Hell yeah. I totally just went there.

I have other projects I should finish, but I'm on a pony kick and there aren't a ton of these out there. If this was a sandwich, I'd have the bread. The start and end. I have no idea what's in the middle. 8D

Everyone in this is a Brony (male pony body) except for Italy and Canada. (they'll be actually ponies. So female bodies like the main 6)

If you have an idea for their cutie marks, please let me know! (I only know what Italy's will be.)

Warnings: Human names used, cursing, pairings including GerIta, UsUk + PruCan, and cupcakes. *shivers* BEWARE THE CUPCAKES!

Read + Review~

Scheiße..my head. Why is it hurting so bad? Verdammt, did I get drunk again?

He slowly opened his heavy eyes. Everything was fuzzy. When things came into focus, he found that he was lying on the ground in a field.

A field..? ugh..bruder must have had something to do with this..

He went to get up, but that was when his eyes noticed some things. He had never seen this field before. This was not German territory. The other thing he noticed, was that everything seemed to have more color like a cartoon. Was that even possible? Or was he still drunk? Then the most noticable thing hit him.

His hands were missing. Instead he had hooves.

What the...?

After checking himself over, he realized he was no longer human. He was...a pony? His coat was a military green, his hair much longer but still it's bright blond color. He didn't care for how his now longer hair hung, so using his hoof, tried his best to smooth it back to the way he liked it. He was highly confused about the entire thing, but part of him told him that he was still drunk. Ever so carefully, he took a step forward. It was easier than he would have thought!

Before long, he was moving a slow gallop. He wasn't used to the new legs, but it would due until he found out what the hell was going on. He had expected walking on all fours would be hard, but already he had a natural feel for it. His icy blue eyes looked around the field he was going through.

Everything seemed so peaceful and colorful. What magic land had he woken up in? To find everything at peace, and himself as a pony? If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't like being stuck on all fours, he could get used to life like this. No work to worry about, or wars to fight.

As he walked, he spotted something in the distance. A small town. Again, not one he knew of. He knew of every single town in German territory, but as realized earlier, this was not his home. As he got closer, he noticed other ponies. Some were flying in the air, other casting magic with the horns on their heads. The hell was he?

Another pony suddenly collided with him, knocking him over.

"Verdammt! Watch it!" He shouted, turning on who had ran into him. It was a brown pony with light stra colored hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. There was a cowboy hat placed atop her head. On her back was a sack filled with apples, and her side...did it have the picture of three apples on it?

"Woah! Sorry 'bout that sugar cube! Hey? I don't think I've seen you before. Who are ya?" She asked, collecting herself and walking over. He thought for a moment, actually forgetting for a moment. His head was still pounding from whatever had happened before waking up here. After an awkward pause, he remembered.

"Germany." He replied. She held out a hoof.

"Please to meet ya, Germany. I'm Applejack." Germany awkwardly held out his own hoof and Applejack shook it. She circled around him, inspecting him.

"Looks like you ain't got a cutie mark yet," She commented, poking his side. Germany huffed and backed away from her.

"A what?"

"A cutie mark! Shows off yer talent and all." Applejack pointed to the three apples on her side.

"I'm parta the apple family. Good at apple bucking." He didn't ask what she meant, since every part of this made no sense at all. She waved for him to follow and she began to walk. He followed, not knowing what else to do.

"So, Germany, when'd ya move in to Ponyville?" She asked. The green pony stopped. So this place was called Ponyville? Applejack seemed nice, perhaps she knew a thing or two about what the hell was going on around here.

"Can you answer me some questions?"

"Well sure!"

"And promise not to find me crazy?"

"Sure,"

Germany sat down, not wanting to try and walk anymore. His legs were already hurting since he still didn't entirely know how to use them. He explained about waking up in the field with no memory of the night before. He explained about how he had been a human and now he was a pony. Applejack listened, nodding the entire time.

"Well, perhaps my friend Twilight Sparkle could help ya. She knows a thing or two 'bout humans." AJ began walking again, and Germany followed. He didn't like feeling utterly lost. Wasn't that Italy's job? He was suppose to protect the younger, keeping him out of harm and-

"Scheiße! Italy! Where is he?" He exclaimed suddenly, making Applejack turn around quickly. She cocked her eyebrow and Germany sighed. It seemed like here no one knew who he was, or of the nations. Speaking of nations, could the others be here too? If he had ended up here, surely someone else had arrived as well? Could England's magic have done something?

Germany sighed, hanging his head in defeat. There was no way he'd be able to find them even if they were here. Applejack shrugged and began to lead him once more to her friend's.

Why is my bed so hard..? Urgh my head...wait, is that a breeze? Damn America must have left the window open..

Slowly, his green eyes opened. He lay on the ground in the woods. Large trees stretched before him, cutting off the light. Where was he? Struggling, he tried to stand up. But he found that he was on all fours much to his surprise.

Shit. Did my magic backfire again?

Nearby was a small puddle. Carefully, he wobbled over to the clear water. Peeking in, he gave an irritated sigh. He was a unicorn. His mane was a sun blond and hung messily in his face while his coat was a light brownish white. His bushy eyebrows were still there...bushy as ever.

Unfortunately, he knew exactly where he was. He was in the Evergreen forest in Equestria. He had zapped himself here once before, but he forgot how to get back. Best thing to do would be find Twilight again. She had helped him before, perhaps she could help him again.

The pony began to trot towards the entrance of the forest. When he finally was out, it didn't take long for him to spot a small yellow pegasus. Finally, someone he knew! Letting his legs go into a gallop, the pony ran over to her with a smile.

"Fluttershy! Thank god!" She looked up from the small white bunny she was helping.

"England? What are you doing here? I thought you went back to your home."

England stopped and laughed awkwardly.

"Well, I somehow popped back in. Can you take me to Twilight?" She nodded and began to lead him. A thought came to his head, what if he brought other's here somehow? Perhaps it would be best to warn Fluttershy.

"Uh, I might have brought others here. If anyone shows up randomly without a cutie mark and have names like mine, please send them to me." England said, trotting slightly in order to keep up. White Fluttershy didn't fly, she was hovering a few inches off the ground, making her faster than the unicorn. She gave a nod and looked back at him.

"Can you still use you powers?" England stopped and focused on his horn. He imagined the magic flowing out of it and lifting the rock by his hoof. There was a sparking sound and some smoke, but the rock lifted. England smiled and let the rock fall back onto the earth. He still had it.

They walked on in silence until they reached town. Something passed through England. It felt like one of the other nations were here. He had no knowledge of it, yet he could feel it. If that was true, did the other nation feel his presence?

"England darling! Why ever are you back?"

He turned to see a white pony with curly purple hair walking over to them. He remembered this pony well. Her name was Rarity and she seemed to be the most like him. At least with being proper. Rarity didn't give him a chance to answer because she was poking his side with her hoof.

"Still no cutie mark I see, I bet I can help fix that."

England sighed. He really didn't care about his cutie mark. All he did care about was finding the other nations he might have sent here and going home. Even if there was no war here, he'd rather be a nation. These ponies would live and die, but he would continue living. That was, if he went home.

God did he hope he could get home!