Hai ya'll, this story idea has been in my head for quite some time now, so I decided to write it up fully now. Regarding my other story 'Having Hetalians', I will continue it, but ima having some writers block, hope you enjoy this one is all I can say . This is only mah second FanFic, so it may not be the best in the world Q.Q XD

It was dark in, the basement. Dark and secluded. In fact, it was a very stereotypical basement, what with hard stone paving for flooring, drops of water falling here and there and very eerie lanterns that cast minimal light. There were rows upon rows of shelves along the walls that had jars full of ingredients for whatever mad concoction the owner wanted to do. In the centre of the wide room, on the floor, was an incantation circle, it had been drawn with chalk and stood out amongst the other equipment that inhabited the room.

A figure with a black cloak and book in hand walked towards the circle, an evil smirk on his face. Under said person's cloak, one could see the green fabric of a military uniform. The man approached the drawing he had done, rather large eyebrows furrowing as he thought about the spell he should cast on his 'friend'. Upon reaching the circle, the man clad in black raised his hand over the chalk circle and began chanting. It seemed to be going well, ...seemed to be... It would appear that England got the spell wrong first time, as a massive explosion took hold, sending the country flying backwards into a wall, soot now covering his hair, making it a black colour.

"Oh bloody hell! What has a guy got to do to curse someone?" He rhetorically said, aiming the excuse at the ceiling. He stood up and rubbed his back attentively, man that fall hurt. England walked back over to his circle of doom, and began chanting the correct spell this time.

Sparks whirled and flew everywhere, it seemed as though a portal was opening as swirling colours ascended into the air. England grinned evilly as his chant took affect. The spell should work the following morning thought England. That frog wouldn't see what hit him. England paced towards the stairs that led up to the main body of his house, the smirk still stained on his lips. Boy would France get a fright tomorrow morning, serves him right for trying to touch me inappropriately.

The island nation walked to his bathroom, intent of getting the soot out of his hair, however, when he reached the mirror above his sink, he had second thoughts. Having the same coloured hair as France was annoying, and well, his now black hair actually looked quite good. Making his decision, England fished around his bathroom cupboard until his hand enclosed around the object he sought; black hair dye. Of course it would only be temporary, but not sharing the same coloured hair as the frog would make him much happier. Arthur emptied the bottle onto his hair and rubbed it in, the affects were instant. Truth be told, he did look handsome with the hair colour, England smiled to himself knowingly. Tomorrow is going to be a blast. In fact, I should go and see France and see the affects myself, it would be a right old laugh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Le awesome TimeSkip of Awesomeness~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sun leaked through the window, sneaking around the curtains and landing on a hibernating nation's face. Though it was Summer, said nation generally slept for longer than the average time, but this morning, he would get a rude awakening call from the sun.

America rolled over in his bed, sprawling out across the sheets. He yawned and slowly began sitting up, he dragged a hand up to his closed eyes to rub the sleep away. Opening his eyes, America was surprised to find that, well, he could see. He looked over at his bedside table and sure enough, his glasses lay folded, waiting for that days use. Confused, America reached his hand up to see if he could clearly see his fingers. He fell out of bed at what he saw.

"No no no no, this cannot be happening dude." America said to no one in particular. He scrambled out of bed, and ran over to his mirror. It was disturbing to him how low he was now; he was tall, so suddenly standing at full height and only being the size of a large dog was worrying him. Glancing around, America found that everything seemed taller and slightly bigger than usual.

Panicking now, America skidded to a stop in front of his mirror...and almost fainted. Staring straight back at him wasn't himself, but a Wolf. America almost cried, this couldn't happen to him, he was too young to be an animal. There must be some explanation.

His new form was actually quite cool; he was slightly bigger than the average wolf, probably about an inch or so. He was a golden creamy colour, the same as a Golden Retriever actually. He still had his cowlick and replacing Texas, funnily enough, were some goggles. His fur was a lovely shiny sheen and was well kept in appearance, and unlike 'real' wolves, his eyes weren't yellow, but their usual sky blue.

America looked himself over, admiring himself now that the initial shock had vanished. He also had a bandana around his neck, that had the pattern of his flag the ol' Stripes 'n' Stars. It was this time, that he heard a scream from another part of the house. Crap America thought I forgot Canada was staying with me. God hope he hasn't changed as well.

America pelted through his mansion, following the sound of the scream. Upon reaching his brothers room, America knocked the door down, not having hands, it's not as though he could open the damn thing.

In front of his own mirror, Canada stood, trembling as he took in his appearance.

He was slightly lighter than America's fur colour, and had violet eyes. He was also clutching Kumajirou (?) to his chest. He to also had a bandana with his red Maple Leaf flag design on it. In fact, he also had the same texture of fur as America, but that's not the point.

Canada turned, and screamed as he saw the big imposing structure of a wolf in his door way. He fell backwards in to a sitting position, a flood of tears running down his cheeks. America, now over the shock of his brothers appearance, paced slowly towards him.

"Hey dude, calm down its only me"

"A-America? What happened to you? To us?" Canada asked, his voice shaking.

Surprising, America's brain functioned enough for him to actually pin-point the exact cause of this. "I'm gonna kill England" he said, an evil glint in his eyes, Canada shuddered.

But you see, it wasn't only America and Canada who had found out who had done this to them. All over the world, a select few of unlucky countries were coming to the same conclusion, that England had caused this to happen. Said few countries were now making their ways towards England's house, with very angry bosses. (God save he who committed this crime).

"America, what are we going to do?" Canada asked, now over his fright.

"Well one, we are going to call our bosses, then two, head over to Iggy's place" he now seemed to have an evil aura floating around him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At England's house~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The nation that cause all this was sitting under his kitchen table. Head buried under his paws, trembling. Only an hour ago had he called his boss over, a few more minutes and he would be getting a good telling off. It wasn't usual to tear up after a spell had gone terribly wrong, but this had come as such a shock that he hadn't got over it yet; he seemed to figure out that, if he had turned as well, it was likely that some other countries had as well. A knock at the door went unnoticed by the England that was lost in his thoughts. He didn't even register the door then opening and closing. As such, he only noticed that his boss was in the room, when there was a gasp and a shattering of plates.

"Oh my, I didn't know England had a dog. A big one at that." His boss exclaimed to himself.

"That's because I don't"

"Huh? Arthur? Where are you?" His boss began looking around, but apparently not seeing anyone else, or hearing a sound that would attract him to England's presence, his eyes widened as he looked back towards the dog-wolf thing. "A-Arthur?" he stammered.

"The one and only" the said dog-wolf thing answered glumly. This caused the boss figure dude to jump a mile and promptly break more plates.

"Arthur? What on earth happened to you?"

England's black wolf form slinked from under the table, emerald eyes looking up at his boss. Funnily enough, his large eyebrows were still there, taking up the majority of space on his forehead. "The bloody frog happened that's what." And then he was off, telling in detail of his escapade of France, and that he tried to curse him, but something went wrong somehow. At the end, he was out of breath and lapping up the welcome air.

His boss crossed his arms, and frowned angrily down at England. "So now you're telling me that I'm going to get a bloody big number of countries at my door, asking about you're failure?"

"Heh, I presume that they'll come to my door first, before I send them off to you" England said back slyly, getting back his old self.

As if on cue, his door bell rang. "Speak of the devil, well I'm screwed now aren't I?" he sighed and ran away to hide from the onslaught of questions that would surely come. Instead his boss opened the door to reveal: America, Canada and their bosses.

In the following hour the rest of the turned countries came to the door, this consisted of: Germany, Italy, France, Russia, Prussia, Romano, Spain, China, Japan and all their bosses. Surprisingly, Sealand also appeared at the door, as a wolf puppy with floppy ears. He sat firmly on the Prime Minister's lap, much to said mans annoyance.

As such, all the bosses were sitting on England's couches and chairs, the countries had to take up the floor, well they were Wolves right now...So yeah...

Italy was a bouncy wolf, about 3 inches smaller than Germany and 5 inches shorter than Russia. His fur was the same colour as his hair colour, and it was well kept and smooth. He also had a bandana that had his countries flag on it, and he also had his little curl on the side of his head, as did America have his cowlick and Romano his curl. His eyes were, for once, open to reveal amber yellow orbs.

Germany was big, one of the biggest there, with the exception of Russia, and America, who was actually the same size as him. His fur was slicked back and neat, he had his piercing icy blue eyes, that were looking for any sign of England, who hadn't shown his face yet.

Speaking of Russia, he sat next to his boss, a massive dark aura of a cloud hanging over his head. His violet eyes were, like Germany's, scanning the room for any notice of the Englishman. His fur was a grey layered texture, his white scarf wrapped around his through. He also had a bandana, though it was turned around onto his back.

Spain and Romano were bickering in the corner, they were fairly the same in size, though Spain probably had an inch on Romano. Spain's fur was bouncy and a light brown colour, Romano's a shade darker and more smooth to the touch. Likewise, they had bandana's with their respective flag on it (Where are all these coming from? O.e)

China's fur was smooth and a dark brown chocolaty colour. He had, for some reason, what looked like bandages wrapped around his legs, just above his ankle. He had his brown gaze intent and on Japan, trying to make him play with him. Japan had lovely black and shiny fur. That was extremely groomed looking, much to Kiku's delight. They two had bandana's with their flags on.

Prussia was a big white wolf with Scarlet red eyes that were staring proudly around, obviously thinking he was the best here. His black and white flag fitting well around his neck and adding contrast.

France, the technical cause of this mayhem, was looking himself over, he had flowing creamy fur that bounced elegantly over his body. His eyes were scanning his surroundings, then he went back to admiring himself, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hey, Arthur, Come on down. You should apologies" his boss shouted angrily up the stairs. After a few minutes of relative silence, the sound of feet on the stairs was heard dragging themselves to appear.

In to the room, slunk a magnificent black wolf, it's head was lowered, but his eyes, oh the eyes, they were boring into France's soul as he entered. England's lips were pulled back into a hostile snarl, clearly not noticing the astonished stares he was getting from everyone: Why was he black?

"Yo...Dude?"

Well, time to explain, England thought.

Hope chu enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know I shouldn't start this when I havn't finished my other...But...Screw the Rulez I has moneeeeey XD Until next time~