Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor its characters.

Description: Pretty much what the title says. America wakes up to find out that his dick has magically transformed into a vagina. However, before reading, please take note that this does not feature Nyo!America or Trans!America. Technically, he's a "cuntboy." I know that word has been controversial as of late, but that is the name of the fetish. This is similar to the use of "dickgirl." Basically, a "cis"-dude with a vagina. I just thought this needed to be said so readers know what's exactly going on here. Also, both human and country names are used.

Anyway, this is my first fic and there's still more chapters to come, and it will get sexually graphic after this one. So, on with the show!


It all started on the day of the world meeting. Alfred had groggily gotten out of his hotel bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom to release the pressure in his full bladder. When he reached to pull his dick out from his pajama pants and found that it wasn't there was when he freaked the fuck out.

After screaming and almost falling completely backwards if he didn't manage to catch the sink in time, Alfred gave himself a moment to assess his situation.

Hesitatingly, he once again reached down to his crotch with a shaky hand and felt around the area. Not only was his dick missing, but so were his balls. In their place were moist folds in which Alfred concluded that he must now have a cunt.

"So, I'm a chick now?" Alfred thought, trying not to panic. To test his theory, he turned to the mirror and lifted his t-shirt up. He let out a long-held breath after seeing that he did not have a pair of tits. In fact, his body was almost exactly the same. Alfred still had his pecs and his nicely sculpted abs. He also had his athletic build, broad shoulders, and masculine jawline. It was only logical to assume that he was still very much a man, …but now with a vagina.

"Great," Alfred bemoaned, "What the fuck do I do now?"

Still feeling the need to piss, Alfred eyed the toilet. Now he would need to sit down at all times to use the restroom. Alfred felt his cheeks heat up. Guys don't sit down to piss! This was quite an embarrassing situation for him to be in. However, the urge to go overruled his humiliation and Alfred soon found himself reluctantly parked on the toilet seat.

"This sucks."


After Alfred's pity party in the bathroom, he sat down on his hotel bed and tried to figure out just how the fuck this happened to him. Had some evil scientist kidnapped him while he was asleep and surgically disfigured him? Alfred changed his position on the bed so he could get a better look at himself.

Well, he didn't have and stitches, wounds, or blood. Everything was perfectly intact. So, surgery had to be ruled out.

So, what else could it have been if it wasn't a physical force?

Alfred contemplated what other possibilities there could have been. "What if?" Alfred began in his head, but cut himself short. "No way! That's impossible!" He refused to believe it, but what else could it be?

"I've been cursed!"


Alfred had finally managed to dress himself and head over to the world conference building as his newfound fury ended his bout of procrastination. He barged through the doors in a fashion not very unlike him. Alfred kept scanning his eyes around the room as the various nations of the world started to gather around and get ready for the meeting. He kept note of anything suspicious or out of the ordinary. He was going to get to the bottom of this and find the one who did this to him!

His attention was immediately drawn to the double doors of the meeting room as a certain ex-rival of his entered inside. Alfred glared at Russia as the latter of the two walked to his seat. Alfred watched him as the Slav sat down with an innocent smile on his face. "It is not impolite to stare at others in your country, America?" Russia asked the other nonchalantly.

Alfred intensified his gaze. "Don't act like you have no idea what you did, Russia."

Russia tilted his head curiously. "I honestly have no idea what you are talking about. Perhaps it is your paranoia that is acting up again?"

As Alfred was about to snap back at him, the rest of the nations gathered round and Germany took the reigns as the host country to begin the meeting.

"Everyone, settle down and take your seats! We have much importance to cover so I expect everyone to be ready-" Germany paused to look back to Alfred as he was the only nation other than himself still standing. "That includes you, America."

Alfred's face heated up from embarrassment at being singled out, so he begrudgingly sat down and mumbled a few curses.

Content with Alfred's compliance, Germany turned back to the PowerPoint presentation and began to explain the topics for the day's meeting.

The pink tinge to Alfred's cheeks lingered at the sensation of his crotch accidently brushing the edge of his seat. It was such a different feeling than when he still had his penis and balls. He was much too sensitive to the touch, and every move of his legs made him very aware of his new condition. Was it generally like this for girls? This was so weird and awkward, and there was no way he could get used to this, nor did he want to.

He tried to focus on Germany's presentation and take notes, but he was too determined to find the culprit who cursed him. Instead, he settled for occasionally studying the others sat at the meeting table. So far, his only suspect was Russia, not because he was acting suspicious, but because Alfred just anticipated Russia to actually do something as fucked up as this to him.

Unfortunately, Alfred burning holes through the side of Russia's head was interrupted by a cranky England who was sitting right next to him. "Pay attention!" England sternly whispered in his ear, "This is important information and it is imperative that you, as a superpower, give your thoughts on the matter." The uptight man immediately turned his attention back to the speaker, clearly not in the mood to put up with the other's shenanigans.

"Geez, who pissed in his tea?" Alfred thought to himself after the Brit faced away from him. The grumpy nation always seemed to have it out for him ever since he gained his independence. The old man just couldn't let things go. That notion gave Alfred an epiphany. What if it was England who cursed him?

It would make sense. England's obvious bitterness towards him and the fact that he always gloated about using "magic" were obvious red flags. It had to be England! The guy just couldn't let things go, so he was petty enough to humiliate Alfred in such a way. That settled it. Alfred decided that he would confront the scone-burning bastard during the lunch break.

As the first-half of the meeting persisted, Alfred thought up the ways he could approach England about what he did to him. Every situation did not play well in Alfred's mind. Might as well just be blunt and get this over with.

Germany soon announced their break and be back within 30 minutes. Now was Alfred's chance! He stood up and called after England who was just about out the door. The ladder turned around at Alfred's shout for him, clearly annoyed. "What?" grunted the Englishman.

The American caught up with him.

"I need to talk you, in private." England was surprised at Alfred's serious manner, so he willingly let himself be led by the superpower into an empty conference room. After Alfred had shut the door, he rounded on the Brit.

"Okay, England. We both know why we're in here. Confess why you did this to me." Alfred's stern accusation was met with a puzzled look from the other nation.

"I haven't a bloody clue what you're talking about." England responded with a shake of his head.

England's answer frustrated the American.

"Oh, you know what I'm talking about! Don't play dumb!"

England bit back at Alfred raising his voice at him. "The only dumb one in here is you! Now let me out this instant if you're going to continue to make no sense!"

England tried to walk around Alfred to leave, but the other was bodily blocking the exit.

"Get out of my way, you git! Else, I'll force you out of the way myself!" England stomped his foot quite childishly to emphasize his threat. Alfred probably would have snickered at the loss of England's "proper gentleman" persona, but he was too infuriated to care.

"Not until you answer me this!" Alfred yelled back, which actually managed to keep the Brit in his place, despite the seething glare he was giving the American.

Alfred paused before he said his next piece. Was he really going to go through with this? Well, if England really had cursed him, guess there was no point in beating around the bush about it, right? He took in a deep breath.

"Why did you give me a pussy!?"


End of chapter 1!