"Since I got beaten again at Eurovision, this is my chance to use my new spell," England muttered to himself, "Austria won't get away this time, I mean, it doesn't make any sense. I had The Beatles. The Beatles! And Queen, and all the other great British bands that the world falls in love with."
Arthur poured dark green liquid into the small cauldron in his dungeon basement. Everything was going according to plan. All he needed to do was say a few words...
"Musica et amoeni mea in sempiternum erit. Et dabo terram hanc a menstruo cyclum-"
"Bonjour!"
England stumbled over the next verse and the cauldron bubbled and the potion spilled over. Behind him, Francis had just entered through the door.
"Angleterre, what are you doing," the Frenchman sighed.
Then before Arthur could say anything, a black smoke filled the room. Arthur covered his face with his cloak, while Francis gagged on the polluted air around him. When the smoke was gone, England uncovered his face and searched the room.
Francis laid on his stomach against the cold stone floor.
"Fr-Francis? Wake up!" England urged while moving the body on his back.
As the Englishman moved the silky blonde hair out of France's face he noticed something different. His skin was still smooth, but his beard was gone. And his face was thinner and fainter looking. England looked down the body and saw a pair of breasts pushing against France's button up shirt.
"What have I done?"