Disclaimer: I own nothing
Rated: T
He didn't mind it.
Not really – because she was simply gorgeous.
"Now I'm sure that everyone is flabbergasted at this unexpected turn of events," England was standing at the front of the room, where many glares were currently being directed at, "But rest assured, Norway, Romania, and I are working on a counter spell as we speak."
"And when do you expect... this to be fixed?" Germany asked, but he was less intimidating than he normally appeared, "Well, England?"
"Germaaaany ~ your grande tette might be gone, but I can use these big muscles of yours for my pillow instead!" Female Italy hugged Germany's arm to her chest, causing the blond to blush lightly.
"I wasn't sure it was possible, but I think you're cuter than Lovino~!" Spain let loose a barrage of praise in his native language, to which the female flushed furiously and frowned.
"And you're worse than Spagna!" Romana spat, trying to push Spain away as he attempted to hug her.
"I am not quite sure when the counter spell will be completed," England admitted, "But it will be done. I am making the potion for the spell myself."
"Mon ami ~ you are the one who caused this... fiasco," France smirked with his usual arrogance that only served to rile up England even more, "But some of the results are, how you say, fantastique?"
England sneered, glancing over at America and seeing that he was rather engrossed to the one sitting beside him, "Yes, a few of the nations have turned female, but that's nothing to worry about!"
"A-Are you sure?" Finland shivered, trying his best to ignore the stern-faced woman who was staring at him very intensely, "Even Berwald is..." If he thought Sweden could be frightening with his stare, this female version of Sweden put that to shame.
"And so Prussia and Monaco have turned to felines," England seemed to sweat, "Japan has turned... evil or some sort," He could almost feel Japan's red glare upon his person, "Liechtenstein and Iceland are... rice balls or mochi or whatever the bloody hell Japan calls them."
"Marry me, marry me, marry me, I am not caring if you are brother or sister," Belarus chanted and Russia looked as if he wanted to let out a terrified scream at this twisted male version of Belarus (who didn't seem too different from his normal deranged sister), "Marry me!"
"Instead of me trying to explain this, I will go see how Norway and Romania are coming along," England said casually, not liking the majority of the world glaring daggers into his head, "Carry on."
"So, are you still called Mattie or what?" America asked, finally getting a hold of himself at the sight of Canada being a woman.
Canada glanced over at him lazily and America was distracted by her blue mini skirt and legs when she crossed one over the other, "It's Madeleine," She answered, "But I guess you can call me Maddie like my America does." Damn, he liked that female Mountie uniform and the little skirt...
"So, you're like from an alternate universe?" America tried to make sense of what the hell England and his little club had done with this spell of theirs, "And I'm a chick in that universe?"
"Yes," Canada did not appear impressed with the whole world meeting, "And seeing that you're male, I guess our daily round of lingerie football isn't going to happen." She sighed and America grinned at the thought.
Maybe he could get used to this, if only for a little while...