was cowering behind Norway, while Denmark was just laughing in the middle.

"What did you do?" Norway growled at Denmark. "Have you notice we're children?"

"Ohh. Yeah, we look cute!" Denmark giggled. Norway gave him a strong death glare.

"Um…" England began, "what is going on here?"

"Look, we're children!" Denmark laughed.

"THIS ISN'T A GOOD THING!"

"Sure it is! What's the big deal?"

"YOU'RE NATIONS, YOU TIT! AND NOW YOU'RE CHILDREN, AND GOD KNOWS WHEN YOU'LL TURN BACK TO NORMAL! THERE'S NO WAY TO REVERSE THIS!"

"Thus all Denmark's fault!" Iceland pointed accusingly at the Dane.

"I-I didn't know!" He replied innocently. England just panted, trying to comprehend all this. He began to think aloud: "What am I going to tell everyone? What's going to happen at the next world meeting? Ah-ah….I gotta lay down." He made his way tiredly to the couch and laid himself down, sweating with fear. He closed his eyes for a moment.

What do I do? If it's irreverseable, we're cooked!

England slowly opened his eyes, and when he did, he saw two eyes standing over him.

"AHH!" He shrieked, sitting up.

"Jeez, England! Just wanted to say hi!"

"Denmark, don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry!"

England sighed. He figured he had to try and do something. "I-I just need to calm down. I-I need to go splash some water in my face. Stay here, all of you. Just watch some TV or something." England got up and walked weakly to the bathroom. He panted on the way.

The Nordic children sat on the couch as Sweden turned on the TV. Sweden glanced at Finland, "Y' scared?"

"A little." Finland nodded. Sweden held out his arm, "You can come cuddle with me."

"I-um…"

"Huh?"

"Oh…ok." Finland replied, leaning in next to him.

Denmark gagged. "Gross."

"Sweden, turn on the horror channel. I wanna watch The Twilight Zone." Iceland commanded.

"Mm. Kay." He changed the channel to the old black-and-white show. Iceland sat on the edge of his seat, taking interest of the mysterious show. "It's all irony you know?"

"Yes, we know." Norway replied.

Denmark gazed at the show, wondering what was going on. "Why is that machine talking?"

"His machines are against him." Iceland replied.

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"PAY ATTENTION AND YOU MIGHT FIND OUT." Iceland snarled. Denmark shivered. They continued to watch the show.

"What happened to England? He fall in the toilet?" Sweden asked.

"I don't know." Iceland shrugged, "probably fainted.

"Should we go check on him?" Finland asked nervously.

"I will. Come with me wife." Sweden said.

"I'm not your-oh forget it." Finland sighed. Sweden jumped down with Finland and the two made their way to the bathroom. Denmark still didn't get what was going on in this show. He didn't see why Iceland took such interest into it.

He sighed, feeling bored.

*Rumble* Denmark held his stomach, "I'm hungry."

"Go eat a poisonous snake." Norway grinned.

"Hey!" Denmark yelled. Iceland giggled lightly. Denmark pouted and jumped off the couch, "You guys want anything?"

"No." They replied. Denmark shrugged and ran into the kitchen. He looked around for food, but at his new short height, he couldn't really reach or see anything. He pouted. He looked up, spotting a bowl of candy. "Candy!"

He jumped up and down, trying to reach it. "Norge, help!"

"You hurt yourself?"

"No! I can't reach the candy!"

Sudden large footsteps echoed from the hall. Denmark squeaked with worry and dashed to the couch. England walked in with Finland and Sweden leading him to the couch. "Make room for him." Sweden shooed them away. They helped England on the couch, who was just groaning.

"What happened to him?" Norway asked, slight worry in his tone.

"We found him just splashing water in his face continuously, talking to some weird creature we couldn't see who he calls, 'flying mint bunny.'" Sweden quoted with his fingers. Iceland shook his head in response. "Weirdo."

"Not weird at all." Norway replied. "I also see such fairies, and I have Garagaradon."

"Sure, Norway, sure." Iceland mumbled. Norway just flicked him in the head, making him squeak. England finally came to and sat up. "Sorry, guys." He began, "I'm just having some trouble comprehending all this."

"It's ok!" Finland smiled. England grinned back. He was really cute as a kid. Then again when wasn't he cute?

"Ok, guys. I'm going to ask Romania if he has-"

"Oh, oh! Can we go outside for a while? Also I'm hungry and thirsty." Denmark complained.

England slapped a hand to his forehead and let out a huge sighed. "No, Denmark no."

"Please?" he pouted, giving England puppy eyes. "Come on, guys! It's a nice day outside!"

"Why would we want to hang out with you after what you just did?" Iceland snapped at him. Denmark dropped his arms low, feeling hurt.

England sighed, "Ugh. Maybe we can go for a walk; but that's it!"

"Yay!" Denmark cheered. Sweden shrugged, "I could go for a walk."

"Yeah, yeah, me too! It's nice and sunny outside!" Finland smiled.

"I'll go." Norway shrugged.

"I don't care." Iceland looked away. These kids were annoying. England sighed and opened the front door. The children walked out, Denmark running ahead of them. "Don't run ahead!" England yowled. Too late. The Danish child was already flying up the block.

"DAMN THAT KID!"

"He's annoying, isn't he?" Norway sighed.

"Yeah, I think we've noticed that over the years, Norway." Iceland replied heavily.

England panted worriedly. "After him!" he ran ahead after the Danish kid. The other kids ran after him, panting. "You run too fast, England! We're children again, remember? We have short legs!' Finland whined. England stopped. He turned and saw the children panting, Actually Iceland fell to the floor. "I'm thirsty now."

"You'll have to wait." England sighed. "Come on then, we'll speed walk."

"Ok." They said all together. They began to walk swiftly down the block, searching for Denmark.

"That insane child!" England snarled, "Why doesn't he listen?!"

"He never does." Norway snarled, "He's annoying."

Author's note!

Fail ending but whatever. I already loooovvveee this story. Denmark is so cute come on people. Anyway, I better get to the second chapter, because we all know what hell England is going to go through. Lol poor Iggy.

See you in the next chapter! :3

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