I am SUPPOSED to be writing a chapter for another story, BUUUUTTT, that chapter is going to be hard and I don't want to ,so, I'm just going to start a new story instead...naturally. I've been writing a lot of sad stuff, so I want this story to be a bit more fun and happy! I was stuck between writing this and one other story but I decided on this because it will not only be easier to write, but I already have a slew of ideas in my little, crazy brain. So, here we go! PLEASE READ THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE AND REVIEW YOUR ANSWERS FOR ME!
Japan woke up that morning at 7:35am, a fairly acceptable time, but found himself oddly tired. Maybe he should have expected this, considering the man stayed up till three a.m., on "accident", binge watching Attack on Titan. Again. That was his usual schedule of late to bed and early to rise, but he was usually much less exhausted. A moan escaped his lips as he flipped the sheets away from himself and rolled out of bed. With groggy eyes only half opened, he opened his closet nearby and searched for his uniform. Then, closing his eyes, he began to stumble down the hallway. On mornings like this, everyone had their personal method for waking up. Germany was known to bolt out of bed and run up and down the stairs or do several hundred jumping jacks. America would drink cup after cup of coffee as if his life depended on it. Italy, well, he would simply go back to bed till he was dragged out by an angry German man. Japan's personal plan, was a bath. The warm water and steam of the room put a sense of tranquility in him and prepared him for the day's crazy events - today in particular as there was another great eight meeting that China would be oddly invited to. He opened his eyes, finally, (after having made it down the hall, into his bathroom, and to the edge of the tub) only to turn on the water. Slowly, the bath filled as he leaned to his left and began to drift back to sleep. He was jolted awake by a bit of water sloshing onto the ground. Quickly, the man shut off the faucet and peeled off his towel, placing it on a shelf near his clothes for the day. Then, he slid into the water.
It was calm. It was quiet, no, it was silent. It was warm and inviting and Japan couldn't help but smile as he rested a cool cloth on his head. He began to shift around in the tub causing the surface of the water to ripple. Getting comfortable, washing a leg, rising and arm, dunking his head, until he finally felt clean and just leaned onto the back wall of the bathtub and stared at his legs. The water began to settle into a flat, reflective surface and with a quick refocus of his eyes, Japan had gone from looking at his legs to looking at his reflection.
But, wasn't this somehow...different?
His eyes, they seemed a little...bigger. And, his side fringe was longer. Actually, no, his reflection didn't have fringe at all but rather hair to its shoulders. Japan blinked. The reflection blinked. Japan cocked his head to the side in confusion, and so did his reflection in unison. I must just be tired. Japan averted his attention from the water and looked to the opposite end of the tub at where the wall should've been. But there was no wall, at least not in his line of sight. He saw only one thing.
Brown, feminine eyes that were staring back at him. Shock registered. Both Japan and this odd girl found their faces reddening. Both of them crouched their legs towards themselves, Japan throwing a hand over his crotch, the girl crossing both arms across her chest.
"Who are you?!" they both shouted simultaneously in their native tongue. Their eyes shut and each turned their ruddy face to the left.
"Wh-what are you doing in my house?!" they cried, their voices seeming to harmonize. The two glanced back at one another hesitantly and continued their speeches at exactly the same time, in exactly the same way.
"This is not your house. Th-This is my house! The Honda residence is belonging to me and...and I-I'm going to have to ask you to lea..." The girl raised an eyebrow and so did Japan. The girl leaned left and Japan copied her. Japan made odd faces, shifted around, and watched the girl mimic his every move. Suddenly, both had come to the same illogical conclusion. This man/woman is not a person, but rather, some odd reflection of me. Sort of like an anime trope! Japan found himself oddly excited by that thought and decided to defy the figure. If he ignored it long enough, it would go back to whatever paper on whatever mangaka's desk it had floated from. And so, without hesitation, both stood from the tub and stepped out. Both grabbed one of the several towels on the shelf and dried off calmly, trying not to to eye the other despite having decided that they were surely not real. Both then reached for a white jacket with gold accents - the same one in fact.
"This is mine, I assure you," they concurrently barked at the other, "just check the size! I am a-" and for the first time, they spoke separately from each other.
"Medium," Japan remarked at the same time as the girl's "Small". And so, they checked the tag.
It read medium.
Japan smirked, feeling oddly accomplished for having outsmarted whatever odd trick this world was playing on him before both he and the "trick" came to another realization. If we aren't copying each other anymore, she/he can't be a mirror of me. We are different people. There is a strange, unfamiliar girl/boy in my house - my restroom no less, and I am standing here completely nude grinning to myself like some sort of idiot. The girl shrieked and pulled a towel around her body, her once pale completion blasting a beet red. Without another word, she bolted from the bathroom. Upon doing so, she was met by a familiar sight, her hallway. Her tiny feet bounded down it and she all but burst her bedroom door off its hinges. The dresser! She dove for it, and replaced her towel with a robe. Had she not been so frazzled, she would have realized it fit a bit more loosely today than it had yesterday, but she was in fact frazzled. The girl went next for her closet and slipped a hand in the handle, pushing the sliding door out of her way. On tiptoe, she reached to the top shelf for one of her most prized possessions, a wooden staff with a curved blade on the end. Just as she wrapped her hand around the wood handle, the door squeaked open and the man - now fully clothed - locked eyes with her. Before either had had a chance to think any further, she whipped he weapon from the closet and pointed it towards Japan. Only then did she realize it was not her weapon of choice.
Rather, it was a piece of plastic.
She was attempting to ward off a stranger and possible sexual predator with...a piece of plastic. An oddly heavy piece of plastic, or so she noted before looking at it a bit more carefully and recognizing the shape. It was a sheath, and in it must have rested some sort of real defense! She stared at it in utter shock, before slowly reaching for the handle and sliding a traditional katana out of its encasement. The woman found herself mesmerized by a polished, reflective, hand-crafted, curved blade. It ran down in glinting perfection for about a wing span and then connected to a cushy, black handle that seemed to fit perfectly in her hand. It was beautiful. With new found confidence, she aimed the sword for Japan's neck and shouted out her iconic line.
"Trespassers shall receive no mercy!"
Canada, at 8:27a.m., with shaky hands, peeled away his maple-leaf-covered comforter. The man at that point knew one thing, and only one thing. He. Was. STARVING. Reaching to his end table, Canada slipped his circular glasses onto his face and suddenly felt very blessed for having kept some pancakes in the fridge. Now he'd just have to wait a minute for the microwave instead of twenty for the stove. He grabbed the water bottle he kept on his nightstand and took a swig, rumbling the liquid in his mouth, before spitting its contents back into the bottle. Now, he'd have to clean and replace it, but at least his mouth felt clean enough for him to eat. Just moments later, he found the microwave beeping, endlessly and annoyingly, but with steaming pancakes inside of it never the less.
"Here you are Kuma," he chirped to the baby polar bear sitting on a tall chair behind his island. He handed it a stack of pancakes he had finished covering in tuna fish and maple syrup. A horrible combination if you asked him, but the bear seemed to like it.
"Who are you?" It asked him for the third time in an hour.
"I'm still Canada," he replied, smiling, and turning to the microwave to grab his own plate. Sitting, and digging in he found himself thinking happily that the taste of pancakes never got old - and it didn't. When topped with the perfect amount of syrup, who could resist? Kuma preferred to eat in silence with his paws, so Canada just listened to the clink of his china on the plate. While chewing, he found his eyes reflecting at him in his butter knife. Having not yet washed his face, he sort of looked insane, but he simply sighed, giggled, swallowed, and went in to cut out another bite.
And Canada could've sworn he heard two knives clink. Ignoring it, he scooped the pancakes into his mouth and chewed all over again. This particular batch was more fluffy than crispy. He went in again, and heard a second knife clink coming from his left. Slowly, his head turned, and his eyes were met by two violet ones looking right back at him.
Silence.
They both blinked.
More silence.
Was that a girl?
Endless. Silence.
Until the phone rang, snapping them out of their trance. Canada reached over the island for it immediately, as it was rare anyone called. He tended to go by unnoticed after all.
"Hey, dude!" Ah, so it's America. His elder brother tended to remember he was around when it was convenient for him and often struggled with his name regardless. At least he saw him, unlike a certain Russian man he could bet would try to sit on him later.
"Hello Amer-" Canada paused, and his eyes glinted towards the random girl in his house. "...A...Alfred." There was a silence on the line as his twin brother tried to figure out why his human name was coming up suddenly, before deciding to just continue.
"Is there like a hot chick at your place, dude?"
"I mean," Canada found himself blushing and eyeing his sudden companion. She was silent, and shyly twirling a finger around the ends of her long, golden hair. She pushed he large glasses up the bridge of her nose and smiled up at him, her quiet voice barely whispering in his direction.
"Sorry." She blushed harder and Canada found the response he needed.
"There...is a girl here, yes."
"Bring her to the meeting with you. You're coming to that right, man?"
"Yes. I will bring her. You're sure it's okay? She just kind of came up out of nowhere and all."
"Yea dude, and don't worry about passing the message around, I've got it covered!" Before Canada could even inquire on what that meant, there was a click as the lines cut. Just like America. He looked back at the girl and smiled, finding his own voice coming out just as timidly as hers.
"I'd like to take you someplace with me if you don't mind, eh?" The girl nodded before saying:
"Okay. You...seem nice." She turned back to her plate of short stacks, that Canada had failed to notice earlier, and began again to eat, not at all questioning the strange man in her house.
Okay! In the next chapter comes explanation of what the crappity is going on! I'm enjoying writing this and kind of want to write the next chapter right now, so if it goes up tomorrow, or even sooner, don't be too shocked. :D I'm so ready for this story guys! Please review because they make me happy and I like knowing what I'm doing right or poorly. Thanks!
Questions - Things I haven't decided and would like some help on...
1. Should EVERYTHING from the girls' worlds be gender swapped? Like John of Arc instead of Joan? Or just the girls themselves?
2. Should all (or at least some) gender rolls be swapped so that things make more sense? Like for example, when Prussia starts a war to protest a woman being in power as queen. Would Fem Prussia have been protesting a king instead under the premise that men can't do anything?
3. Should the girls have their periods or should they not because they got them when they were little and had menopause already and are free from them because they're over a thousand years old?
4. Who has the bigger breasts? America (big in fan art) or Germany (biggest in he chibi version, not really clear in the anime's episode)?
5. Who has the smallest breasts? England (girl is actually quite flat-chested in the episode if you look up screenshots), China (covers herself the whole time so I can't see), or Japan (she LOOKS flat but she has on a lot of layers and still has SOME bumps going on there despite that, but she is Japanese so you tell me.)?