Hetalia × Reader Oneshots

Spare Me! (England × Child!Reader)

•~•~•A World Meeting•~•~
~•~No One's P.O.V.~•~

England had prepared a spell for France. It was the one he used on him during April Fools day. But it was modified to make him think and act like he was as a child, and forget about the years after that.

Why was he doing this only now?

Because he tried to flirt with (Y/N), and knew about his little crush on her. Really, Francis was always close to (Y/N). After all, France is an ally of (C/N), even in the late 15th century. (Y/N) would always act so natural around him. Towards other people, himself included, she'd act more soft-spoken and shy.

When with France, she wouldn't sit still, make physical contact, and would always talk about odd things.

Just as France walked into the meeting room, Arthur cast the spell, but before it reached him, he was tackled by a streak of (H/C) and (F/C) clothes.

Now in the way of the spell, it hit her so hard, she was smacked to the other wall.

"Oh crap, (Y/N), are you alright?!"
"You just blasted her to the wall ten meters away from where she originally was, and turned her into a child, not only that, but you chose the most excrusiatingly painful spell to do so, so yeah, she's definitely alright." Muttered Wonderland, Arthur's little sister who only he, (Y/N) and Peter could see, Madeline (My OC).

France and England rushed over to her side. Then, Iggybrows realized something.

You were adorable af when you were a kid.

You had an innocent smile on your sleeping face. As a child, your (H/L) (H/C) hair was in a bob cut.

"What 'appened to (Y/N)?!" "ISN'T IT OBVIOUS, YOU BLOODY FROG?! I TURNED HER INTO A KID!"
"MON -"

THUNK!

France fell to the floor unconscious, Madeline standing over him with her giant hookah at hand.
"No need to deal with him for a while." She said as she put it back in her mouth. Usually, he'd scold her. I mean, eleven years old and smoking? But for now, he was thankful for it.

He look around. Luckily, everyone was too preoccupied creating chaos amongst one another (and/or screaming the name of their favorite foods).

He sneaked away, carrying the child (Y/N).

•~•~•Time Skip•~•~•

(Y/N) started to wake up.

The smell of smoke filled the air. The little girl got curious and followed the scent. It came from...

The living room. A young girl with pale blonde hair and a red and black dress sat on the floor, even though the couch was right behind her, a grey and purple cat on her shoulder and smoking a large hookah in her mouth. (HA! Y'all thought it was Arthur didn't cha?)

"Ah, happy unbirthday, (Y/N)!" She said as she...
(Y/N) didn't really know what she was doing. She was pouring tea into her kettle with a teacup, and drinking from it, but the kettle had a hole in the bottom, which was over another teacup. What do you even call that?

"Um... h-hello..."
"Oh, child, you mustn't just trail off like that, or you shall get lost in the Sentence Forest!" The little (Y/N) looked at her questionably, wondering if she was speaking an odd sort of dialect.

"*sigh* No, I'm only being un-unhappy! Nadine, do be a dear and explain to her the wonderlandifulness of Wonderland." (Yup, she just broke the fourth wall, that Wonderlandish titan)