I got this idea from a rp that my deviantart friend Heycat9 came up with, though with a few tweaks.

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England coughed as the smoke cleared from his latest spell, he had been sorting his library of spell books when he found a piece of old paper with a spell written on in sticking out of a book he didn't really use that much. He didn't know what the spell did so he had to try it out...once he could see clearly again he remembered why the spell was hidden... It was a spell that turned people of a certain nature within a certain radius into females until they did something only females can do.

"Bloody hell! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" he or should I say she, cried smacking herself in the forehead.

The last time she had used this spell had been just before becoming a pirate, she managed to woo France well enough to get into his pants and get pregnant. Having a baby was the only way to turn back after all. Then she bartered passage to an unknown land with Vikings where some of locals from different tribes who were apparently having some kind of meeting helped her deliver twin sons. He had entrusted his sons to one tribe each and left knowing he couldn't go home with them, too many questions. After a while he had figured they had died but then he saw America for the first time and felt that he had been given a second chance to raise at least one of his babies. The day America had declared independence was one of the proudest and saddest days of England's life.

When he learnt that people mistook his older son; Canada, for his younger brother who had been born three days later or just didn't notice him. He followed the trend though he knew which was which.

She sighed...deep down in her/his heart she/he did love France, she/he was just afraid of him pushing her/him away. She looked up when her phone started ringing.

"Hello?" she asked trying to sound as much like her normal self as she could.

"Iggy! I suddenly turned into a chick!" England felt herself sweat drop, one of her kids was a Uke?

"A-America?" the Brit asked nervously.

"Who the hell else would it be ya ass!" yelled the blond at the other end a bit of her southern drawl coming into play due to panic, "Mattie's a chick too!"

England wanted to cry...she had cursed her only children and for them to turn back she would end up a grandmother.

"Who else is with you?"

In the background she could hear who she guessed was Canada talking with some others, how could she forget that he arranged a trade meeting at her country side home today?

"Mattie of course, the Italy brothers turned sisters and-," replied America before the phone was taken from her by a certain Asian nation.

"Is this some kind of joke England?" snapped China, "It's bad enough you turned me into a girl but Alfred too? Ivan's gonna freak!"

England chocked on her spit, "You're in a threesome with America and Russia!"

China blinked, she knew that America was once a set of English colonies but this reaction was extreme...almost motherly. But most nations didn't have mothers. She was very curious about this but first things first, turning back to male.

"I'll see you when you get here and explain everything," England told her.

"Ok," said China before hanging up and relaying the message.

England sighed, "I need some tea..."

Suddenly the door opened, "Angleterre, I'm here for the meeting...Who are you?"

"F-France!" she squeaked.

"Angleterre?...Why do you have breasts?"

England covered her chest, "I...I cast a spell that I had hidden a long time ago...I've only used it once before..."

"How did you turn back?" asked France watching the Brit fidget.

"I'll tell you when the other's get here...the spell didn't effect just me this time," England said rubbing her arm nervously.

France nodded and took a seat, jumping up when Romano burst in, grabbed England by the shirt, and started shaking her demanding to be turned back.

"Lovino, put Angleterre down now," France said grabbing Romano's wrist.

Romano yelped, dropped the now swirly eyed England and hid behind Canada who sweat dropped.

"Never expected you to stand up for me, Frog," England said getting up and dusting off.

France had noticed ever since England had gone missing a few centuries ago his "nickname" had lost a lot of it's old bite. Sure it sounded the same to everyone else but France could tell something had changed.

"So how do we change back?" asked Italy.

England sighed, "We have to give birth."

"What?!" cried the other male turned females.

France looked at her, "You said that you had done this before...what happened to the baby you had the first time?"

Before their eyes she broke down crying, "I...I had twins, twin boys, I had gone to the Americas on a Viking ship and had them there. I gave one baby each to the two tribes that had helped me..."

"Are...are they still alive?" asked Italy helping the crying Nation to her feet.

"They are but they don't know the truth..."

"Alfred and Matthew are your sons...aren't they?" guessed China.

England nodded, shocking the two siblings, "I was so scared...I thought my baby was dead because I couldn't hear him crying at first and I hadn't turned back...Three days later, I had two healthy baby boys and was back to my old self."

She went over and hugged the two, "I'm sorry I kept it from you to...I'm sorry for not saying I could see you Matthew...I'm sorry for it all."

The two could feel the tears wet their clothes and hugged England...their mother.

"Ok...so who's fucking the baby daddy?" asked Romano crossing her arms.

"I think I know," said France walking to England and petting her head, "I thought you sounded familiar...I never forgot that one night we shared."

"Wow, we have a mom and dad Mattie, who knew?" said America nudging her twin.

Canada didn't answer, she was too busy hugging her family and crying too.

"No more tears my dears," France said drying his family's faces including America's who didn't know she had started to cry, "We have to get you some proper clothing. I'll pay for you three, to make up for the time I missed."

England opened her mouth to protest but France kissed her, shocking not only her but the others. After a bit she started to kiss back making Italy cheer which made them break the kiss and blush.

"Enough mush, we got shopping and stuff to do. If I'm gonna have a kid with the Tomato Bastard I wanna at least wanna give him a hell of a good show," said Romano making her sister give her a funny look.

"What?"

"You're sleeping with big brother Spain? Francis, you owe me thirty euros!" cheered Italy.

France groaned, "Oui, oui, I'll pay you in a bit. First shopping."

The group pilled into a van that America and the others had rented and headed to the nearest mall.

After getting the necessary underwear they hit various shops, picking up clothes, everyone except Canada.

"What's the matter?" England asked worried about her oldest child.

Canada sighed, "I don't see a reason for me to bother getting anything to wear. No one notices me and I'm totally single. You have Papa, Alfred has Yao and Ivan, Lovino has Antonio and Feliciano has Ludwig. I rather just wear my normal clothes. They'll still fit fine."

"But!" protested England.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be in the car..." she said walking off.

Romano sighed, "She needs a boyfriend."

"We could give her a makeover!" cheered Italy.

"That's a start. Maybe we should set her up on a blind date with someone," suggested China.

"The question is who's good enough for Matthew?" said America crossing her arms and tilting her head.

"There aren't that many nations that can really see him...even fewer who are single...actually only one..." said France, "But I'm not sure Arthur will approve."

"Who is it?" asked the Brit sighing.

"Gilbert."

"You mean Luddy's brother; Prussia?" asked Italy.

France nodded.

England groaned, "What about Cuba?"

"Cuba mistakes him for me...he's done it and attacked him at least twice! Once when he had invited him over, Mattie told me," explained America.

"Oh...fine!" said England, "Lets get some stuff to give her a make over. We can claim it's for a slumber party."

So a few days later the males turned females were at England's house, there were all kinds of kinds of sweets and goodies set up.

"Who's idea was this?" asked Canada.

"We all thought it would be fun. We have yummy treats, we can do make overs, watch movies," said China who was wearing red-violet and white pajamas, the bottoms only reaching her knees.

America was just wearing a blue sports bra and boy shorts, England and Italy had spaghetti strap night gowns in dark blue and purple, Romano was in a black short sleeve pj set with the same length bottom as China. Canada was in in her favorite white pajamas though she had to roll up the sleeves some.

"I guess this is part of my life from now on..." sighed Canada.

England sighed, she really hated seeing Canada do this.

"You're not unlovable...all you need is some touching up and you'll be beating guys off with a stick!" said America grinning.

"Let's do Truth or Dare first then make-overs!" suggested Italy, pulling an empty soda bottle from her bag.

The others figured out what the bottle was for, but Canada didn't know the others planned to use the game to A) agree to the make-over if she didn't previously and B) to find out if Canada liked Prussia cause of the blind date. Italy spun it, everyone watched as it spun around before pointing at China.

"Vee~ Truth or dare?"

China thought for a moment, "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss America!" said Italy, "On the lips!"

America and China before they kissed which turned into a full make out session.

"You forgot they were lovers didn't you?" asked Romano.

Canada respectfully averted her eyes as England sighed.

"I thought they were both with Russia. Not with each other too," whined Italy.

America and China both sat up looking, pleased with themselves.

"Your turn, Yao," said America smiling.

So it when on; Romano confessed to have been sleeping with Spain for a couple months before the incident, Italy was dared to go an hour with out talking about pasta, America had to try to sing her national anthem back words and Iggy had to be dared to agree to letting them wax her eyebrows, course Iggy could use magic to grow them right back. Finally it landed on Canada.

"Truth or dare, Matthew?"

The Canadian thought for a moment, "Truth."

"Is there anyone you have a crush on, if so who?"

Canada blushed and whispered a name.

"What was that?" asked America getting closer.

"I like Prussia ok! He actually knows who I am and talks to me!"

The others grinned.

"Makeover time!" cried Italy before the group pounced on poor Canada.

TBC