Chapter 1: Today's forecast: It's raining Women.

"DOITSU! DOITSU!"
Germany's ice-blue eyes yanked open at the sound of his (annoying) Italian friend in distress.

He pulled himself out of bed angrily, grumbling quite unpleasant things under his breath as he walked over to the other side of the room, towards the dorm bathroom. When he opened the door, he was shocked. Where there was supposed to be his pasta-loving, overly-loving friend, he was face to face with a girl. Yes, a shirtless, half-naked girl.

"Doitsu!" She screamed, lunging herself at her blonde friend, much to his despair. "It happened to you too!" She said pouting.

The german stared at the brunette in a state of shock and yelled at her, "First thing, vhy za hell are you a gi-" she never finished her sentence before she clutched her throat, clearly panicked "Vait, mein gott... Vhat is wrong with my voice..?"

"Ve~! You're a girl too, Germany!" Feliciano squealed, squeezing Ludwig to the point where she could no longer breathe.

Ludwig ran over to the mirror, and fell to the ground unconscious, after gazing upon his reflection. Staring back at him, was not his usually manly and strong physique, with beach-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, but a women. A women with long, blonde hair that touched her butt, and large breasts and admittedly- an overall gorgeous appearance.

~A little bit later~

Germany awoke to Italy's worried face gazing at her. "You're awake! Ve~!" she said planting an unwanted kiss on his cheek. "Ugh! Italy vould you please get off of me?" the german responded gently pushing the overly happy Italian of off her.

However, when she stood up, she was greeted with a highly unpleasant surprise. Feliciano and her were not alone in their small room, oh no, there were what seemed like 30 other countries ioutside the bathroom, all of them female, and all of them arguing profusely over who was responsible for the incident.

"I blame you, Iggy!" America yelled, her blue eyes staring at the English women in front of her in an indigenous manner.

"Oh, of course you do, you think everything is my fault, Alfred!" Arthur, the British women replied, clearly hurt by Alfred's accusations.

"Ohohonohonohon!" The two blondes turned around to see a beautiful Frenchwomen amused at the two in such a state of anger, her blonde hair pinned up beautifully.

"Oh, what exactly would you be laughing about now, you frog?" Arthur yelled at her.

The Frenchwomen shot a fake and mocking hurt face at the other lady, and replied in a careless tone, "Well, normally I do not agree with the annoying American... But, she does have a point, mon amie. You were responsible for the other twelve mishaps that have happened so far this year." She ended her short speech by dramatically shutting her small handheld mirror with a snap, and shoving it in a fashionable tote along with her freshly-applied, red lipstick.

The three female countries continued to argue and yell at one another, clearly intent on blaming any country that came to their mind. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, a girl with long whitish-blonde hair and crimson red eyes was annoying the brunette women beside her.

"You're soooo lame, Roddy." She said poking the musician in the arm multiple times.

"Leave me alone, Gilbert." She replied calmly, although it was apparent that she was deeply annoyed at the self-proclaimed, "awesome" nation.

"Pfffttt. As if. The awesome me enjoys bothering the totally un-awesome you. So, I will continue to bother you. Kapeche?"

The Austrian women was about to make a rather rude response, but at that exact moment, the dorm door was slammed upon, revealing the used-to-be-female nations standing in the doorway, looking furious.

Everyone in the room instantly stopped arguing, looking at the now-male countries in shock.

"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS!?" Hungary yelled holding her beloved weapon, (a frying pan), up in the air threateningly.

After her outburst, the room was quite for a good 2 seconds, until the silence was broken by the estranged red eyed women's laughter.

"Kesesesesese~ You're a man, hungary! It's like we're little again, haha!"

Soon enough, instead of laughing, the Prussian was rubbing her head after taking a particularly nasty blow on the head, via frying pan.

"Ouch! That was totally not awesome, Liz." she remarked in pain.

The room started in uproar again, everyone returning to their arguments. While a certain tall, blonde, Russian women was running away from her creepy, obsessive little "brother".

"BECOME ONE WITH ME IVAN!" He screamed grabbing her hair, so she could no longer run away.

"No! Leave me alone , Natalia!" She yelled, her usually fearless face looking completely terrified.

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" All the heads in the room, (male and female), turned to look at the german woman who looked furious. "HOW ABOUT VE ALL SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ZIS LIKE NORMAL HUMANS, OK?"

The countries obeyed the angry woman, and gathered n a giant circle, many of them still looking outraged.

"Okay. So who is responsible for all... zis?" Ludwig asked, motioning with her hands the room full of gender-swapped teens.

"That's the problem, aru." A short Chinese woman responded, "We don't know."

Authors note~

Duh, Duh, Duh! *cue dramatic music*

Ok, so this is my first ever fanfiction, and I doubt anyone will read this, haha. So, I'd love any advice or reviews, since I plan on making more chapters. And, Im really sorry if it sucks :(.

Translations:

Doistu- Japanese for "Germany"

Mein Gott- German for "My God"

Mon amie- French for "My friend"

*Also: I'm not sure as to why Italy is shirtless. But he's Italy, he's never been very normal, has he?*