Hallo! Okay. This was just an idea that i came up with at like 1,00 AM. I think I am just going to end up deleting it anyways. But this idea has been in my head for a while and I don't think there's enough stories with female Russia. Also I see a lot of these stories like this. But I haven't seen one that centres around Russia as a girl. So enter 1 AM idea.

There are NO PAIRINGS YET! That's right. I have no idea what pairing I want. So it will be up to YOU to decide what pairing I will use in the end. Again, NO OFFICIAL PAIRING AS OF YET!

Also, I observed that a lot of the plots were centred around England screwing something up. Well guess what, THIS IS AN ORIGINAL PLOT. Which means NO ENGLAND MAGIC and that the reasoning is original and thought out. I did want to reuse a plot EVERYONE has used before, so I got creative.

Finally, if you want me to continue, leave a comment below. I do not own Hetalia. Enjoy the crappy fanfiction.

~Kolko

It was winter. Bitter cold. Stinging winds. Whiteness everywhere stood out under the jet black sky. There was a toll of church bells. A cloaked figure was running towards the bell house. He entered the church-like building. The figure then turned a few corners. Three tolls. He hid behind a wall. Three other figures were at a low altar. All three held children. One looked about six or seven years old. The other, about a year old. All were asleep. There was a small child who looked about two to three years old by the man in the centre. Six tolls.

"Shall we just kill the boy?" said one. Seven tolls.
"We must," said another, "I don't want him getting in my way." Eight tolls. The unconscious boy was laid down on the low alter. Nine tolls. The man drew a knife. Ten tolls. He then raised it high with both hands. Eleven tolls. He lowered it swiftly as the twelfth toll rang

Russia then snapped awake. Just a dream. Only a dream. Russia sighed. I don't want to get out of bed…I don't want to go to work. Sighing, Russia slowly got up and lumbered to the bathroom. Come on. It's getting late and Lithuania should be here soon. After all, we have a meeting today.

After a morning face washing, Russia yawned and arose in front of the mirror. Russia stared in horror at the reflection in the mirror. He…was a she.

"Okay, a bit too much alcohol," said a feminine voice, "Woah. WAAAY too much." Assuming a hangover Russia ignored it. The front door opened and shut indicating that Lithuania had arrived a little early. Shit. Well he'll just have to wait because I'm really confused.

He did find this new form rather...attractive. Long, light blonde hair down to the back, bright blue eyes with a lilac tint, very tall; the same height he was before, yet slender figure (no one could call him fat anymore), and rather large breasts that now basically showed from the white, now really oversized tee she was wearing. It was about to slip off her body. She was literally holding up the sunflower boxers that were worn the night before. She then let go of the boxers and used her delicate hands to feel around this surreal hallucination. She felt her hips, curves having formed. She then felt her chest. They were real. This wasn't a hangover. This was was real. He was a girl. An ear piercing scream filled the house. The tee then slipped off. The scarf was all she had left. Footsteps bounded up the stairs. Before she could put the oversized clothes back on, Lithuania burst through the door. She turned around.

"What the hell is going-" She screamed yet again. Lithuania just stood there all red. His nose gushing blood.

"L-Lithuania?" she asked. He then fainted. "Well shit…"

Russia rummaged through the closet until she finally found her old robe. It weighed her down a bit, but it was something that fit. She went to Lithuania, whom she had dragged to the couch. She then began stuffing tissues in his nose. Lithuania slowly awoke.

"Nnn…huh? You're not Belarus..." he mumbled, "You look like her, but-"
"Um, could you please not fantasize about my sister right now, da?" she asked. He looked at Russia.
"Wh-Who are you?" he asked, "Mister Russia isn't going to like that fact that you're wearing his robe, but I'll let it-"
"Lithuania! It is me!" she said. A puzzled look came across his face.
"I...don't believe we met..." Lithuania said, "I'm Tolys." Russia facepalmed.

"Lithuania, I AM Russia!" she cried, "I am just…um…I do not know what the hell is going on and I am really confused and I am trying to get over the fact that you saw me with no clothes and that my-"
"Calm down miss!" Lithuania said.

"How can I prove to you that it is me?" she wondered.
"Miss, you seem to be-"
"Please believe me Lithuania! I've known you for years! I know I used to dress you up in a maid's outfit for kicks during the Soviet Union, but I'll apologize for all that if you please listen to me!" Lithuania was speechless.

"No way...Th-This can't be happening. R-Russia?" She nodded. "It's...really you?"
"Do you think I would let anyone else touch my scarf?" she said. He sighed.
"How did this happen?!"

"I don't know!" Russia cried, "I just…woke up this morning and I…was a girl. A-And my previous clothes were way too big for me so they kept falling off and–"
"That's how…I walked in on you naked?" he asked. The two turned red. "A-Ah! Mister-I mean M-Miss…"
"Yes?"
"Y-Y-Your…robe…" he stuttered. Russia blushed. She quickly fixed her robe. She sighed.

"I need to find something that fits. Do you have anything smaller?" Russia asked.
"Well…Poland might have given me something…I think I got rid of it though...but my clothes will still be a better fit," he said.
"I um…I…don't…I don't…have…"
"Yes?"
"Underwear…" Lithuania blushed.

"O-Oh…um…maybe I can still find something. I'll be right back…"
"Lithuania!"
"Yes Russia?"
"Don't tell anyone about this…please." He nodded. "Promise me!"
"Okay. I promise," he said.

Russia looked through her closet. The best she could find to wear was an oversized tshirt. Was I really this big? She sighed. She had changed quite a lot. Lithuania came in through the door.

"Russia? I'm back! I brought as much as I could!" he called. She ran downstairs.
"Thank you," she said. She looked through the clothes. "How did you get these?" she asked holding up a pair of panties. He blushed.
"Um…"
"Ufufu! Naughty Lithuania!" she giggled, "Who's are these?"
"N-N-None of your concern! And don't worry, I washed them," he said. She went upstairs to get dressed.

Russia came back downstairs wearing a blue t-shirt that was a bit big on her and long jeans that were held up by a belt.

"This should hold me until I get some real clothes," she said.
"So, how are you going to tell everyone else?" Lithuania asked. Russia froze.

"I'm not," she said.
"Russia, they're going to find out eventually," he said.

"I don't know how long this is going to last," she said, "I could be freaking out over nothing and…" She then froze up. She then started crying. "Oh Lithuania…" he hugged her tightly. "What if I am stuck like this forever?! What if America-Oh God, America! He'll come after me for sure! None of my comrades will take me seriously anymore! They didn't like me before! And Belarus…" she cried even harder.

"It's going to be okay, I promise," he assured, "I'll do whatever I can to make you feel comfortable…um…Ivan..." Could he even call her Ivan anymore? She sniffed.
"Th-Thank you…" she calmed down a bit, "You're too kind. I promise, I will pay you for helping me."

"You really don't need to R–"
"Yes I do! I will give you monetary help whenever you need it," she promised. Lithuania knew he couldn't turn that down. After all, money was tight. And this Russia was kind of cute.
"Alright you have a deal," he said. Normally he would have flipped his shit over this. He was terrified of Russia. But seeing Russia in this new form…she was a lot less intimidating. Actually, she was pretty cute. He felt no fear. "What will you do now?"

"I think I'll just stay inside my home for a while…" she answered.