Tiny Problems -P2-(Child!England x Child!Reader)

Meanwhile as the two of you squabbled, Kumajirou’s sensitive ears picked up the noise in the far part of the house. The little polar bear perked it’s head just as Matty was about to finish setting up the chess for another game. “What’s wrong Kumajirou?” Matthew asked raising a brow of concern for his furry friend.

“I hear children…” the bear said as he promptly left the table and began walking an all fours towards the door and then down the hall. Poor Matthew looked so confused but simply shrugged and followed his pet. The two of them kept a steady pace with Kumajirou leading the way all the way towards the back end of the house where Alfred usually stored stuff and the offices were held so that he and Matty could work.

As they grew closer, Matthew could also hear the voices and they both sounded strangely familiar. Kumajirou finally stopped in front of an old door. Mathew could have sworn he never saw the door before in his life but behind it he could hear the voice clearly. Due to the fact Arthur was now a child his magic skills were a bit weaker and thus the spell he cast to hide his little magic room from his family was dissolved.

The Canadian let out a sigh as he mustered up some courage. This was all very strange but nonetheless he twisted the knob and opened the door only to find a small barely clothed _______ smothering an equally small Arthur with an open book. All the while, you screamed, “Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!”

Panicking Matty dashed in and picked you up off Arthur before picking up the poor confused little Brit up in his other arm. “W-What happened here?” He asked nervously as there was no real logical way to explain what was going on.

“Arthur turned me into a kid cuz I said fairies weren’t realz!” You said angrily pointing towards the child opposite to you. This only caused Matthew to look over to Arthur as if trying to let him tell his side of the story.

“I didn’t mean to!” Arthur retorted quickly putting his hands up as if trying to push the blame away before adding on, “…something messed up, I wuz trying to make shure ___ could see magic stuff like I can…” As he finished his short explanation Arthur’s eyes shifted to the ground as a pout formed on his face. Matthew merely sighed as he carried the two of you out the room.

“Well, I think e-even if we find a way to fix this it’s going to take more then a f-eew minutes of looking..” Matty spoke as he carried the two of you through the house. Even though you and Arthur would hate to admit it both of you suspected Matthew was right on this as both of you seemed to look a bit defeated. “..but I can at least grab some old clothes that will fit you a bit better in the meantime,” Matthew said finishing his sentence as he navigated through the house with Kumajirou by his side.

“You keptz ur baby clothings?” You asked looking up at Matthew with a hint of curiosity. Seeing as how cute the two of you were now, Matthew blushed a bit as he glanced down at you before giving a soft nod. In reality, he just wanted to cuddle and nurture the two of you to death but Matty had the ability of self-restraint and was easily one of the more mature nations. Maybe level headed was a better word.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to reach your destination, Matthew’s room. Matty placed the two of you on his bed saying, “Now you two don’t fight I have to go to the storage room and find our old trunk okay?  If you are good I will give you a treat!” Matthew then presented a warm and calm smile before wandering out of the room hoping that you two would behave. Kumajirou on the other hand stayed in the room with you as if he was watching the two of you while his owner was out of the room.

As soon as Matty left, you looked over to Arthur giving him a poke, “Hey Arthur?”

“Hmm?” He said looking over to you with a questioning look about his face. You merely started to grin like a fool before giggling which only confused Arthur more. “Wats funny now?”

“Mommy Matty” You said before bursting into a full blown giggle fit. It took a moment for Arthur to seem to get the joke before he took started to laugh. The two of you had been kids for only a few minutes and already Matthew was acting like a mother. Somehow it all made sense. Matthew was shy and sensitive, he hated violence, and he was generally a gentle and caring person; definitely a mommy, especially now that you two were kids. “Hey hey Arthur let’s just only callz him mommy when he comes back” You said with a bit of mischief.

After the laughter subsided, Arthur nodded but then opened his mouth to ask, “kay but why?”

“Becuz it will confuse him….and its funny….and…” you said as you seemed to look off into the distance, trying to search the air for the right words. The words were in your mind, but why did it have to be so hard to express things as a kid? “..becuz he will get flu-st-er-ed,” you said finishing your though, trying your best to sound out each syllable of the word that just didn’t want to be said.

Arthur fought back the urge to laugh as he gave a nod of agreement once more. Just then Matthew walked into the room carrying a rather large and heavy looking chest. Sure, he was no weakling but it was rare that you actually say Matty do anything that required strength since he was a bit of a pacifist.

“Did you bring us clothings mommy?” You said with an innocent smile. Matthew looked at you confused as he put down the trunk a faint blush on his cheeks now.

“Mommy?” he questioned repeating you as he looked over towards the two of you.

“Yes, your mom..” Arthur said as he pushed himself off the bed to wander over to Matthew’s side “…Who else would be mom? Alfred? If he was our mom we’d die.” Alfred spoke in a similar matter of fact tone even though he was still a kid and you found this so hilarious for some reason.

Matthew sighed at Arthur’s little explanation, knowing deep down that it was truth. Nevertheless, he opened the trunk and began shifting through the contents as he looked over at Arthur then you as if judging what you might fit in. Despite the fact, you looked to be about the same age you were a bit smaller then Arthur; which might have expected why he could talk a bit better then you could. Truthfully, Matthew was just trying his best to wrap his head around the whole situation at hand.

Finally, the Canadian pulled out two outfits complete with children’s bloomers. “They may not be the coolest kid clothes anymore but at least they won’t fall off you like your little shirts are trying to do until we can get you some of your own,” Matty said as he closed the trunk letting and letting out another exhausted sigh. This was just too much for one day and yet the day had barely just begun.


~~Mini time skip brought to you by NINJA BUNNNY~~


A little over fifteen minutes had past and if the two of you hadn’t been such stubborn little kids and let Matty help you with the arms it might not have taken as long, but alas you and Arthur were stubborn. Nevertheless, after much squirming, wiggling, and waiting both you and Arthur were finally dressed.  At least now your clothes didn’t want to fall off an betray you anymore. “Well now that that’s done how about I try to make us some lunch okay?” Matthew said with a smile before he began walking off in the general direction of the kitchen.

You had been twirling around in your childish outfit. Somehow, it felt wonderful; it was soft, comfortable, and unlike your adult clothes, this didn’t have to hug your curves to ‘fit’ you properly. Arthur just smiled as he watched you, before tapping your shoulder. “Come on ____,” after he spoke the two of you looked at one another.

Your eyes darted towards the door then back to Arthur then once more back to the door.
“Race ya!” You squealed as you dashed out of the room as fast as your little legs could carry you. You managed to catch Arthur off guard with the sudden suggestion, ensuring you had a fair lead on the boy.

This of course only seemed to enrage the little Brit as his little face turned bright red. You could hear him yell, “Dammit ______, cheating won’t get you anywhere!” You couldn’t help but laugh as you imagine him shaking a fist at you like an old man, but unfortunately the laughter was shorted lived. You could hear him catching up to you just as you reached the stairs.

Biting down gently on your lip, you moved quickly down the stairs; trying your best to focus so you wouldn’t fall.  Already you were halfway down when Arthur reached the height of the stairs. “Be careful!” he said realizing you were dashing down the stairs just about as fast as you ran down the hallways.

Arthur managed to catch your attention only a few steps from the bottom. Looking over your shoulder you called back to him, “Don’t worry I’m almo- AHHH!” When you let your concentration falter, you misjudged your footing on the final step. As you started to fall you pushed your arms out in some vain attempt to brace yourself or stop gravity from doing its job. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough as you tumbled to the ground.

The smile that was previously on your face was now gone as you sat up carefully. Your lip quivered as Arthur rushed to your side trying to help you up. Your shoulder hurt and so did your knees, actually your knees hurt the worst. They were the first thing to encounter the ground when you fell, after all. “You okay?” He asked leaning over you as you now sat on the floor looking as if you were about to cry.

“I’m fine…” You said quietly still partially shocked from the fall. The adrenaline that was previously pumping through your body and now had nowhere to go started causing you to tremble. Despite the fact it shouldn’t hurt that much with you blood rushing just seconds ago it felt terrible.

“Are you sure ____?” Arthur asked with concern as he glanced at your knees, which happened to have a bit of blood on them. You managed to skin them pretty good and he was almost certain they would bruise.

“I’m fine!” you shouted with a red face, tears still threatening to fall, pushing yourself up in one sudden motion. It hurt, but you were far too embarrassed that you somehow let yourself become so reckless. Sure, as a kid, you were a bit more reckless but you had to be. When your country was small you didn’t have anyone to help you so you had to be a bit reckless to get through it all, maybe those traits were just reappearing now that you were a kid again. Nevertheless, that was no excuse, you knew better.

“Maybe you should be more careful stupid!” Arthur said taken back by your own shouting. The little Brit just wanted to help you out but you apparently didn’t want help. You couldn’t even admit when you were obviously hurt. Even if it wasn’t life threatening you should still take care of your self. The yelling however managed to attract a certain Canadian who was nearby.

Matthew wandered in with a questioning look as he glanced at the two of you. Like any good mother, Matty realized quickly you had hurt yourself and picked you up with a sigh. “____, what happened…” He said carrying you into the kitchen and then placing you on the granite counter top.

Arthur who had been trailing behind the two of you spoke up before you could get a word in edge wise. “She was running down the stairs like a moron!” he said not looking at you, his little arms crossed.

“Arthur don’t call people morons,” Matty said being the responsible one as he grabbed a small cloth to clean off your scrapes. Arthur opened his mouth as if he was about to argue the fact that ‘he was technically older then everyone here’. However, Matty shot him a glare that while you couldn’t see it, it did manage to get Arthur to close his mouth in a flash.

“I expect better out of both of you….” Matthew said as he gently cleaned your wound and putting a bandage on it. The Canadian then lifted you up placing you back on the ground as he continued his lecture. “I don’t want any more name calling…” he said looking at Arthur before turning back to you, “and no more running down stairs.” Matthew squatted down so that he could look at you both on eye level as he continued to speak. “I don’t want anything bad happening to either of you okay? So behave like the good little countries I know you can be, alright?” flashing a gentle smile, Matty finished.

Both Arthur and you were looking away like the ashamed children you were before glancing back at Matthew when he finished. Opening your mouths you both answered in unison, “Okay..” After hearing this adorable little display, Matthew almost chuckled as he stood back up and went back to making some lunch.

As if on queue Alfred walked into the kitchen, somehow sensing that lunch was being prepared he appeared. “What cha making Mat?” He asked first noticing the person attempting to make food first before his eyes wandered about the kitchen only to land on two adorable little kids, you and Arthur. Just as Matthew was about to answer Al’s question Alfred shouted out, “Oh my god! Dude, they are so freaken cute!!”Alfred then proceeded to pick the two of you up and began laughing like a manic, “I’m a dad!!! SUPER DAD!”

“Put us down you wanker!” Arthur shouted as he attempted to squirm out of Alfred’s grasp. Of course, Alfred paid no mind to Arthur’s vain attempts to break free. Instead, he stopped when he heard you wince, as he loosened his grip on the both of you his blue eyes looking over you. Alfred realized that somehow you managed to hurt yourself. “Awww what happened princess?” He said putting both you and the rather pissed off little Brit down once again.

“I tripped but I’m okay,” you said before Arthur added on, “She tripped on the last stair.” You instantly glared at Arthur before pushing him softly. Arthur looked a bit shocked as he gave you a push back, nothing too hard but it did cause you to stumble a bit.

“Hey hey no fighting little dudes!” Alfred said with another laugh. As he looked down at the two of you Alfred seemed to realize something, you were wearing him and Mat’s old kid clothes. ‘They are going to need some super cool kid clothes. I could totally dress them up like super heroes!’ he thought, as his eyes seemed to start sparkling while he looked over the two of you.  In a flash Alfred had turned to look at Matty “Can I go get them kid stuff!!!” he asked practically screaming. Matthew simply sighed as he gave a gentle nod. Alfred then jumped in the air giving a ‘Wooohoo’. Al then began walking towards the general direction of the door, his phone now pulled out and already calling someone.

Apparently, they picked up pretty fast as you could hear Alfred in the other room talking as he grabbed his things. “Dude! Guess what I am totally a dad!......I know!!! Its so cool!......what? I don’t know how…” Al continued to speak as he put on his shoes.

“…..Oh I’m calling because I thought you would have fun going kiddie shopping with me……..Yes I mean that! You’re one of few countries who actually liked raising another…” Al had just gotten on his coat and was grabbing his keys. Matthew on the other hand had wandered out of the kitchen to try to keep his bother in check; or rather not going telling every living soul about this.

“……..of course you can see them after!” Al said as Matty was about to interject telling him that it may not be such a good idea, unfortunately Al had already walked out the door.

You and Arthur wandered over near the front door, near where Matthew stood. Matthew on the other hand let out another sigh as he face palmed himself, “I don’t think he even realizes it’s you two….that or he doesn’t care…”

“And that’s why your mom…” You said as your (e/c) eyes watched a car leave the driveway.

“Because if he was our mother…we would die…” Arthur added in, making the point now a second time. If it was possible the point was truer now, then it had ever been before.