Alfred's PoV: I stayed on the couch that Iggy told me too stay on. I've been sick for a while so he let stay here. I shivered as the cold air poured from the window. Honestly who keeps a window up when it's freezing outside? I shakily stood, wrapped in the Union Jack blanket that Iggy offered, and walked to the window. I gently shut the it. I then heard a faint, "Bloody hell!" from the basement. That's Iggy. I hope he's ok. I shuffled downstairs and slowly opened the door.

A few minutes ago in Arthur's PoV: I was in the basement, starting to do magic. I want to get revenge on France. I hate that bloody frog. I started to chant quietly.

Faites-lui petite.
Faites-lui faible.
Donnez-lui ce qu'il paie pour, et la vengeance que je cherche. [1]

I felt the cold air disappear and a flash in the room blinded me. When the light disappeared, I was left with a tingling feeling. I felt smaller. "Bloody hell!" I cried out, my voice high-pitched. The spell worked, but in the wrong way. I frantically skimmed the magic book for a cure. The door suddenly creeped open. I gripped the book with my small hands as Alfred's eyes skimmed the room.

"Iggy?" Alfred called out. I felt my face heat up.

"Don't call me that you git!" I screamed at him. He looked at me in shock.

"E-England?" he asked, surprise laced in his voice.

"Yes it's me you bloody idiot!" I yelled at him as he picked me up.

"You're so small!" he squealed. My face heated up, but not of anger. I was blushing. Alfred squeezed my smaller form tightly and ran upstairs. I laid my head on his shoulder, which was still covered with my blanket. I felt rather fatigue. I felt my eyes closed as I fell into the dream world.
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[1] A random spell I made in French.
Make him small
Make him weak
Give him what he pays for, and the revenge I seek.