AO: Hello! Welcome to this story by a sad-hearted amateur writer. I think this is going to turn out to be a good-hearted medium-ish story, so I'll have it all up within about a month or two. Summer's coming (OH HELL YES). And do I seriously need a disclaimer? I mean, this is , so it's pretty obvious I don't own the series. Emphasis on FANfiction. So, this story will be going WITHOUT a disclaimer XP

It all started with the stereotypical Hetalian-fanfiction starter. England was cooking up some pot, no sorry, dark magic in his basement and messed up the entire world. Literally.

Heavy pounds (not the currency, mind you) were thrown on the door. "Hey! England, open up! What's going on!" America shouted from outside. Bright lights had been flashed from the room and crawling out of the cracks of the door and walls, alarming him.

"Sod off!" England screamed back loudly, right when the cauldron in front of him started to vibrate. Green light shined from it, practically blinding England. "Oh, bloody hell…" The green faded to white, and everything went black, for all of the nations of the world. England fell onto his side.

He awoke with a killer headache. He had landed on a bit of glass, which had cut up his side during his unconscious state. Blood streaked everywhere, and he moaned slightly. He knew that it was supposed to hurt, but it felt more numb than anything else.

"E-England? Are you okay?" America muttered from outside the door, once he had gained enough strength to speak. "Everything feels… different…"

"Different, huh?" England replied quietly. Now that he thought about it, yes. Everything felt different. He felt lighter, he felt like he was being weighed down his chest, and his hearing has wrong too. He had heard America's voice as higher just now, and his too. His pulse immediately rised, his eyes grew bigger.

Gasping, he picked up some of the broken glass that was shattered on the ground from under him. He held it up like a mirror, though cutting his fingers, or should I say her? England was now… a girl. "O-oh my god. Oh my God…. OH MY GOD!" T-twin tails? Glasses? Most importantly, she mumbled, "They're gone…"

She rushed to her feet and opened the door forcefully. America was leaning against the door, so she fell to the cold ground with an umph! England excitedly cried, "America! They're gone!"

"What are…?"

"My huge eyebrows! They're finally gone!"

"What?"

America flipped onto her stomach, grunting at the huge headache she had gained, and looked up to the new girl. Her face brightened and paled at the same time, if possible. "England… you're a chick now?"

"Pssh," England flipped her head to the right snottily, or tsunderely in this case. She could now officially become a true-hearted tsundere. Not became, rather is. "Speak for yourself."

"Huh?" America looked around, her hair following her movement. She reached to her head and exclaimed, "Nantucket's gone! And so is Texas!"

She looked around, her head turning from side to side. Her hair was short, almost exactly like Belgium's. There were also two clips holding it back. England noticed that she too had small hairclips, along with her ponytails. One of the other many differences was that she now wore glasses.

America smiled and made an 'Ah!' type of noise that Japan always made, and crawled over to the corner. She picked up her glasses, smiling. They weren't cracked in the explosion. She slid them on her face, but they immediately skimmed back down her nose. America frowned sadly, as she stared into the glass.

England leaned over slightly. She said very curiously, "So what does it mean? Texas isn't apart of you anymore?"

"No," America sighed, "I think it is. Somehow… I'll just have to keep it close and be sure not to lose it." Then, she looked up inhaling deeply. "Whoa."

"What is it?"

"England?"

"Yes?"

"Omigod…" She felt her chest and screeched out loudly, "I'm huge!"

"That's not something you should say out loud!" England blushed, trying to hide the fact the she had already noticed.

America smirked, stood up, and grabbed England's bust tightly. "Nothing to be ashamed about, honey, you're huge too!"

She squealed; it was a feeling she'd obviously never felt before. "Off! We need a World Conference: NOW!"

America stood at the tip of the long table, Prussia at the other end. (She -ex-he- wasn't technically a nation anymore, but this still concerned her, for some reason.)

"Now," female-America said, somehow melancholic, "We now have a situation that has left all of us baffled. It apparently didn't hurt any of our countries or economies, but it has affected us personally. I don't know anything besides the fact that this is partly England's fault and that my back has been hurting because of these boobs." She once again grabbed her chest and showed it off, somewhat arrogantly.

"T-thank you for understanding…" Ukraine piped up quietly, even though he was now physically male.

America nodded smiling at him. Several countries face-palmed.

"What are we supposed to do about it~aru?" China slammed her fist on the desk trying to look manly, though it ended up looking adorable. Her hair was put up in buns, and her sleeves were the classic Chinese-style: too long, coming over the hands. She was also seriously tiny, only adding to how cute she was.

"I say that we blame England!" France cried. Her hair had changed color, to a light brown shade. She was obviously enjoying the fact that she was a girl, from the way she was dressed: Large purple puffs of dress.

Chi-chik. A familiar sound echoed through the hall. Everyone flipped their heads, only to see a beautiful Switzerland holding a fully-loaded gun aimed at England. "How many times do you want to be shot?" She may be neutral but oh boy… if you're on her bad side, good luck.

"U-um, p-please calm down," an innocent, plain-looking boy held Switzerland's arm, trying to stop her.

"Liechtenstein, don't get involved," she mumbled.

"I-it's not good! Don't start a war!" Tears started to fall from his eyes. When she noticed, she immediately set down the gun and sat down and held him for comfort.

England was still pale. She was already patched up from earlier that day (The numbness on her side eventually evened out to pain.), and was sure that everyone was angry at her. Who wouldn't be?

A masculine sounding cough came from Hungary, gaining attention. After all, she was now one of the few men in the room. "I think that we should just keep it for a little while, until the curse wears off. What's the harm, right? Besides, we don't know the cure."

It sounded suspicious, mostly because it came out of Hungary's mouth, but no other countries had anything else to say and just wanted to go home. So, they ended the meeting at that.