Of Backfiring Spells and Romanic Complications [USUK]

The Backfire

Where was he? Arthur looked around. He was completely surrounded by a void of black. Maybe he was in some type of fairy hold? He had gotten stuck in several in the past...unpleasant experiences, he might add.

"England." A voice echoed throughout the area, ringing in Arthur's ears.

"W-Who's there..?" Arthur whipped around, eyes narrowed. Only nations could know of the other nations...unless they weren't human.

"England. You have committed a grave error in your spell casting." The voice continued, seeming to take no notice of England's challenge.

"What..?" England wavered. Had he upset the Fairy Courts? No...He couldn't have. "I'm telling you, show yourself!"

"And it is for this, that the magic's effects will be returned to you." The voice intoned.

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"...nd....nland...England!" Arthur was brutally shaken into conscious by a bitch slap.

"Urrrgh..." Arthur blinked blearily, as Romania's face came into view. "Whazzit...?" He mumbled, slurring his words. He felt as if his body was lead.

"Ah! Thank Dumnezeu." Romania's face snapped into focus, as Arthur sat up, rubbing the back of his head gingerly.

"What....happened?" Arthur asked, looking around with growing dread. That's right. All his magic supplies- ruined! He could only imagine how he could even start to replace them...Some were at least a century old!

"Well, you kinda let a spell go loose." Romania shrugged.

"...That's because I was distracted." Arthur glared at him, wincing as he found a rather large bump on the back of his head. "Because a certain someone walked in on me." He stated pointedly, before continuing. "But...I thought I was in a fairy hold...?"

"Well, sorry." Romania shrugged, not looking sorry at all, holding up an ancient looking book. "I wanted to return this to you. Found it in one of my libraries. But Fairy hold? I'm not sure about that. All I saw was a blinding flash and then you were on the floor...like that." He gestured vaguely to Arthur, with a shrug.

"...Like what?" Arthur paled, suddenly warily. That's right...someone, or something had told him that the magic would be rebounded on him...!

"It's...kinda hard to explain..." Romania trailed off, rubbing his chin. "But a mirror would certainly be best at this point."

Arthur slowly brought a shaking hand up to his face with growing dread. The hand he brought up was smaller and pudgier than he remembered it. "I didn't..." He started, mouth dry.

"Afraid you did, England." Romania shrugged, pulling a mirror out from a pocket and handing it to the Arthur, who took it slowly.

The reflection that stared up at him with emerald eyes was the roundish face of a child, framed by long sandy-blond locks. A face that clearly wasn't his.

"You turned into a kid.