So, a new story. Exciting.

I got this idea couple of days ago and first I was going to make it as a chapter for Northern stories. However, I thought about this more and finally decided that this will be a multi-chapter. Probably a short one, but I don't dare to say 3-5 chapters anymore after what happened with Higher education.

The idea came when I started to think how the personifications would see and survive such a things as human habits during the old times... including homosexuality and its discrimination. Then I started to think that I should write more about Norway's magic and then it turned into thoughts about the more traditional "somebody gets turned into a woman because of some strange magic thing" and finally I realized that I have never really wrote about gender questions (we are not going really deep on that, tho) and tadaa, this was born.

This is not really a genderswap / genderbend fic. (Though of course it depends on how you think about it. I don't think it is.)

This is not historically accurate, but takes a place somewhere in 18th century.

Rated T because there might be some hinting later on and also slight violence, but overall this is gonna be more humour than drama.

I like this idea and I know it might be a bit strange, but there is already so strange stuff in the fandom so I think this will fit in perfectly. Let me know if you will like to see more!

First chapter: Being a woman

Denmark was feeling warm and comfortable when he slept in his own bed. It was already a late morning and he laid completely relaxed after long and pleasant sleep. He could feel another body next to his, their legs tangled together and a weight on his chest where his loved one rested. The Dane still felt the memory of the passion they had shared last night, and he reached for the Norwegian, wrapping his arm around the man's body and pressing his face against the soft hair. He sighed happily and prepared to fall back in to sleep when he heard the door opening. His sleepy mind had some problems with registering that, but still he quickly realized that the door opening without knock meant that the maid had mistakenly assumed he wasn't in the room. Otherwise nobody would have come in before making sure first that he accepted it. Then he realized that he did have a naked man in his bed and the way how they both looked with their messy hair and bruises on their skin would make it impossible to claim they had been sleeping innocently. The personifications didn't care about the human customs, but Denmark knew that the time they lived now didn't allow the men love like he loved the Norwegian. He would be fine even if he was found out, but Norway was in risk. They knew there were people, who were only looking for excuses to send the Norwegian nation far away or lock him up, and Denmark didn't want to see that happening. That was why he jumped up and reached for the blanket so he could cover the man sleeping next to him. He was just a bit late because he heard the maid gasping just when he touched the blanket.

"Oh, I am sorry, my lord!" she said and covered her blushing cheeks with her hands, "I… I didn't know you have company. I am so sorry, my lord. My lady." She turned and hurried out, only stopping briefly to close the door behind her. Denmark stared after her with confusion showing on his face. Though the maid had been shocked, it hadn't been the kind of shock the Dane had expected to see. She had seemed to be more embarrassed than terrified after finding out what her lord preferred.

"My lady?" the Dane asked, repeating the last words the maid had said. There was no way anybody could mistakenly think that Norway was a woman. Especially not when he was completely naked. Denmark felt the man moving behind him, and he turned to ask if Norway had any idea what could be wrong with the poor maid. He forgot his words when he saw the unfamiliar figure instead of his loved one.

The woman in his bed had long blond hair, blue eyes and full lips. She was naked, which helped the Dane quite lot with realizing that somehow there really was an unfamiliar woman in his bed. Norway was nowhere to be seen, and Denmark felt anger and worry. He moved forward and snatched the knife he always kept under his pillow, easily unsheathing it and pressing the cold blade on the woman's slender neck. She had just been yawning and when she felt the touch of metal, she looked down with completely unimpressed expression on her face. She didn't to seem to be worried at all about being threatened by the angry Danish man.

"Who the hell are you?" Denmark snarled, "and what have you done to Nor?" The woman looked up, her blue eyes meeting the Dane's with confidence.

"It is me, Dan", she said with a voice that didn't fit her womanly body at all. Denmark blinked and lowered the knife because he knew that voice. It had been whispering sweet things to him just some hours earlier and he had listened to it already for centuries.

"Nor?" he asked and when he blinked again, the woman was gone.

"Yes", Norway replied and Denmark stared at him.

"Were you a woman just…?" he asked slowly and took a quick look around to check that they were really alone.

"Not really", the Norwegian replied, "it was just an illusion. You think I would let anybody to catch me because of some nonsense reason as sodomy?"

"I had no idea you can do that", Denmark said and sat down on the bed again.

"I rarely had a reason to do that", Norway replied and stretched his body to get the muscles to work again after the long sleep, "but you should already know that there are not many limits for my magic."

"I knew that", Denmark replied, "but it looked so real. The maid was completely fooled."

"So were you", Norway noted, "or do you often have thoughts about threatening me with a knife?"

"I thought somebody had took you away", Denmark muttered, but smiled then, "can you do it again? I want to see." Norway really didn't want to do it again, because illusions always made him feel strangely dirty, but it had always been hard for him to say no when the Danish man asked for something. So he nodded shortly and called for his magic, letting it to change the way how the world saw him. He knew the illusion worked when he saw the Dane staring at him again with an expression mix of surprise and curiosity.

"It happens so fast!" the Dane said and Norway nodded. He had been practicing his magic skills for centuries and he could handle it easily.

"Of course", he muttered, "it is just an illusion."

"Your voice doesn't change?"

"No", Norway shook his head, feeling slightly uncomforted when the long curls touched his back, "I didn't think it would be necessary to set an illusion on my voice too. That is a bit more complicated than fooling eye and touch." Denmark nodded and observed the Norwegian's magic covered body with a great curiosity.

"So if I touch you, it would feel like female's body?" he asked.

"Yes, because I made it so", Norway said and slapped away the hand that reached for his chest, "Danmark."

"Sorry", the Dane said and gave the man sheepish smile, "I am just curious."

"That doesn't give you rights to try", Norway replied and dropped the illusion, feeling better once he was not covered in the magic anymore. The illusion didn't only fool people around him, it also made himself feel like he was in another body.

"You look pretty when you are woman", the Dane noted and reached to caress the Norwegian's face, "but I think you are even more handsome as man."

"Lucky me", Norway said and changed the topic quickly because he was getting in sour mood over the illusion, "I wonder if the maid would be willing to come back and bring us breakfast."

"We can try to call her back", Denmark muttered and turned to grab the thin robe hanging from the wall. Norway nodded and got up to hide so the poor maid would never find out who was actually the person sleeping with the lord of the house and holding his heart.

Denmark seemed to drop his curiosity toward the illusions and Norway didn't feel the need to talk about it so they continued their life like normally. It was all just work, duties, taking care of the young Icelander and spending time together or with their hobbies until one day Denmark snorted when he was reading the letters he had got that morning.

"What is so funny?" Norway asked without raising his eyes from the document he was copying.

"I got an invitation again", the Dane replied, "some lord and his wife are going to have a party this weekend."

"How wonderful for them", Norway replied, "are you wishing to attend it?"

"No", the Dane replied and moved the decorated invitation card to the side on the pile of post he had already read, "why would I? I can't take you there and it is just going to be lot of ladies trying to flirt with me." Norway glanced up from his work and Denmark used his chance to give the man a smile.

"I believed you enjoy the attention you get", the Norwegian nation noted, "or am I been misled this entire time?"

"Oh, sure I like to in the middle of everything. Especially I love when it is you looking at me", the Dane replied with a grin, "but those ladies have skills to drive me mad. Why they think I would marry any of them?"

"They see you as a free and suitable bachelor to marry", Norway replied and returned to his work, carefully writing down every word, "for some women that is all they want."

"Humans are so weird", Denmark said and opened the next letter, "if I just could take you there. I would court you all evening and do everything to earn your hand and heart."

"You already got me and the human traditions hardly matters", Norway replied, but Denmark had already got an idea. His hands stopped in middle of cutting the letter open and slowly a wide smile appeared on his face.

"I can take you to the ball!" he announced and turned to look at the Norwegian, who gave him a questioning look back, "you can pretend to be a woman like that one morning, and then I can court you and dance with you all evening."

"No", Norway said quickly.

"But…"

"Dan", he interrupted before the Dane could ask more, "I don't like to wear the illusion. I only do it when necessary, and a whole evening would be too much." Denmark closed his mouth and nodded silently, his smile fading but still staying on. There was a brief silence between them before the Danish man spoke up again.

"What if you do that on me?" he asked, "you can put the illusion on anybody, right?"

"Well, of course", Norway said and snorted, "I am more than enough powerful for that, but why would you like to pretend to be a woman?"

"Because I want to go out with you", Denmark replied with serious tone, "I know we don't care about people's opinions, but for once I would like to go out with you and show them all how much I love you without being called a sinner. It has been so long since we were so free last time. I want to seduce and court you in public instead of sneaking in shadows. Just once." Norway looked at him with a neutral expression on his face, but then he nodded.

"Very well", he said, "if you are sure about that, we can do it."

"Really?"

"Yes", Norway said and sighed, though he had a small smile on his lips, "things I do for you, Dane… Well, we will just have to wait for me to be invited to a ball. That might take while. You know that I do not enjoy the same popularity than you."

"That is fine", Denmark replied and reached over the table to kiss his beloved, "a little wait is nothing for us." Norway only nodded and replied for the kiss before focusing on his work again.

The truth was that Denmark was indeed more popular and he received invitations almost daily. It was his natural charm that made him reach that point and the humans liked to have him around. Also, he was a young man with power and money so naturally the families of wealth were interested on him. Norway in other hand had power and money too, but his cold attitude and uninterested acting toward humans gave him more own peace. However, it was only two weeks later that he received an elegant and beautifully written invitation card. Denmark had been thrilled when he brought the post to the Norwegian.

"So", Norway said when they were both in the bed that evening, the Norwegian sitting and the Dane laying on his lap, "are you still wishing to go to a ball?"

"If you are willing", Denmark replied and almost hummed because of happiness when Norway's hand petted his hair.

"I promised", Norway said, "and maybe it will be interesting."

"It will be fun", Denmark replied. Norway nodded and looked at him, the blue eyes observing the Dane carefully like it was the first time he saw the man. After few minutes the staring started to bother Denmark, though usually he loved to be the target of the Norwegian's attention.

"Nor?" he asked.

"I am just thinking how you would look as woman", the Norwegian replied, "I believe it might be a strange to see you with an illusion."