The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 12- Spells (need I say more?)

POV- Canada

It was a normal morning, the day after we'd gone to the beach. The Italians came and told me they were probably going to stay a few more days, since Venice liked it so much. I sighed, sipping my coffee. After this, everything would be back to normal- my provinces arguing, coming to me for help, asking for money, etc...ahh, everyday life.

I suddenly heard a crash from the living room. I shot up, almost spilling the hot drink I was holding. “You frog, you messed up my tea!” “Oi, I was just experimenting!” I turned the corner to see England and France at each other's throats, apparently because of England's tea. England noticed me, and backed away. “He decided that pouring wine into tea would taste good, especially while I wasn't looking!”

Long story short, I gave a disappointed look to France (who just shrugged) and made England more tea. Simple as that...although, looking back at that...I shouldn't have left it at that.

***

Later on in the morning, trampling down the stairs were the horde of Italians. Venice and Italy both had their signature smiles on, while Romano was scowling at nothing. 'Huh,' I thought. 'he reminds me of Quebec.' Speaking of my provinces, they all went back to their homes after yesterday's fun was over.

“Ciao!” Said Venice, coming up and kissing me on both cheeks. It had become a morning routine of her's to come around and greet everyone like that, and nobody except Romano really minded. Speaking of which... “Hey Pancake-Eater! Expect company in the afternoon.” I nodded, confused. “O-okay...”

“Well, Italy's glomping Germany, Venice is bugging Germany, France is spying on Venice, Romano's sulking...everything seems fine!” I said to myself, slouching back onto the couch. 'Of course, I don't see England anywhere...oh well.'

I guess I should've known what would happen next.

POV- England

“ Everything's perfect.” I said, smiling wickedly. I tightened the collar of the black cloak around my shoulders, and flipped the ancient book to the correct page. “Hehehe, this'll make France regret ever messing with me!” I stepped near the circle, feeling it pulsing against my feet. This, my friends, is what black magic is.

I narrowed my eyes, smirking slightly, and started the magical chant.

-One spell later-

I closed my eyes as a bright flare of light interrupted my vision. I suddenly felt weak, and I stumbled to the floor.

Once I opened my eyes again and got up, I was very confused. “W-why does everything look so much bigger now?” I then gasped at my high-pitched voice. I quickly ran to a mirror, shaking. “No no no no no no, this cannot be!” I hopefully looked up.

So, sufficed to say I was very discouraged to see myself as- what do the call it?- a chibi.

***

I walked up the stairs (quite difficult when you're about a foot tall) to see how affecting the spell that had gone quite wrong was. The first thing I heard was the yelling. “What the heck?!” A high-pitched, yet heavily accented voice called out. Others followed after, too many voices to single out.

When I finally reached the top step, I saw what they were yelling about. They too were small, and very confused. They also wore different clothes. Germany wore a black outfit, with a large hat. Italy...was wearing a maid dress?...okay, then there was Venice, who wore a light violet dress that went down to her feet, and had a big red ribbon on her head. Romano wore commoner clothes, from way-back-when, and Canada wore a white dress with a red bow, this time around his neck.

Then, there was France. I didn't spot him before, but he was wearing a blue dress, with his hair tied back with a leather strap. I observed them from the sidelines, hoping not to be noticed. Then, I realized something. They were all acting as though they were kids, with the exception of the poor Canadian, who looked like a lost puppy. N-not that he looks like a lost pup all the time, he just seemed the same.

“Well,” I said quietly. “I may need some help with this.” I thought for a while, pondering over who I could call. “I don't want to bother anyone...America isn't sufficiently capable of managing children...” Then, I got an idea. It was crazy. It was stupid. I very much regretted the idea and thought it could possibly kill me, but I was desperate.

I called Ontario.

POV- Ontario

“Well, I was ju-hm?” I was cut off by the phone ringing. I picked up, signaling for Toronto to wait to continue the conversation later. “Yola, who's there?” “It's me.” A high voice came from the receiver. “U-uh, who?” “England!” I gasped. “IMPOSTER!” I yelled, pointing at the phone. Toronto jumped, giving me a stare. I just motioned to the phone as I heard a small sigh. “It IS me, you twit.” “Prove it.”

“If I were an imposter, how would I know that you've married and divorced frog jr. several times?” “LE GASP! It is you, England! And you sound weird, there has to be something wrong! You never call me! I'll be over soon.” “Thank you, Ont-” I hung up and quickly explained where I was going to Toronto, and left.

Wellllllll, I reaaaaaaally wasn't expecting what happened next, especially pulling into the driveway to see...him.