~Another Hetalia fanfiction and, hopefully, a successful chapter story. I will be attempting to update my other stories, but for now, it shall be this. I hope you enjoy, Friends.~

Chapter 1: Iceland Is A... Girl?

Iceland POV:

You'd never expect to wake one morning and find yourself to be a bit... different.

No, not as in you switched bodies with someone or you've shrunk to the size of a bean, but as in your body just... reshaped itself.

Well, I found out, and, it's not something you'd exactly want to see in a full body mirror unless your someone like Prussia or France; a pervert.

Getting out of bed that morning, I was dead tired from the previous night, all thanks to Denmark convincing me and my brother Norway to go out drinking.

I hate drinking, but Denmark somehow convinced me to take a sip of some strong beverage and I ended up drunk before I knew it, cursed by a non-tolerant body for alcohol.

Anyways, I trudged my way to the bathroom to do the daily deed and, somehow, going to empty my bladder, something felt... strange.

There was nothing to grab, as if my penis has somehow disappeared or been removed without a trace.

Panicking, I looked down, only to have my gaze diverted by two small hills on my chest.

Breasts, as I recall them being called, or in a more inappropriate term, boobs.

Dazed, I made my way to the full body mirror I had and was shell shocked.

My pants have fallen down and lay there around my ankles, my legs and thighs almost completely bare, covering only the vital area and I was left with my shirt mostly unbuttoned, just enough for me to partially see my newly developed breasts nearly popping out.

I also noticed my hair has grown longer, seemingly reaching my lower back in white ringlets, parted down the middle.

Shakily, I slowly pulled my hands up and lifted my white button up shirt to see what was under, my face going white, then bright pink from what i saw.

Finally realizing what it is I was, I shrieked, backing away from the mirror in such a hurry that I fell down onto the hard, white linoleum floor, hitting my head against the wall.

Cursing, I rubbed my head, unwillingly going back to watching the girl in the mirror with a panicked expression.

I was... a girl.

TBC...