Chibirisu- USUK Ch 1

America was purely dumbfounded as he stared down at what looks to be a 5-year-old blonde boy.

"...England?"

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America stood outside England's door. He thought it would be a wonderful idea to surprise England by coming over from New York. 'He wouldn't mind if I just let myself in.' he thought impatiently. Opening the old, squeaky door, he just waltzed in. He walked over to the living room and saw no sigh of England, so he moved upstairs to his bedroom. He wasn't there either. America finally tried his Study. He pressed his ear to the door and could hear England muttering something to himself in a foreign language. America snickered to himself and threw open the door.

"England! Talking to yourself!? Wooooooow, buddy!"

"Wha-" he spun around to look at the annoying American at the door, realizing too late that he dropped the colourful bottles he was holding. "SHIT!"

All America saw was a large cloud of smoke, England enveloped somewhere inside. When the smoke finally cleared America's blue eyes met the familiar green ones...

... except the body they belonged to couldn't be England! It was impossible...

"A-America!?" England shouted loudly. It wasn't just his body, from the looks of it he was mentally younger also. It was easy to tell with the way he stared at his hands and down the rest of his body, then began to slowly panic. "America..." The larger Nations head snapped out of his thoughts at the sight of the smaller blonde's eyes tearing up.

America was totally lost. Once he saw that England was actually crying (not just pulling a stupid joke), he had to do something.  "Ah, no. Um... don't cry- Gah! England! It's okay! I'll fix you up!" The small head looked up at him, green eyes wide and still leaking tears. America smiled. He reached out for the little England and began wiping the tears off his cheeks. "See? Now let's call Frenchy and see what he has to say."

England just shook his head stubbornly. "No. I don wanna see that Frog!" America wasn't sure if he was just childish from the change, or he honestly thought he was a child. All the American could do was sigh. "Well, he'll just bug me about it." Thank god he gets along with children.

"We're just gonna call him," he said crouching down to the child's level. "if you don't want me to talk I'll give the phone to you, okay?" Honestly, after (secretly) dating each other after a good six months, America should know that England hasn't been to fond of the Frog since day one.

"Fine, but don't you tell him I c-crie-"

He ruffled the smaller Nations hair. "Wouldn't plan on it, England." he started walking down the hall towards the phone in the Living room, looking back to see that England was having trouble catching up to his long strides. 'Soo cute!~' America had to think to himself. He unconsciously slowed down to allow England to catch up. When he got to the phone they just kinda stopped and stared at it like it had the answers to life.

"So, I'm gonna dial? And talk first?" England just nodded repetitively. America dialled the familiar number.

A couple rings later a smooth voice answered on the other end. "Bonjour, L'Angleterre!"

"It's me, not England."

"Oh! America! Nice to hear from you but... why are you on L'Angleterre's phone?"

"Well... um... were kinda in a bind over here..." he was distracted by England making hand gestures, probably wanting America to give the phone to him.

"L'Angleterre's not pregnant is he!?!" 'Dumb Frog!'

"NO! Ugh! Here..." he wanted to slam the phone into the wall, but England wouldn't be to happy... and right now, America wants England happy. He just passes the phone over. It was a little to big for England to use one handed, so he just went with using two hand and attempting not to drop it.

"France?" England asked, truthfully he knew France was the only one who could get him and America through this in one piece, he pretty much raised him once, he could at least help again.

A simple word was muttered on the other end and even England knew what it meant. "Baiser..." He paused. "Are you really, I mean, you know...?" the Frog tried to put together a real sentence but this was just to crazy.

"Yeah, I'm as young as when you found me, well around there..." the young voice trailed off.

"L'Angleterre... I'll come over to you both now! I'm going to call Canada also." he rushed through his sentence and before England could protest the Frog hung up.

"Ugh, he's coming over. And calling Canada." England actually pouted. America finally took a good look at him. He was a lot smaller, his face was rounder, and he had even messier hair and the only thing he had on was the short sleeved white button up shirt, and that looked like a dress on him.

"Well, we gotta grab you some clothes. My t-shirts would be too big so I'll grab one of yours." America ran up the stairs and to England's room. He found an old black t-shirt in the closet then returned back to England. For some reason he was still holding the phone with both hands. "What are you doing?"

An instant blush hit England's face. "Well... I- um, the phone... can't reach..." he finished with a small frown. It was amazing to America how England could have been cuter than he usually was.

America chuckled. "I got it." America took the phone from a blushing England and put it on it's receiver. After England threw on his new clothes, they both went back to the living room and decided to watch T.V. America quickly noticed how England would just sit there staring out the window instead of the Television. When America's stomach growled he finally noticed the clock. It read 7:48, long past time for supper.

"America, I'm kind of hungry." England was staring at his little hands.

"Well," America ran through a mental list of the food he can make. "it's too late for any real supper. So how about sandwiches?" The smaller just nodded his head and followed America to the kitchen. "How's peanut-butter and jelly sound?"

England was sitting at the kitchen table playing with the tablecloth. "Don't think I ever had it..."

America just stood there for a moment, how could someone as old as England never eat the most loved sandwich in the world!? "You can't say that for long!" After a long time of digging through multiple cupboards he finally found the jelly. The peanut-butter was just simply in the fridge.

"Um, can I help?" The American's head shot down to where the small voice came from. The smaller nation could barley see over the counter.

He smiled warmly. "Of course, here." He reached down and grabbed England from under his arms to lift him up to the counter and sat him on top of it. America wasn't surprised too learn that England weighed little to nothing.

England blushed madly, but didn't protest. In a peaceful silence they finished making the snack and just ate it where they were. Normally, not eating at the dinner table would piss England off, but he seemed totally fine just sitting there taking small bites out of his sandwich. "This is actually really good!" England shouted after he finished. It almost put America into cardiac arrest, he was totally content with the silence. "I really didn't expect it!" he just smiled at America. It was a cute, pure smile America had never seen before. Seeing it now actually made the American happy.

"That's good." He said ruffling England's hair. The cute way that England leaned into America's large hand made it seem as if he truly liked how it felt. "Do you like me ruffling your hair or something?"

"Uh-huh, your big hands are warm!" England said pressing his palm into America's, it wasn't even half the size of his.

"Oh, really?" America was finding some enjoyment in hearing the child England say such things.

"Yupp! And your a good cuddlier! Your just so big and warm!" It was then America realized that it wasn't just the England before him now, but the real England felt the same way. It actually somehow made him even happier.

The American was truly enjoying the experience of this all. The rest of the night went as it normally would any other day. Well, till England fell asleep watching TV. with America. He felt something leaning on him and looked down to see England fast asleep. While chuckling to himself quietly, he picked the little one up and carried him to his unusually large bed. He gently laid the small England onto his bed, pulled the blankets over him and left the room. Unsure about when France and Canada would be over, the best time would be tomorrow, he quickly went to the guest room and fell asleep himself.

England woke several hours later. He was horribly confused about where he was until his eyes finally adjusted to the absence of light. He felt around his bed for any signs of America but found none. England instantly knew where he would be, there were three spare rooms but only one America would stay in. It was always the one with the perfect view of Big Ben, he only seemed to like the view at night though. The one time England asked what America thought of it he got:

"Haha! What's so special about it? It's just an old clock!" That was replied with a kick to the knee.

England made his way across the hall from his own room and slowly opened the door. Just like he thought, America was quietly snoring away on the bed. England finally realized why he woke up. When he last had this body he was surrounded by his magical friends and never spent a night alone, even with France gone. Once he grew older he didn't see them as often and just never really noticed the small change. The strong urge to climb onto the bed won him over and he made his way across the room. He had to hop onto the bed but America never even noticed. He proceeded to sneak under America's arm and use the other as a pillow seeing as how America was sleeping on his side. England wasn't sure if America knew it was him or that he just felt the heat, but America pulled the other nation into his chest and was holding him gently. This only proved that America, even unconscious, was literally the worlds best cuddlier.

America was shocked awake when 'You can't take me' was playing right next to his head. With an unhappy sigh he reached towards his phone and flipped it open, all without moving from his warm spot.

"'ello." he said, voice still thick with sleep.

"Hey, America. It's me, Canada." The Canadian's voice was, of course, wide awake and a slight bit happy.

"What'ca need, Canada?"

"Well, I just landed, and France will be here in an hour, so could you come get us?" Canada questioned on the other end.  

"Sure, I'll be right there. See ya soon." He flipped his phone closed again. He tried to move but was stopped when he felt weight on his resting arm. He looked down to see a sleeping England, looking totally content, curled right up next to him. "You are too cute for your own good." Before he broke his arm free he placed a kiss on the sleeping nations head. After that he decided he didn't want to keep France and Whats-his-face waiting.