Chapter 1
Don't own Hetalia.
The conference meeting was going on like normal with arguments between nations all over. The nations that started the whole situation were England and France and now they were fighting. England pulled out his wand (stick with a star) and started to chant until a bright light engulfed the room. Everything seemed normal after the light cleared until a very feminine groan was heard from Italys chair. Their sitting where italy once sat was a young Italian girl. She had long red-brown hair tied up in a pony tail with the signature italy curl, her outfit was form fitting with long laced boots that accented her legs. Her hands were rubbing her temple showing that her head hurt. Finally someone spoke.
"Um Itary-san don't panic but Engrand has transformed you into a girl."
"What do you mean? Who are you? Who are all of you?!"
"England! Did you erase his memory's too aru~!"
"What? Did you say England! Where is she?"
"She?"
"Well of course! She has long light blond hair in straight pigtails with a light blue dress with a apron."
"Italia vhat are you talking about?! England has avays been male and looked like this!"
"No she hasent! I think I know what England looks like I've known her long enough to know what she looks like!"
" What the hell! What did you do to Mio Fretello bastard?!"
"Wow you sound like my sorella! Where is she accually? Roma! Roma! Lovina! Hey where's germany and Japan? We were eating ice cream and now their gone and I'm here with a whole bunch of people I don't know! Oh did you kidnap me? Germany! Germany! I've been kidnapped by crazy guys! Help me Germany! I don't like this! I want to go home! Germa-"
" Enough! Italia I don't know vhat has gotten into you or vhy you think you are kidnapped or even vhy you thought england was a girl but enough is enough!"
Everyone was silent and just staring at what was first chaos but now just frozen nations staring a Germany. The now female italy was staring at Germany with wide eyes, not quite comprehending what just happened or what was going on. Germany was breathing heavy and his hands were flat against the table after his rant. England was staring from where he was arguing with France and America over what his spell did, and China was on the side holding his "Chinese tasty treats" as he would call them. Japan was sitting silently in his chair trying to figure out why italy was so confused, and Russia was just sitting in his chair smiling at the Baltic nations who were shivering in fear, Poland was standing in front of Lithuania with his had held out, Greece was sleeping through it all as usual and switzerland was standing protectively with his shot gun in front of Liechtenstein. The other nations were sitting or starting to sit after getting over their initial shock and walking away from the age old grudges they had (not that the grudges were over a fact proven by Fruk often).
"Wow! Are you german? Because you yell like Maria!"
Done with the first chapter and I hope you like it! Let me know if I should continue this story or not hasta la pasta~ as italy would say.