Chapter 1
In Hetalia:
As usual England was angry and doing magic in his 'well hidden' basement, which doesn't turn out well at all. This time he was particularly pissed at America because he said that the way the brit drinks, eats, and fanboys over Doctor Who is girly at the world meeting in front of everyone. So after trying to forget about it and then being reminded about this by a certain frog he decided to curse the poor American.
"So if you think I'm such a girl," England mumbled, "Then how would you like being one for a change? Matter of fact how 'bout a fangirl, I could use a few laughs." He daydreamed about America screaming over something that happened in Homestuck or RWBY, which made him giggle like an idiot. "Ah, here it is." He took out a rather fairly new book that he got from one of his brothers for his birthday that he never wanted to use sense he knew it was probably cursed or full of joke spells but he wasn't thinking straight so it didn't matter to him. All right, it says here that you need to think of the person you want to curse. Obviously, then pick something that is related to the fandom you want them to obsess over. He went upstairs and took a photo of some anime that Japan gave him. He didn't pay any particular attention to what is was of and didn't really care. Now chant these words while holding the item.
He started chanting:
"With these words I curse of the,
Who dares challenge me,
You relinquish the man
And become more female on the outside…"
As if on cue America burst through the door, "Hey Iggy I got these new movies I thought you would like to see!"
"America you wanker how many times do I have to tell-" It was just then that the Englishman realized his mistake. Before he could act a bright pink light engulfed the room blinding England and then heard a loud thump of the American fainting.
In our world:
14-year-old Emily Hop couldn't wait 'til school ended because she had anime club today and she had these new Hetalia drawings that she couldn't wait to show her friends. Come on, just ten more bloody minutes. Did I say bloody? I must be in a British mood. Well if that kid in science class didn't keep bugging me I wouldn't be so cranky. She stared at the clock until the bell rang for the dismissal. She left the classroom met up with her friend Mellissa Night or Mel for short.
"Hey Emily!" she said as cheerful as always.
"Hello mate!" Emily responded in the best impersonation of a British accent
"Are you in one of your weird moods? I hate those you always act so bipolar. What happen to set this off?"
"Oi! It's not weird and it was that wanker in science class again! He just won't stop!" Just then she heard her stomach growl and then she continued in her normal American joyful voice, "Hey do got anything to eat I skipped lunch and I'm starving!"
"Are you sure you're not bipolar?"
"Yes Mel I'm sure now lets go, we're going to be late again." They got some food from a vending machine and proceeded to anime club.
They were just having a lazy day at anime that day since the teachers who supervised it weren't there so Emily and Mel decided to compare their drawings that they drew.
"Mine is so much better just look at the cowlick and stars and stripes." Emily argued.
"Nu-uh look at the Nyotalia version of him that you drew next to Alfred she doesn't have that on her top." Mel pointed to the other figure in the drawing of Amelia F. Jones and Alfred F. Jones both doing their famous pose. Emily loves to imitate that pose so much but it never worked for her. With her long blonde braided hair with pink tips always getting in the way and for some reason her red glasses keep falling off. The pose always made her looked kinda funny but it always put a smile on her innocent face.
"Uh, Mel in her first photos she has the stars and stripes." Emily said matter-of-factly. Mel made a small o shape with her mouth.
"Well whatever mine is still better." Mel laughed playfully punching her best friend.
"Hey I got a question."
"Yeah shoot."
"I wonder what is it like to be a country. I mean to be specific, to be America."
"He probably has so many different personalities with the many cultures in America. So he probably is as bipolar as you."
"For the last time I'm not bipolar!"
"Sure tell that to: Cranky Brit, Overconfident Prussian, Hungry American, Quiet Canadian; shall I go on?"
"Shut up. Why did you even name them?"
"Um… have you noticed the accents? You know what never mind."
Emily was about to make a snide come back when all of the sudden she started having this horrible migraine. She sat down and started to rub her temples hoping that the ache would go away.
"Hey Em are you okay?"
"Yeah just a head ache." Her friend looked at Emily with concern. Mel has known Emily since they were little she'd know when her friend isn't well.
"No you're not come let me take you to the nurse."
"She's probably gone by now."
" It's still worth a shot." Seeing how her friend wouldn't give up the protective sister act she resign herself to getting up. As soon as she was fully up she had a dizzy spell and fell back down. "That's it I'm carrying you."
Seeing how she didn't want to be carried across the school Emily said, " You know what if I make a deal that I go to the doctor tomorrow morning will you stop having a seizure and just relax."
"Fine as long as you-," That's when Emily fainted and everything went black.