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Germany groaned, he rubbed his face not bothering to slick back the bangs that fell on his forehead. He was really tired and had a little bit of a hangover.

"What the hell happened?" he wondered.

Oh yes, that's right. There had been a big party at Britain's estate thrown by America, much to Britain's aggravation. A lot of people had come over, mostly for the free fun and food. Anyway, after everyone was gone, Britain had to put America to bed because he had partied himself to the max, something Britain thought he'd never see. Germany had helped him carry America to a guest room since he was bigger than Britain. After that had been done, Germany offered to stay and help clean things up, feeling guilty that his brother and his friends had made such a mess during the event. Britain agreed stating that they should clean tomorrow since it was especially late. And when Italy heard that Germany was staying, he offered to stay and help too. So Germany and Italy had both slept over to help out with the mess.

Germany slid his legs out of bed and scratched his scalp while squinting cumbersomely. He stood up and stretched his back and paused for a moment.

"Weird..." he thought to himself. His body felt a little strange, but then again it wasn't every night he went to a party like the one held the night before, so it probably was just due to the extremity of the night.

He wearily made his way to the bathroom. He planned to wash up, get dressed and then start with the cleaning. He'd probably see if there was anything he needed to do at Britain's place before going home again, but other than that, he didn't plan to hang around longer than needed.

He opened the bathroom door and flicked on the lights as he looked up. His paused for a moment before widening his eyes in surprise. He quickly left and pressed his back against the wall next to the bathroom door.

"Meine Entschuldigung Fehl! I'm so sorry madam!" He said quickly. But then stopped and thought to himself. What did that woman think she was doing in his bathroom! A castle like Britain's should have plenty of other bathrooms so why did she have to be in his? He breathed in firmly and walked back to the doorway.

"Listen madam." he swallowed. "I'm...I'm sorry to have walked in on you like this but...you see...this is my room so I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave." he glance back at her. "There's several other bathrooms so you should..."

Germany froze. His eyes eye dilated in shock. The woman was holding her hand behind her head as well, exactly the way Germany was. At first, Germany thought she was mimicking him, but then he realized that he couldn't see her legs or feet, because she was inside of the mirror.

Germany stood there silently for a few seconds as the reality slowly suck into his mind. And when it finally did, his pupils shrunk in horror as both hands gripped his head as his legs shook worse than if he was in an earthquake.

"DAS BIN ICH! MEIN GOTT, THAT'S ME!"

He ran up to the mirror, closely examining his face. No doubt about it now, the woman was him, or more accurately, he was the woman.

"This..." he, or as of now, she trembled. "This can't be happening!"

He looked back up at the mirror only to find his glance going down to his shirt. He stopped as he noticed the large protrusion from under his clothes. He felt his face grow hot as his cheeks turned red, followed by the rest of his face. He backed away from the mirror and slowly looked down. Instead of the flat body he had known, he saw a large bulge blocking his view.

"Nein, nein, nein!" he hissed, forcing himself to ignore the excessive movement of his hips and chest as he walked. "It's a dream. It's a bad dream! That's all this is!"

Germany looked to the bed and crawled in. He laid flat on her back and pulled the sheets up to her face.

"I just need to stay calm and focus. Focus and try to wake up! Hurry and wake up!"

"GERRRMMAAAANNYYYYYY!" A familiar voice screamed.

Germany wasn't able to sit up before he felt a weight crash on top of him. For a brief split-second of a moment, he was extremely grateful he was not in possession of his deutschballs, but as Italy fell forward, his hands landed right on top of Germany's chest causing his face to explode with heat.

"GERMANY!" Italy sobbed uncontrollably, "GERMANY AIUTAMI! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM AND FOUND THIS REALLY CUTE GIRL! BUT AFTER I TRIED HITTING ON HER I REALIZED SHE WASN'T A GIRL AT ALL! WELL I MEAN SHE WAS, BUT IT WAS ONLY A REFLECTION! AND NOW I'M A GIRL! I'M A GIRL GERMANY! YOU'VE GOT TO HELP ME!"

"AUSSTEIGEN! GET OFF!" Germany barked madly. At the sound of his voice, Italy pulled back away towards the edge of the bed. Italy raised a hand and pointed frantically at his friend.

"Ge...Germany...!" He stammered. "Anche voi?! You're...a...a girl?!"

Germany looked at Italy. Her face and bangs and prominent curl had not changed in the slightest, after all, she had already possessed girly facial features as a boy. However, her copper hair had grown extremely long, even longer than Germany's had. It was thick and wavy as the locks ended in tight, natural curls.

"What happened?..." Italy whimpered, trying to prevent herself from crying.

Germany sighed and held her head in her hands.

"I don't know...but there must be a way to fix it. There has to be! Hopefully we're just overreacting. Odds are this is all just a stupid prank America set up to..."

Germany's eyes widened, she looked back up at Italy who stared back at her with her little squinted eyes. They both reached the same idea as Germany sprang up from her bed and headed to the hall.

"Ah..! Germany wait for me!" Italy cried as she stood up and followed her friend.

Eventually, the two reached America's room. Germany raised her fist to knock on the door, but hesitated a moment before forcing herself to knock.

"America...it's us. Italy and Germany. We uh...we have something we need to talk to you about..."

Germany waited, but no response came. She listened carefully and was sure she heard sounds behind the door. She knocked again, harder this time.

"America, we know you're in there! We can hear you! Can we come in and talk to you for a minute?"

"No!" came the sharp reply. "Go away!"

Germany was rather surprised at the harshness of America's voice. He typically wasn't that type of a person, but he almost sounded panicked in a way. Germany thought for a minute and then called out again.

"Well, we're about to go have breakfast. Would you like to come down?"

"You go on. I'm not hungry."

Germany's eyes narrowed.

"Bad answer! Now I know there's something wrong! Open the door!"

"Just leave me be!" America pleaded. "I don't want to see anyone!"

"Or maybe you just don't want anyone to see you!" Germany taunted, being careful with her insults so as to accurately determine whether her growing suspicions about America were correct.

"I'm not coming out and that's final!"

"Oh Kommen!" Germany shouted, preparing her final test insult. "Don't be such a whiny little girl!"

"JUST GO AWAY!" America practically screamed, his voice breaking with the shout.

Germany was satisfied and rammed her body into the door, breaking it open. As she and Italy entered the room, they could see that America hiding under the bed covers, gripping the sheets firmly.

"Listen..." America whimpered. "I don't feel well...Won't you please just leave and let me have some peace?"

America looked up at the two. His eyes were the only things that moved as he looked the two nations over. Once he was done, he just stared blankly at them.

"You..." he said quietly. "You're both..."

"Ja...women..." Germany finished, looking away as she blushed.

No one spoke for the longest time until Italy cut in.

"So America...are you...a girl now too?"

America's worried brows wavered before he groaned and allowed his legs to slip out from beneath the covers. He let go of the covers and stood up as he rubbed his right arm with his left hand, eyes locked on the floor, clearly humiliated.

"Yeah..." he...she managed to say softly. "Just tell me that I got super drunk last night and I'm have a bad dream. That's all I ask. Please say this is a dream!"

"Unfortunately no." Germany responded looking back at her. "It's not. Believe me, I already tried that."

America looked up at Germany and Italy.

"You know...it's weird. But you both don't sound that much different."

Germany was taken aback "Was?"

America held her throat shakily. "Well, I know that our voices changed when we...changed. But I mean, it's like the same voice only...more...well. Girly."

Germany then realized that America's voice did sound a little off. She didn't notice it until now, but it was pretty much like she said. Her voice was the same, but it just sounded more feminine.

"So does that mean..."Italy raised her hand to her throat in worry. "I'm higher pitched?"

America looked at her in thought. "Well...I mean...you already have a pretty high voice for a guy so...it's not that different but...it is a little higher...It's just weird...Weird?! What am I saying?! This whole deal is weird! What the hell happened?!"'

"That's what we'd like to know." Germany sighed.

"Come on man...woman...uhm..."

Germany glared at America with an "I'll gas you" look.

"I mean people don't just wake up to this kind of this every day! There's gotta be a reason!"

"Well of course there's a reason!" Germany growled, "But we're not going to find it if we just go about panicking and screaming our heads off like little...!"

Italy and America looked up the instant Germany stopped himself from finishing. She quickly searched for a different word.

"...rabbits."

"Rabbits don't scream." America responded flatly.

"Suchen, it's not important! We have to figure out what happened as soon as possible."

America held her hand to her slender chin.

"Wonder what if Iggy knows anything about this, he tends to get involved with some really...wait a minute...Iggy!"

America ran out of the room almost knocking Germany over. Once Germany regained her footing, she and Italy chased after America. America ran straight to Britain's room and slammed the door open.

"Dude! Dude!" she shouted running up to Britain and grabbing him by the shoulders as she shook him violently.

"Yo Iggy! Wake up! Hey man, are you a chick too?! Hero to Eyebrows! Hero to Eyebrows! Do you read me?! Respond dammit!"

"I would if you stop shaking me you ass dick willy!" Britain barked angrily.

America stopped shaking him and looked at Britain carefully. It was obvious that the transformation had not spared him...er...her either. That rugged blond hair came down to her waist framing the feminine face that bore a striking resemblance to her original masculine face. America gawked as she looked up to see that Britain's eyebrows had actually become small. Sure they were a bit thick for a girl, but still! She had normal eyebrows!

"Well." she sighed. "I guess that answers that question."

"Get the bloody hell off of me!" Britain thundered. "Have you no decency! Barging into my room is bad enough but waking me up in such a fashion is inexcu!...inexcu..."

Britain's words trailed off as she actually took a good look at America. She stared and pointed to her face.

"Since when was your hair that long!?"

Britain's gaze moved down from America's hair. Britain's face went pale as he pointed fiercely towards America.

"And...!.. And since were you that big!?"

Germany and Italy finally arrived and entered the room. America looked back at them.

"What happened?" Germany huffed.

"Same thing as the last three times." America sighed. Britain looked over to the other two nations in the room and gawked in total shock.

"Y...y..y...yo...you..your...your...!"

"Take it easy Iggy..." America tried to calm Britain down, but the poor confused nation exploded.

YOU'RE GIRLS! YOU'RE ALL GIRLS! HOW THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU ALL GIRLS!?"

"Before you start freaking out about us." Germany said sternly. "I suggest you take a good, hard look at yourself."

Britain paused in confusion at Germany's words. She looked over to Italy who cowered slightly behind Germany and then to America who coughed slightly and motioned with her eyes for Britain to look downwards. After understanding what America was trying to tell her, Britain shot her eyes down and just stared...

and stared...

and stared...

"Uh...Iggy? You ok?" America asked cautiously.

strange soft noises came from Britain. At first, the other thought she was crying, but after a few seconds, she smiled and started chuckling.

"Well now," she grinned. "That's certainly something you don't see every day is it now?"

She let out a couple more chuckles before her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell back on the pillows, passed out from shock.