Norway has woken up as a girl! Who's at fault? Will Norway go back to being a boy?
Denmark loved sneaking into Norway's room when the latter slept. He found it so cute how the Norwegian would subtly grin as he laid there, as if his dreams were peaceful. Denmark looked toward Norway's bed and crept over, observing this dreamer.
"Norge is so cute when he sleeps, he really could be mistaken as a girl...oh yeah, I did mistake him as a girl when I first met him." Denmark muttered to himself and moved onto the bed, wrapping his large arms around the Norwegian's slender frame.
The Next morning, as the sun peeked into the room, Denmark noticed something odd about Norway. Not only was his hair longer, but he had breasts!
'Has Lukas always had those?' Denmark thought. He knew Norway would still be asleep, since he wasn't considered a morning person. He was certain to wake up around noon. Denmark took a deep breath and quickly pulled Norway's pajama bottoms down, noticing something was...missing.
"Holy shit, wake up!" Denmark shook Norway awake. Norway let out a hiss and pushed Denmark away.
" No... Go away before I summon my troll and have him maim you." Norway was groggy, yet still menacing.
Denmark bellowed, "Yes, but before I leave. Fucking wake up because you are a girl!"
Norway turned over and opened an eye. "What?" Norway asked curtly, realizing his own voice was unfamiliar.
"Look down!" Denmark ordered. Norway followed suit and blinked.
"I... have breasts." Norway whispered.
"Yup. That's not all either." Denmark brushed the lengthy hair into Norway's view.
"There's another thing, but I'll let you figure that out yourself." Denmark mentioned, leading to Norway shooting up and running to the bathroom doorway. Looking into the mirror, the Norwegian shook in confusion. "I'm a girl?" Norway was having difficulty maintaining an emotionless state.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you! I mean- don't get me wrong, you're freaking hot now... But how'd this happen?" Denmark asked Norway.
"If I knew, I wouldn't be so confused, now would I?" Norway snapped at Denmark.
"I guess not! Well. I guess we should tell the others, huh?" Denmark suggested, rolling off the bed. Norway glared. Faster than Denmark could ever conceive of, She was already in front of him. Norway was far shorter as a girl, yet the aura she permitted was enough to terrify Denmark.
"If you tell any-" Norway's threat went unfinished.
"Norway you're up early! Wait... Are you Norway's sister?" it was Finland who interrupted Lady Norway. He heard Denmark's utterance and came to check on everyone- mainly to see if he needed to help hide a body. Norway let out a loud groan and proceeded toward the bathroom once more, to barricade herself in the bathroom.
"So Norway is a girl now?" Sweden questioned in disbelief. Denmark had just shared his testimony to the Nordic group.
"Yeah dude! Boobs and everything! Norge is pretty hot as a girl, but still, It's kind of weird that it just... Happened. Ya know?" Denmark, still bewildered, waved his arms around with a cold beer in-hand.
Finland decided to take action. "We need to let her know we are here for her, no matter what. I'll go get some clothes and other things she might need. Iceland, go talk to England and see if he knows anything about... This... Anyway. Sweden, come with me. And Denmark, stay here in case she opens up. Okay guys let's go!"
"Wait what about... The boss?" Denmark asked, but it was too late; everyone had left.
"Well, Norge will sort this out. After all, he- I mean, she's the smart one... I guess I should get used to saying "she" for now on, who knows when this will end. Or, if it even will end! I gotta prepare." Denmark gave himself a pep-talk and chugged the last of his beer. His next agenda was to research anything and everything about women. Denmark kept his eyes glued to his computer monitor in hopes of understanding Norway's situation.
Finland frowned, for he truly had no idea what to buy for Norway. He only knew that her favorite color was blue.
"Hi! Can I help you?" the store clerk greeted Finland and Sweden, her gaze transitioning from one to the other.
"Ah yes! my... Sister is in need of, ah, bras and underwear." Finland's nervousness was transparent in his hesitance as he continued. The clerk's facial expression lit up in surprise. "Ah. She sent me out without even giving me a clue as to what to look for! Hah... So! Can you help?" Finland forced a charming smile across his face.
"Okay! Do you know your sister's size?" the clerk asked. Finland gulped.
"No? Probably small! I mean, she's petite! I know that much... Uh, I'm going to call her really quick." Finland turned away, frantically dialing Norway's number.
"What." came Norway's monotone reply.
"Ah, I'm getting you clothes but I don't know what size you are." Finland whispered. There was a long pause.
"I'm not telling." Norway snarled. Finland's stared at Sweden with a hopeless look. Sweden snatched the phone from Finland.
"Give us the measurements. We're already here, and you'll need clothes sooner or later. Who knows how long you'll be like... This." Sweden lowered his voice.
Norway swore. "F-fine! Just hold on. I'll text Tino my sizes after I find out." She sighed and hung up. Sweden handed the phone back to Finland with a smirk.
"She'll text you once she's done measuring herself." Sweden confidently informed him.
Ten minutes later, Finland got a text from Norway. "Here's the measurements. Never ask me to do that again. I only needed Denmark's help." Finland looked over the measurements and showed them to the clerk.
"So a 32 B, for the bra size, and a small on the panties." the clerk wrote this down and led the two men to the bras. After timidly finding ones that would work for Norway, including matching panties, the boys were finally done with the hardest part, and were relieved to go find something other than undergarments.
Luckily, they found a dress that appeared similar to Norway's sailor top, and small blue shorts to match. Finland picked out a pleated blue skirt and an exact replica of Norway's shirt. They bought ten of each outfit (obviously) and found dark blue socks to go with each outfit. Lastly, Sweden found some black dress-shoes. After what felt like forever, the boys headed home.
Iceland sat awkwardly in England's house. He had asked to come in on behalf of Norway's alarming transformation, but that had been a good 5 minutes ago.
"Nor is a girl now." Iceland blurted out, causing England to choke on the scone he was consuming.
"What! How the blazes did that happen?" England regained his voice.
"You mean, this wasn't your doing?" Iceland's voice sank along with his face.
"No! Norway is an ideal acquaintance of mine, I would never cast a spell on him! Especially not one like that. However, I can see about finding a way to fix this." England contemplated. He stood up, walking past Iceland to his basement where he kept his magical wares. Iceland followed behind, watching England, in his cloak, stand in the room with a large brown book under his arm.
"Do you have anything of Norway's?" England asked.
"No. I mean, me and... Him share the same blood. But, I doubt that'll help." Iceland was unsure whether to address Norway as "him", after finding out Norway was now a girl.
"That'll do. Come here." England pulled Iceland by the arm to the middle of the spell room, and ordered Iceland remove his coat and roll up his sleeve. Iceland followed directions, and winced as England poked his right arm with a long needle. All that was required was a few drops of blood from Iceland's vein.
"Now. With this blood, extract from it the Norwegian's and let us find the truth!" England announced dramatically and dripped the blood into a cauldron. He then proceeded to mix a clear liquid in it.
"Hmm..." England stirred the concoction and watched as the blood separated.
"Ooh...?" England looked closer in as he saw a picture start to form.
"Ah... Wait... Huh...? No that can't be right." England mumbled while Iceland looked over in concern.
"What?" Iceland asked.
"A spell was definitely put on Norway, but the spell itself is strange! It was a "Id quod semper fuit" spell... Whoever conjured this did if for a reason. I have no clue why." England scratched his head.
"An "Id quote... Semper fruit..." spell? So why would it turn Norge into a female? And what kind of spell is this anyway?" Iceland looked to England in desperation for answers.
"It's pronounced "quod", and "fuit"! And, I do not know. All I can say for sure is, this spell is irreversible." England glumly faced the floor.
"So...Nor is stuck as a girl, forever?" Iceland asked in shock.
"I'm afraid so." England replied.
Denmark never thought he'd see the day that Norway would ask him for help. But here she was, asking him to measure her so she could tell Finland.
"Hey... Uh, want me to get you anything?" Denmark asked as Norway started to shrink back into her room.
"Like what?" Norway's sunken eyes wandered to Denmark.
"Like... Girl stuff?" Denmark answered with a shrug.
"No." Norway spoke in a monotone voice. She turned away in continuation to lock herself away.
Denmark frowned. He held back his strong desire to keep Norway company, in respect for her decision.
Fin
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