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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 10:39 pm
Roleplay name: Chibinations of the World~
Characters: Everyone
Time: Present day
Brief Summary: England is drunk!
Out of anger for other nation-tans and drunken stupidity,
he decides to put on his Britannia Angel costume and take his 'magic wand'.
In hopes to teach all of the nation-tans a lesson not to mess with Great Britain,
he attempt to cast a spell make everyone follow his command at the World Summit.
Due to him being drunk, he accidentally did something much worse;
Turn all nation-tans into little kids, and now having to deal with a bunch of children.
At first, it may appear as a disaster, but, this just might be fun...
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:03 pm
Qué?! O Quê?! Cosa?!
Four pairs of eyes blinked questionably at one another, one pair of green grinned widely, one pair of olive pouted, then crossed his tiny arms. Another pair of emeralds looked confused, then eyed the pair of hazel eyes, which were scanning it's being.
Portugal blinked repeatedly, then reached out a finger to poke Mexico's cheek, a test, perhaps. Mexico was taken aback, then tilted his head to the side as he stared at Portugal, then doing the same.
Spain looked at himself, sliding his eyes up and down as he examined his now chibified form. South Italy scowled, then blushed a deep red as he tugged on Spain's over sized white shirt.
"O-oi... what the hell happened?" Lovino mumbled. If he wasn't so tired, and surprised at his sudden need for a nap, he would have been yelling Antonio's ear off. The soft emerald eyes stared at the chestnut colored, then proceeded to glomp the pouting chibi-nation.
"Lovi! Your so cute, just like when you were little~" He cooed, rubbing Lovino and his cheeks together. Lovino fumed, just about ready to yell when Antonio mumbled something in his ear.
"Now we need that maid dress."
Lovino blushed a deep tomato red, then kneed Antonio in the stomach. Once hearing a satisfactory "OOF!", Lovino crossed his arms, pouted, and turned away from his former boss.
After several moments of awkward silence and cheek poking, Mexico came to realization, and smiled widely at Portugal, who gave the smaller nation a tiny, timid smile.
"You know Carlos, you look kind of cute." Afonso mumbled, his hands placed gently on his knees as he leaned in closer to Mexico. Carlos chuckled nervously, a tiny blush appeared across his face, then cleared his throat, leaning back as Afonso leaned in.
Afonso noticed, then leaned back to his original spot, smiling kindly at the younger nation, probably oblivious to what he was just doing. Mexico laughed nervously, then leaned back in, smiling kindly at his Portuguese friend. Still, he couldn't hid the blush that still lingered in his face...
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:18 pm
It took Elizabeta a minute to realize what had just happened. Just a moment ago another fight had broke out between some of the nations at the meeting and now everything seemed a lot bigger than it had before. As she looked around, she noticed it was because she was a lot smaller. And so was everyone else.
She looked down at herself. Not only was she smaller, but she was also wearing the same clothes that she wore back then - a long sleeved white shirt, beige pants, and a green tunic. "What's going on?" she asked no one in particular, looking around at the other nations. As an afterthought, she realized her voice had changed as well.
Canada was confused. And embarrassed. But then who wouldn't be after finding themselves a little kid again, and wearing a smock nightgown? He looked around. Kumajirou didn't seem affected by whatever had happened. Matthew frowned and clung to the cattle dog-sized bear. He seemed a lot bigger now.
Kumajirou was disappointed that he couldn't be carried anymore. He let Canada cling to him for comfort but really wished that things changed back to how they were soon.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:56 pm
France was minding his own business, taunting and fighting with a very drunk England and several other Nations, when the Brit suddenly sprouted wings and was wearing a tunic. France thought it to be rather attractive on him. Perhaps he would wear it in the future.
However, what he didn't have time to think about was what it meant when the other Nation waved some fairy tail looking magic wand at everyone. Before France realized it he was no longer able to see over the top of the table.
It was only when he looked down at his small hands and pressed them to his soft chubby, childlike cheeks that he realized exactly what had happened.
He was a child...and he looked like a little girl.
...at least he was pretty.
America was enthusiastically spouting random ideas to the entire meeting room about saving the world, when all of a sudden something just didn't feel right. The only reason he probably knew this was because the hanburger that he held in his hand was now much larger than it was a second ago, and his voice had become a lot higher than it just was too.
In fact, his voice sounded exactly like it did back when he was a colony. He blinked, looking around the room, seeing what everyone had become, before looking back down at himself, seeing the old nightgown he used to wear.
He frowned, slightly put off by his newfound shortness and the fact that now no one would take him serioudly if he really was a child, before looking back down, remembering his hamburger was now much bigger than it used to be, and happily began eating.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:13 am
With his arm wrapped around Kumajirou's neck, Matthew made his way over to where France was. He was shocked, and comfort from Kumajirou didn't seem quite enough. "We won't be like this for long, right, Papa?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:29 am
France looked up when he noticed someone walking up to him. His eyes widened at the voice and more so when he saw who it was. His little boy was a little boy again! And he was so cute! France hugged him close as soon as he got close enough. If only he weren't also a child. Sometimes he really missed being a Papa.
"I do not know, Matthieu, but I'm sure Angleterre has a very good explanation for this." He answered, looking up into the other child's eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:44 am
Canada let go of Kumajirou and hugged him back. It wasn't quite as comforting as it would have been if France were an adult. His lip started trembling, and he wondered why he had the sudden urge to cry. "I don't like this. I want to be an adult again."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:48 am
France rubbed Canada's back comfortingly, whispering soothingly into the other boy's ear. Even so, Canada's crying was making him want to cry? Why was that? "It's okay. Don't cry. Everything will be fine. We'll be back to normal soon."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:56 am
China sat in his chair, his forehead at the exact height as the table. Tilting his head to the side in confusion, he blinked in surprise.
..Aru?" He mumbled, then looked at the giant Shinatty-Chan that he was still holding in his arms, his small, stubby arms.
Coming to realization of their current situation, judging my England's sudden stupidity moments ago, the Chinese man (or in this case, boy) turned a deep red in anger. He attempted to stand up on the chair, falling repeatedly as his legs could not support him as he wanted.
GRRR, IGIRISU!" He screamed in Japan's language, feeling the idiot had no right to be called in his language.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 1:20 am
Matthew merely nodded, biting his lip to keep from crying. He didn't want to cry. There wasn't a reason to cry. Sure, everyone were children now, but he shouldn't cry over that. Surely they could work this out as civilized adults and make England turn them back, right?
Canada looked up at England. He was so big now. And drunk. It was intimidating, and he doubted England would listen to any of them. They were only children after all, he had no reason to listen. And being as drunk as he probably didn't have the mental capacity at the moment to think rationally about their complaints. With that thought, Matthew sniffled. It was no use. They wouldn't get turned back. At least not until England was sober again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:05 am
France continued petting Canada, hoping he had helped to alleviate his distress at least a little. He leaned in, kissing the other boy on the cheek. "Are you okay?" He asked, tilting Matthew's chin up so he could look at his face.
France didn't know why, but this entire ordeal was making him very emotional. He could completely understand the feeling Canada felt, wanting to cry, but didn't see the reasoning behind it. He hoped they weren't actually turning into babies.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:24 am
Matthew nodded. "I think so." He put on a determined expression. He would not allow himself to cry. He would not cry. They would get through this. It wouldn't last forever. There was no reason to cry.
Elizabeta didn't feel like crying. No, she felt like hurting someone. Mainly England. She heard China's shout and noticed he was having difficulty. She ran over to him, a little unsteady on her feet, but she was adapting to the change in balance. She held out her hands, offering to help him down. "Come on, Yao, let's get him. We'll make him change us back!"
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:34 am
France smiled brightly, patting Matthew on the head. "Tres bien. Do not think of this as a bad thing. It could be fun." He decided to look at this in a more optimistic light. Afterall, he had known England for hundreds of years.
The man was foolishly obsessed with his little magic tricks. France didn't know if this was one that the brit could fix, or if they'd all have to wait for it to wear off on its own. He wouldn't tell Matthew that though. The Canadian was worried enough as it was.
Meanwhile, not far from where France and Canada stood, Alfred had finished his oversized hamburger, plopping down on his bum full and content. He yawned, looking around the room again. Eating made him tired today.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 2:47 am
"Fun?" He glanced around at the other small nations and his gaze rested on Alfred. His brother certainly didn't seem worried about this, but then that wasn't too surprising. Turning his head, he looked at Kumajirou, laying down next to him and France. He had the sudden urge to climb on Kumajirou's back and have the bear give him rides around the room. Matthew didn't think it would be a good idea to try it, though. He doubted the bear would take kindly to that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:16 am
America looked up, catching his brother's eye as he took notice of him. Matthew was tiny too. It reminded him of when they first met. They really did look almost exactly the same.
He stodd up, hobbling over to Canada on too small legs, and threw his arms around his brother's neck, snuggling into his side with another yawn.
"Mattie, I'm tired." He said quietly, putting his weight on the other and practically hanging off of him.
France watched Matthew begin to calm down, looking around the room; at America, and at his bear. It made him happy. He didn't like seeing his little boy cry, and him being the same age as that little boy at the moment made no difference.
He giggled, his hands over his mouth as Alfred came over and draped himself over the Canadian. It was just like the good old days.
It seemed that unlike them, America was completely at home and comfortable with succumbing to his baby urges.
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