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    Norway hadn't really known what had happened just moments before, but he did know that he had a major headache. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking groggily, and carefully observed the scenery around him. He was puzzled, not knowing what was going on, but the short young man knew that based on what he was wearing...it had something to do with England's magic.



    Romano, who had been knocked out momentarily, bolted upwards, his bright green eyes flaring with fury. "What happened!?" he spat menacingly, directing the question at absolutely nobody. He paid no attention to his rather odd clothing or his small size, but instead stormed off in another direction to see if he could find someone to blame for knocking him out.


    Norway managed to pull himself to his feet, brushing the dirt and leaves off of his odd clothing and silently heading through the grass. He assumed that England had to be somewhere nearby, but he was confused as to why the other country had done such a thing to him. Maybe it was simply a prank or a trick...but Norway didn't understand why England had done it in the first place. There had to be some kind of reason behind it.



    Romano stomped through the forest for a little while, kicking any leaves that happened to be in his way. The Italian unfortunately had not found anyone to yell at for knocking him out, but when he heard someone timidly call "hello", he whipped in the direction of the sound, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.
    "Who's there!?" he demanded, marching forward with tightly clenched fists.


    Norway, after looking around for a little while, spotted something tiny in the corner of his eye. He turned his head slightly to see what looked like a small fairy...but this one didn't seem like the fairies he usually saw. Narrowing his eyes, he cautiously approached the fairy, who looked awfully familiar for some reason. She looked a lot like that one little country...Guam, was it...?



    Romano, who was beginning to roll up his sleeves for a violent fight, noticed a young girl nearby, claiming to be named Luna. He frowned slightly and crossed his arms when he realized it was a girl, his jaw still clenched with rage. "Alright," he seethed, "My name's Romano, you got that?"
    He finally realized how small he seemed compared to Luna and the trees surrounding him. He raised an eyebrow and stared in awe at the huge scenery.
    "Wh-What the!?" he snapped, pounding his fist on one of the trees to see if it was real, "Why is everything so big!?"


    Norway frowned as he approached the fairy, staring at it suspiciously. As he observed her features a bit more, he realized that his eyes hadn't been lying to him. "So it wasn't just me, then," he mumbled to himself, scratching the back of his head, "Is that you, Guam?"



    Romano flashed a sharp and confused glare at Luna, then let out an amused but slightly nervous laugh. "Ha, an elf?" he snorted, "Suuure. You must not be feeling too well, if you think that those things exist."


    Norway sighed, acknowledging her response with a small nod. "I'm betting England had something to do with this," he muttered almost inaudibly, crossing his arms. He realized that not a word was coming from her mouth. "You must not be able to speak," he assumed quietly.



    "Pffft," Romano laughed, trying his best to ignore the huge scenery, "Yeah, whatever."
    The Italian began to approach Luna, also trying to ignore how large she seemed compared to him. He assumed that this was the person who had sent him into unconsciousness earlier, since she seemed to be the only other person around.
    "So, you must've been the one who knocked me out," he snapped, his fiery green gaze locked on Luna.


    Norway frowned, feeling some sympathy for the other nation. Now he was beginning to suspect that maybe every single country had ended up like this in one way or another, and England was most likely the start of it. "...Oh," he mumbled, "Well...I'm sure that we'll be able to get you back to normal sometime..."

    Romano sighed, feeling a bit bad for unleashing his rage on a girl. If this had been Germany, the Italian would've had his fist in the other country's face before he could say a word. Grumbling to himself, Romano dropped lazily into the grass and crossed his arms, pouting.
    "Geez," he growled, noticing how tall the grass seemed, "I must be hallucinating or something."


    Norway scanned the terrain around him, wondering if he would be able to find anybody else in the area. He thought he had caught a glimpse of two nearby figures, and he turned back to Guam, his face lacking emotion as it always did. "We should go see who they are..." he suggested quietly.



    Romano ripped a large blade of grass out of the soil and began observing it. When he realized that Luna was approaching him, he shot a look up at her, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. "What?" he grumbled irritably, tossing the grass aside.


    Norway squinted, trying to get a good glimpse of the two ominous figures. He could barely make out what appeared to be a young girl and a man, but he couldn't recognize them as anyone he knew at this dis--
    He flinched when he felt something flick him just behind the ear and whipped around, expecting to see someone behind him. Much to his surprise, he was greeted by absolutely nothing but air and trees. Under the assumption that it had been a small rock or pebble, Norway stared at the empty spot in front of him for a few more seconds before shaking his head and turning back to the two distant figures in front of him.



    Romano sighed, yanking another blade of grass violently out of the dirt. "No," he replied flatly without making eye contact, turning his attention back to the grass, which he examined closely to make sure that it wasn't just a fragment of his imagination.


    Slightly wary of the world around him and careful to avoid any flying rocks, Norway once again attempted to make out the two figures nearby. Before he could even take a step towards the others, he felt something on his shoulder clutch his clothing briefly before letting go. He quickly turned his head and stared at his shoulder in suspicion, and was pretty certain that that wasn't a rock. Puzzled, he began to look behind him for any signs of life, but there wasn't anyone else around but Nanai. He waved his hand in the air a few times to make sure that there wasn't anything there.



    Romano sighed and ripped the thin grass blade in half, watching the two pieces flutter to the ground.
    That's when he finally noticed what he was wearing.
    It was some sort of lacey, dressy white outfit that did not suit his tastes whatsoever, and to his shock, looked a bit like the stupid outfit that Spain had put him in when he was little.
    "What am I wearing!?" he spat, poking the fabric with a disgusted look on his face.


    Much to his surprise, Norway had felt something for a split second as when waved his hand around. Unaware of Guam's absence and forgetting about the other two people nearby, the short man was now a bit concerned that there was something around him that he couldn't see. He knew of some creatures that were capable of going invisible whenever they felt like it, but he hadn't seen any for a while...
    He remained silent and continued to scan the area around him cautiously.



    Romano continued poking at the clothing, disgusted, as if it were a frog or a worm or something. "It is anything but cute!!" he retorted, then clenched his fists, "I know! It was that jerk Spain! He must've done this!!"



    The Italian could not believe that this was happening. First, he had woken up to find that someone had knocked him out, then he found that everything around him was huge and he was small, and then this Luna girl called him an 'elf', and now he was wearing a frilly outfit. He had a terrible headache and he felt the need to punch Spain right in the face since he was under the assumption that the older country had somehow dragged him into this mess.
    Romano, who hadn't been paying attention to her before, glanced back up at the girl and demanded grumpily, "Where are you taking me?"



    Romano felt as if his stomach had been twisted into knots.
    "P-P-People!?" he exclaimed, wrapping his arms around himself in a desperate attempt to cover his clothes, "I don't wanna be seen in this stupid outfit! Especially if that jerk Spain is there!! Or even worse, that stupid potato!!"
    Man, if he was seen by anyone else in such embarrassing clothing, he swore that he would lock himself in a closet and never come out again.

    ooc || No, not really. ^.^

    Romano stopped in his tracks for a moment, clenched his teeth, then continued after her with an irritated sigh. "Agh, fine," he mumbled, "But if they laugh at me, I'm blaming Spain. After all, being alone is even worse. Who knows...France might be out there somewhere..."
    He shuddered at the thought and tore through the grass after Luna.


    Norway, who had been observing the nature and trying to figure out if anything was there, jumped when he felt someone's presence. He whirled around, expecting to see the creature that had been toying with him, only to find a young girl standing there. After examining her for a moment, he assumed that she was only a normal person...
    Out of nowhere, he felt something quickly stuff into his pockets just as his cell phone began ringing. He flinched at the sudden feeling and he looked down in confusion, eyebrows twitching.


    Romano, who now had a red mark in the center of his forehead, stomped after Luna furiously. He made a mental note to himself saying to never kick stones around ever again. When Norway came into view, he gulped and slunk behind Luna in an attempt to hide his embarrassing outfit.