A/N: This fic is requested by a friend who wants to read more KorHongIce stuff. And again this is downright crack and silly XD I have no idea if I can even continue this but I've had fun writing the first chapter. I'm gonna update another multi-chapter fic first before I come back to this one. Hopefully, it isn't as bad as it seems.
By the way, another song inspiration comes from Melancholic, by Rin Kagamine :D There's an English cover on youtube.
Not sure if it's a cliffhanger in the end, but well I'll try to see what I can do for future chapters, if I'm to continue this XD You can also give me some advice. I haven't had a concrete plan yet.
Five minutes into the conference, the room was already filled with endless bickering and glass shattering. America stood on top of the table and tapped his muscular chest. With a cheese burger in hand, he continued to deliver his hero speech. England and France were currently trying to tear each other's hair off, starting with France grabbing England's eyebrows and making him shriek like a teenage girl. China had laid out on the table a variety of Chinese treats. Other members of the Asian family joined his cuisine expo as Russia sneaked up on the ancient nation and attempted to coax him into becoming one. Unfortunately, his sister Belarus caught him first and the big-nosed Russian fled dropping his faucet pipe in the process. Germany growled and stood up. He was about to slam the table and silence everyone when a certain Italian kissed him on the cheek. His face became fiery red. Japan seized the opportunity to snap a photo, alongside Hungary, whose ex-husband was playing the piano in the background while his annoying friend Prussia (who wasn't even invited to the meeting anymore but insisted on attending because he was purely awesome) was trying to mess up his keys. Switzerland got out his rifle whenever someone neared him or his sister. A timid Canadian was forgotten in one corner hugging his beloved polar bear.
Three teenagers sat quietly in a far end corner, segregated from the rest of the nations. Iceland watched his brother smacking Denmark on the head, Sweden trying to communicate with an ikea chair and Finland already packing Christmas presents. Hong Kong sat next to him, arms crossed and yawning. South Korea miraculously didn't join the chaos because he was too immersed in doodling nude women on his paper.
"Those boobs are, like, hella big," Hong Kong commented when he peeked over Yong Soo's shoulder. "No one can, like, live with that distorted proportion."
"Like Barbie, you mean?" Iceland said.
"I draw what I want da-ze!" South Korea exclaimed. His irritating curl bounced up. "Big boobs are the best! They originated in-"
"No, they don't," Hong Kong cut him off. "If anything, I'm sure as hell girls at my place have, like, bigger boobs. NATURAL boobs. Not artificial ones."
"Woah, what do you mean by that!" South Korea pouted.
"Wait, you seriously wanna compare?" Iceland said expressionlessly. "I can prove it to you Icelandic girls are way hotter."
"Oh I believe so," Hong Kong said with a smirk. "Since Icelandic guys are, like, already this hot."
Iceland's cheeks reddened. He snorted. Hong Kong chuckled.
"What's wrong with my people's breasts anyway?" South Korea protested and tapped the table.
"Nothing's wrong," Hong Kong said. "Just saying, like, they might not be real."
"Real or not. That doesn't matter da-ze! They're awesome!" The proud Korean shot his fist in the air and laughed.
"Yea, right."
The other two rolled their eyes and looked ahead. The chaos continued. It was seriously getting boring and pointless to attend the world meeting. Hong Kong didn't want to come. He was dragged there by his teacher or brother or father for that matter, China, who insisted that he helped him organise some documents and arrange his timetable (be his lackey in short). If it hadn't been Iceland's call and South Korea's constant bugging, he wouldn't have appeared in these boisterous events. He would have stayed home, finished his work, earned a few billions and then lazed about for the entire afternoon. That was way better than sitting in a noisy, dangerous room somewhere in London.
"I'm done," Hong Kong piped up. He stood up and glanced down at his two close friends. "I'm, like, heading out for a bit. You guys coming or not?"
"Sure," Iceland said. "But where?"
"No idea yet." Hong Kong shrugged.
"I know! We should go to the bar or something da-ze! Hook up with some girls and get laid!" South Korea suggested. "Those with big boobs."
Hong Kong smacked him with a stack of documents.
"We can, like, walk around London a bit. Used to live here. I still know a couple of places we can, like, spend a decent afternoon in."
"Cool," Iceland said and stood up. "Let's go then."
"What's wrong with going to the bar?" The disgruntled Korean tagged along with a pout.
"Any ideas that come from you are wrong," Hong Kong said.
"That's plain mean da-ze!" Korea whined and draped his arms around the other two boys.
"You sure you can sneak out?" Hong Kong asked, glimpsing Norway in the distance.
"Oh please, I do what I want. He has no control over me, okay?" Iceland grunted.
"Good, I'm not, like, worrying about you," Hong Kong said. "I worry about my safety. Last time you hung out with us, Norway, like, sent a troll to track us down."
"I've already promised you that it won't happen again!" Iceland blushed and dragged his two friends towards the door.
They almost reached the door when a sudden beam of light struck Hong Kong's back. The three teenagers halted. South Korea and Iceland both scooted away a little as light blinded them. Hong Kong covered his eyes with his hands. Light engulfed the city state. His body tensed up. His limbs felt numb and weird. He collapsed to the ground.
"Leon!" His two friends quickly dashed over to him.
When the light finally disappeared, Hong Kong was curled up on the floor.
"Leon, are you okay da-ze?" South Korea shook him.
Iceland looked around the conference room, suddenly realising that it was exceptionally quiet. Everyone had stopped fighting and dropped whatever they had in hands. They all gazed at them in bewilderment. He caught the disturbing sight of England dressed as Britannia Angel floating in one corner with a wand.
Hong Kong groaned and sat up. Everyone gasped.
Iceland and South Korea blinked incredulously at their friend. Hong Kong, oblivious to the commotion, shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Strange. The suit had gotten so much bigger and the sleeves were way too long.
Hong Kong frowned. Why was everyone looking this way with curious eyes?
"Hong…" Iceland stammered and pointed to his friend. "You…are…a girl."
Hong Kong stared down at her body. Her eyes widened. She jumped up. The pants almost slid down. She pulled them up and glared at England, who let out an apologetic chuckle and pointed to France, his original target. Apparently, France had dodged and the magic beam hit Hong Kong instead.
"You!" Hong Kong growled and stomped up to her previous guardian. "Why would you, like, do that?"
"Easy there, champ," England said and put up his hands in defence. "It was an accident!"
"An accident!" China trod towards England. He pushed Hong Kong aside and yanked England by his white dress. "Turn Hong Kong back to normal this instant!"
"Come on!" Hong Kong urged, starting to get uncomfortable with all the unnecessary attention he was gaining from the crowd.
"I can't! This spell will wear off itself in a week!" England said. "Relax, it does no harm!"
"Aiyah! You and your stupid magic!"
China growled and tackled England to the ground. A fight ensued. America started laughing. Russia watched in amusement. France attempted to touch Hong Kong. Iceland and South Korea dragged her away in time. They fled the conference room after Germany went berserk and bawled at everyone.
Hong Kong was sure she had brought her lucky charm with her. The fortune cookie she had eaten earlier also predicted a fairly peaceful day.
"Damn it," she cursed and glanced down at her body. They had retreated to the hotel. She headed straight into her room and looked into the mirror. Her dark brown hair had gotten much longer. It reached down to her hips. Her eyes had gotten larger, her waist much thinner and then…
"What the hell?"
She cupped her breasts in dismay.
"This is ridiculous," she huffed and went out of the bathroom. She dug into the drawer and rummaged in her suitcase. With much ado, she found a T-shirt that was long enough to cover her hips. She couldn't find any pants that fitted her. Just then, Taiwan knocked on the door. She opened the door slightly, allowing a small crack for interactions.
"What now," Hong Kong muttered.
Taiwan giggled.
"Oh drop it, Mei. It's not funny, okay?"
"Can I see you?"
"No," Hong Kong rejected promptly.
"Oh come on, you look cute!" Taiwan chuckled.
"I know you've, like, come to take photos for Japan," Hong Kong said. "So, I'm, like, not falling into your trap, cheeky spy."
"Miserly." Taiwan pouted and tossed a bag at her "sister". "There, figure you won't find any clothes fitting. Here you go."
Hong Kong caught the bag and smiled.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome," Taiwan said with a smirk. "Now let me take one picture."
Hong Kong sighed, "Fine."
She changed into the black leggings and a pair of white boots Taiwan had lent her. She let Taiwan snap one photo and shooed her away.
"Curse you, Arthur," Hong Kong grumbled and cracked her knuckles. "I'm, like, gonna set your house on fire for sure."
Another knock came shortly on the door.
"What's it now, Mei?" Hong Kong opened the door and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm not Mei," Iceland stated plainly.
"I can, like, see you're not," Hong Kong said. Now, Iceland was a head taller than her, much to her discontent. Needless to say, South Korea looked even taller. The two almost towered over her. She had to look up at her companions.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Breast detection~"
Hong Kong gasped when a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.
"Wow! It's a C-cup!" South Korea exclaimed. Iceland dropped his jaw. Hong Kong scowled and kicked the Korean right in the stomach. Yong Soo flew backwards and landed at the end of the corridor with a whimper.
"Fuck you, Im Yong Soo!" Hong Kong yelled.
"Just checking da-ze…" South Korea crawled back up in defeat and tittered.
"Go to hell!" Hong Kong snarled and noticed that Iceland was, too, peeking at her breasts.
"Ice?"
Iceland looked back at Hong Kong and blushed immensely.
"Geez, you two are, like, both perverts!" Hong Kong covered her breasts protectively and glared at the two boys.
"I'm not!" Iceland's face got redder.
"Just admit they're awesome da-ze!" South Korea laughed and patted Iceland's back. Iceland punched him in the arm. South Korea pinched him back. They started teasing and fighting each other.
"Guys, what do you, like, want?" Hong Kong growled, interrupting their skirmish. "You didn't, like, just come to see my breasts, huh?"
"No!" Iceland yelped.
"I did da-ze!" South Korea admitted.
"Right, you can go home now," Hong Kong said. "I have, like, so much to deal with after this."
"He's lying," Iceland said and stepped on South Korea's foot. The boy let out a cry. "We're here to ask if you wanna hang out or something."
"Hang out?"
"Yea, you said you wanted to hang out da-ze!" South Korea said. "Back in the conference room."
"Now?" Hong Kong stared in disbelief at the other two. "In this condition?"
"I see nothing wrong with that," Iceland said.
"I seriously don't want to walk out to the street like this."
"You look gorgeous da-ze! No worries!"
"Cut it out," Hong Kong sighed. "I'm tired."
"A drink might help," Iceland suggested.
"We don't get to hang out often da-ze," South Korea said. "After two weeks, we'll get so busy!"
Iceland nodded. Hong Kong saw their point. Other than occasional gatherings, the only times they could ever hang out together were during world meetings or important summits. That was one reason why he would even bother to come in the first place.
"Right," Hong Kong said. "Just give me a moment. I'll, like, get my wallet and stuff. Wait at the lobby, okay?"
"Cool," Iceland said and left with the hyperactive Korean.
They eventually followed Yong Soo's suggestion and went to a bar. Hong Kong was starting to think this entire genderbending ordeal wasn't so bad after all. She actually got free drinks after the bartender whistled and winked at her.
"Hot chicks get unlimited supply of free drinks!"
"That's so not fair," Iceland said.
"Wanna, like, swap places with me?" Hong Kong smirked, taking a big swig of her cocktail.
"No, thanks," Iceland muttered.
"So, what should we call you now da-ze?" South Korea nudged her.
"How about Leona?"
"Thought you would go with Orchid or something." Iceland giggled. His face started to turn crimson.
"Or Bauhinia!" Yong Soo teased. Hong Kong smacked him. He laughed more and pulled her into a bear hug.
"Even better, Victoria!" Iceland laughed.
"Stop it, you two!" Hong Kong glowered at them. Both guzzled down their beer and laughed.
"It's about time we tease you back," Iceland said.
"Revenge da-ze!" South Korea snickered.
The two boys laughed but their faces were soon met with a splash of water. They gasped and blinked at each other. Both were drenched from head to chest. Hong Kong smiled victoriously and waved the empty glasses in the air.
"Why you!" Iceland frowned and splashed Hong Kong with his own drink. The girl ducked and chuckled.
"No one messes with my handsome face da-ze!" South Korea joined in and soon, the three were attacking one another.
After ten broken glasses and more wasted drinks, the three intoxicated teens got kicked out of the bar. They laughed and swayed in the street. South Korea danced around street lamps and performed a Gangnam style around a pole. The other two laughed and took pictures of him.
"This is, like, going straight to Facebook," Hong Kong said, typing on her phone gleefully.
Iceland was singing in his own native language. His friends understood none of his words and thought that he was summoning evil spirits from the underworld. Hong Kong tossed a firecracker into the alleyway and it exploded. Sparks shot up and burnt the wall of an apartment building. The dweller switched on the light and dashed out to the balcony. He yelled some profanities. They all burst into laughter and ran away.
They got back to Hong Kong's hotel room (she had picked a room especially far away from China and with excellent Feng Shui too) because Iceland's room was right next to Norway's and South Korea's was near Japan's. They absolutely did not need to receive any complaints the next day. The three decided to continue with some video games. They couldn't play properly because they were all pretty inebriated. All they ever did were punching random buttons on the controllers and laughing whenever some characters (even their own ones) got shot.
At some point, South Korea played his K-pop music aloud. Iceland passed around his favourite licorice but Hong Kong tossed it away, claiming it tasted awful. Iceland scowled and hurled a pillow at her. She hurled it back but it hit South Korea instead. Soon, they were waging a pillow war, trying to take one another down on the mattress.
They ended up panting and lying next to one another on the king-sized bed. They stared at the ceiling and the floating feathers.
"I don't, like, wanna sleep yet," Hong Kong said. It had been a while since she had so much fun. She thought about all the administrative work that piled up in her office and the endless all-nighters she had to pull after she returned home. The more she thought of her busy, monotonous life as a city state, the more she didn't want the night to end. The other two probably thought the same. They were both nations with great responsibilities. The only time they could allow themselves a break was downright precious, even though they were immortal.
"You know…we haven't done that in a while da-ze," South Korea muttered.
"You're right," Iceland echoed. Normally, he wouldn't be the one initiating it. But hell was he drunk.
There was a code between nations. They all knew romance was condemned and relationships were never long-lasting. One could make a friend overnight. Anyone could turn into an enemy soon after. However, at the end of the day, they all had needs to be satiated. They would resort to one another and hang out with those they felt like to stay with. These common interests could range from economic ties and political diplomacy to sex. They called these "partners with benefits".
"Pent up, huh?" Hong Kong laughed. "Thought you, like, had a harem, Yong Soo."
"I was making that up da-ze." South Korea giggled. "Just to make you two jealous!"
"Well, you failed miserably," Iceland said.
"What doesn't he, like, fail in?" Hong Kong teased.
"Like pleasuring you two?" South Korea snickered. He rolled over to the other two and sat up on bed.
"You really wanna do it, huh?" Iceland smirked.
"Why not?" South Korea shrugged. "We had fun last time!"
"But Leon, I mean, Leona is-"
"I'm fine," Hong Kong said with a sly grin. "To be honest, I've, like, always wondered what it feels like to do this as a girl."
"Cool! Last time you topped, it's our turn now da-ze!"
"Oh, who says a girl can't top?" Hong Kong smiled smugly and took off her T-shirt. The other two stared speechlessly at her voluptuous top.
They exchanged a glance and chuckled.
"We'll see."
oOo
Hong Kong was greeted with a migraine the next morning. She sat up but decided that she couldn't take it. The hangover was too much. She slumped back down on the mattress. Iceland woke up and noticed that she was rubbing her temples.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yea, just exhausted," she mumbled.
South Korea bounced up and yelled "morning" to his two partners.
"She isn't feeling well," Iceland said.
"Oh, then we shall serve you breakfast in bed da-ze!" South Korea giggled.
"Good idea," Iceland said. He slid out of bed and gathered his clothes on the ground. "Better take a shower first. I'll come back in twenty minutes."
"Yea, I'm cool with it," South Korea said, picking up his own dress shirt and pants. "You rest a little da-ze?"
"Just go and, like, get your things done fast." Hong Kong gestured for the two to leave. After they left, she went into the bathroom and took a long, hot bath. Her head stopped throbbing afterwards. She climbed out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. She dressed herself in another over-sized T-shirt and changed into a pair of sandals. It took her ten minutes to dry her hair. When everything was done, she climbed back into her bed and rested. She was glad they didn't have a world meeting that day. She could sleep for the whole day.
Iceland and South Korea came back after an hour. She had just finished another nap.
"What took you guys so long?" she complained.
"Oh, we got downstairs to get some food from the buffet section," Iceland said. They were holding a number of lunch boxes and plates.
"This hotel's food is delicious da-ze!" South Korea said.
"We're in England," Hong Kong reminded.
"I know, but their all-day breakfast is fine," Iceland said with a smile.
"How's your headache?" South Korea asked.
"It's much better now."
Hong Kong leapt out of bed and strode towards the table. She sat down on a chair. The other two joined her and they started eating.
For the next couple of days, the three of them attended meetings together and hung out as usual. People had gotten over Hong Kong's genderbending incident. After all, it was a well-known fact that England sucked at magic and they had long lost counts of the accidents triggered by his spells. Those meetings were as tedious and chaotic as ever. The three teenagers would usually sneak out. Once, they got discovered by their older brothers and received a good hour of scolding. Iceland would pretend to be listening to Norway but was in fact daydreaming in his Puffinland. Hong Kong was obviously not listening to China. She never bothered with his lectures to begin with. She would keep nodding her head as if she understood his point and plan out what firecrackers to throw into England's backyard. South Korea undoubtedly was never one to be lectured. He would whine and argue back and then claim China's non-existent breasts until the older nation had to give up talking sense into him and flee the scene before he got harassed again.
The week passed quickly. They went sight-seeing and photo-taking while they were free. They drank at night (in a different bar, of course). They got into trouble several times. South Korea got a fine for speed-driving. They nearly got arrested after spraying graffiti on some walls and vandalising the local bins.
Soon, it was time for Hong Kong to turn back into a boy. She was so pleased with it. She wouldn't deny that having sex as a girl was a rather unique and enjoyable experience.
"But I, like, want my dick back," she said.
The other two stared at her in shock. They were always amazed by how blatantly she talked. Obviously, genderbending did nothing to the personality.
"I'll miss your breasts da-ze," South Korea whined and attempted to grope her. She delivered another infamous Kung Fu kick and sent him flying to the wall.
Iceland stifled a laugh.
"You know," Iceland mumbled, "you…er…"
Hong Kong glanced at him and cocked her brows.
Iceland frowned, blushed and then turned away.
"I what?"
"Nothing."
"Say it."
She pinched him. He scooted away and grunted.
"Look pretty good like that…" he trailed off.
She blinked.
"So, like, you mean I didn't look good before?"
"That's not what I mean!" Iceland pouted.
She laughed.
"Hong Kong as a boy is still fabulous da-ze!" South Korea butted in and hugged her. "But it's easier to hug you when you're so tiny and soft!"
"I'm not tiny," she yelled and smacked him upside the head.
"Yes, you are," Iceland had to agree. She looked adorable nonetheless. A petite body but an extremely strong mind.
Hong Kong glimpsed the clock and prayed for the light to appear.
Yet, minutes passed and hours came. Nothing happened.
"What the hell?" she growled after waiting for six hours. The two boys had gotten tired after watching a Disney marathon and fell asleep on the table.
Hong Kong stormed out of her hotel room and headed straight to England's. She banged on the door hard. When she received no response, she kicked open the door.
"ARTHUR!" she bellowed, fists ready to collide with his face.
England walked out of the bathroom in panic. His face paled when he saw the damaged door lying on the ground.
"What…why did you…bloody wanker! You just blasted my door!"
"Great to see you," Hong Kong said and walked up to England. "Explain why I, like, still haven't turned back yet."
"What?" England scanned the girl from head to toe. His brows furrowed.
"That's weird," England said. "It's way past the time. The spell should have worn off."
"Exactly," Hong Kong said. "Then, why am I, like, still a freaking chick?"
"I don't know…"
Hong Kong glared at the man and raised her fist. "You, like, want me to ask teacher to come, don't you?"
"Wait!" England gasped. "I'll check, okay? No need to get mad, my dear."
He asked her to take a seat on the couch and went to the shelf. He grabbed a couple of his spell books and started looking through them. Hong Kong stamped her foot impatiently. After an hour or two, England snapped his fingers. Hong Kong had dozed off on the couch. She woke up and beamed.
"You, like, found the way to fix me?"
"No…" England frowned, still holding the spell book. He stared at Hong Kong solemnly.
"What?" she asked.
"Um…" A slight blush appeared on England's face as he cleared his throat. "It's better for you to…er…sit down first."
"What's going on?"
She had prepared for the worst. Either she would never turn back into a boy or something awful had to be done to reverse the spell. She sighed and sat back down calmly. There was no use lashing out at England. It wouldn't make things better. She might as well accept the cruel fate.
"I want to ask you," England said and fidgeted with the book. "Have you…er…I know you're old enough to do those things but-"
"Just ask," Hong Kong urged and crossed her arms.
"Have you engaged in any sexual activities recently?"
Hong Kong gawked at the blond. One of her eyes twitched.
"For the past few days," England added.
"What… Why would you, like, have to know!" Hong Kong stood up, her cheeks burning.
Even if he had been her previous guardian, it gave him no right to poke his nose into her private life.
"Because this might explain why you can't turn back into a boy!" England said and shook her shoulder. "Tell me, did you have sex with someone?"
"Yes, so?" Hong Kong grunted.
"Oh…" England gulped and slammed his book shut.
"What's going on? Tell me! What does having sex, like, have to do with the spell?"
"It says on the book that the only case where you can't turn back into a boy is because you're-"
"What?"
England sighed. He really didn't want to say it. He didn't know how she would react. And he absolutely didn't want to face this uncanny truth either.
"You're pregnant."