England cackled to himself as he chalked out a rough design on the polished hardwood floor of his hotel room This will teach that big damn kraut to be careful who he messes with!
A low chant followed by a flash of eerie purple sent him to bed feeling well satisfied " Id love to be there when he wakes up tomorrow, ah well the meeting will be soon enough"
The Kraut in question woke up precisely at 6am the next morning, his bed for once empty of a certain Italian, though he could hear muffled snores coming from the bed beside his.
Feli had been unable to attend this meeting, his boss having some business for him at home so Romano had been sent in his place.
The bitching that had occurred when he found he'd be sharing a room with Germany was phenomenal, but everyone had assumed Feli would be there and hadn t bothered changing room assignments.
Ludwig sighed to himself, yesterdays meeting had not gone well (as usual) America and England were fighting even before they got in the room, not helped by the fact that France kept adding his observations.
It had only stopped when he had physically stepped between them picking England up by the scruff and dropping him into his seat.
England had spent the rest of the meeting glaring at him and muttering dire threats under his breath, while America smirked and pulled faces when he thought he wasn t looking.
Well nothing to be gained by laying here , he thought to himself. He'd been on the receiving end of a few of Englands curses before.
First he reached behind himself , no tail, well that s a relief , next he put his hands up to his head, No ears either.
He was starting to think that maybe for once England had controlled himself but that thought died as he realised that his hair seemed to be quite a bit longer than when he had gone to bed.
As a matter of fact it was very very long, he was able to grab a mass of it and bring it around to look at.
It was still blonde, he had been braced for some weird colour but just being long was easy to deal with, a quick haircut and it would be as good as new.
Anyway it was time for his morning run, he'd just tie the hair back and deal with it once he got back, he got out of bed took two steps and promptly fell on his face as his pants fell down and tangled his feet up.
The noise woke Romano who sat up in bed cursing "What the hell are you doing you potato bastard! Do you know what time it is? Fuck!" reaching over he flicked on the light and then just stared in astonishment,
there was a girl sitting on the floor of the room wearing Germany's tank-top (that only just barely covered her assets ) and nothing else, he glanced at Germany's bed but couldn t see him "W-who are you? Where s Germany?"
Ludwig was just as astonished as Romano, he didn t recognise him? And then he looked down at himself , shooting to his feet he dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, ignoring Romano s yells.
He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, his eyes stared back at him from a face that could only be described as delicate, perfectly shaped brows, high cheekbones and a very... kissable mouth.
His hair as he already knew was long, it tumbled down over his shoulders stopping just above his, Ludwig gulped, his... breasts.
Looking at the way his shirt hung on him he was smaller then he had been and recalling that his pants had fallen off and Romano had seen him, it was probably a good thing that the shirt was long enough to preserve his modesty,
A sudden thought crossed his mind and he hesitantly lifted the hem of his shirt up, yep female all the way.
Why would England do this? Ok he could understand turning him into a female, but into one who was judging by his standards, very pretty, was beyond him. What did he hope to gain? Ludwig leaned his, her? head against the mirror and sighed.
Romano of course chose this moment to burst in demanding who she was, where was Germany and to for God's sake put on some clothes!