Guess who decided to rewrite. Fuck yeah. No not really. I'm trying to give the story more substance, and would probably delete a lot of scenes and OCs (those OCs/not-really-OCs are my shame) but hopefully I'd add more too.

No more quotes, sadly, and, well, it seems my mood just becomes a bit flat whenever I look at this story.

oh well.

Updating the first two chapters because if you're re-reading chapter one would be boring. Also it's Christmas. :D

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Arthur Kirkland did not know why he even stopped by the damn door. He should have just passed by and eventually get to the elevator, going back to his room after having to walk eight bloody flights of stairs. For some reason, this five star hotel he was staying in during that particular meeting had a problem concerning the elevators, and they weren't sure when the damn contraptions would be working again. Most of the nations just complained and stayed in the lobby for further announcements, like the desk clerk advised, but not Mr. Arthur Kirkland. No sir, he would not spend who knows how long in the lobby with those idiotic fools.

Just as he got to the eight floor, however, the announcement about the elevators working again came out, and Arthur would've ran to the elevator if he wasn't so damn tired. He passed by a couple of rooms before he heard a strange sound from one of the doors. He stopped, and slightly leaned closer to listen. He swore he could hear slight sobbing coming from inside, and hushed voices.

Turn around, Arthur. The nation told himself. This is not your business.

But his feet stayed glued to the carpeted floor, and he leaned just a little bit closer to listen.

"What am I supposed to do?" a feminine voice sobbed", I don't even know why this happened! I can't go home like this!"

"Don't worry, mon ami," Arthur recognized France's voice, but it was surprisingly... innocent? concerned? he wasn't quite sure", We're here to help you! We'll find out who did this, and we'll fix everything! Even if I have to go and talk to Mr. eyebrows myself."

Arthur frowned, but kept himself from moving.

"Si, mi amigo," it sounded like Spain", France is right! It's probably Inglaterra messing up some spell again, so it should be fixed in no time!"

England had to keep himself from growling.

"No, it can't be him," the voice said quietly", I mean, I don't think it's him..."

"Why not, Gilbert?" France asked, confusing England. Since when did Gilbert sound so feminine?

"Well, if it was him, most of the other nations- or micronations, would be like this too," whoever said it didn't sound like Gilbert at all",Mein Gott I don't even sound like myself anymore! I don't even feel like saying awesome or something!" and she- England decided it's a she- broke down into sobs again. It saddened England and made him forget the insult just given.

"Shh, it's alright," Spain soothed", It's alright. We'll fix this. You have to get yourself together."

"I'm trying okay?!" she tried to sound irritated, but it was hard with all the sobbing she was doing.

Deciding he couldn't keep his curiosity at bay any longer, England stood straight and reached for the door knob. Just as he got hold of it, though, he hesitated.

"Who's there?" France said sharply, and England realized that it was too late to back out.

"It's me," the Englishman answered, waiting for permission to enter.

"Perfect timing, for once," France answered, and England could practically hear the suspicious glare being directed at him", the door's open, you can come in."

He cleared his throat before opening the door and saying", Pardon me, but I heard sobbing in the halls and I just- oh..."

"D-don't look at me!" what seemed to be a female version of Prussia dove under the covers, but she only succeeded in hiding her head. her long messy, silver hair was still visible, and did nothing to hide her small stature. She wore nothing but a pair of loose boxers and an over sized jacket. Sitting on each side of her were Spain and France, who both glared at him.

England cleared his throat again", I'm sorry but... what happened to him... her?" he asked.

"We were hoping you could tell us, Angleterre," France said, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest", We found our friend like this hours after the meeting, and we have reason to think it was you responsible."

"Why, I'd never!" England said, outraged", I would never do such an idiotic spell, and I have no reason to. I spent the time from after the meeting until now running up eight flights of bloody stairs!" Which reminded him, offhandedly, that how the hell did those three get to their room?

"If it wasn't you, then who else could it be?" Spain asked.

"There are many other magic using countries out there!" England huffed", Clearly you've never tried conversing with the nations from Africa or Asia. Though I doubt if it's even a nation who did this."

"N-no way!" Prussia sat up, a look of horror on her face", It can't be human! Why would a human do this anyway?"

"hell if I know," England said, entering the room completely and closing the door behind him", But I can still feel slight traces of magic about. The spell must've been done recently..."

"Forgive me, Angleterre,"France interrupted, which earned him a disapproving scowl he merely rolled his eyes at", but I seem to be missing something here. How do you know it's a human and what are you blabbing about?"

"It's kind of hard to explain to imbeciles like you," England said", but it has something to do with magic signatures. When a nation like myself, or Norway for example, does a spell on an object or a person, there's this magic signature left behind, and it can only be read by other spell casters. It lasts for at least a few hours after the spell has been cast and even then, it's pretty hard for normal wizards to actually read the signatures. But nations' signatures are far different from a human's. There's a different... feel to it."

France raised an eyebrow", I think I speak for all of us when I say we don't believe you."

England scowled", then why don't you ask her? She seems to know what I'm talking about."

France and Spain turned to look at Prussia, who hid herself amongst the sheets again.

"I don't know what you mean," she shouted, her voice muffled by the pillows.

"I believe you do," England countered", you don't even believe me when I say it's a human. And while I was explaining, you were clearly thinking of something else."

"Shut up!" Prussia shouted, her voice still muffled", just go away! Or call some other magic user! yeah, that's a good idea! call them for help!"

England frowned", If you don't want my help, I have no reason to be here!" he left not a minute sooner, though he was pretty sure both he and Prussia knew it didn't end there. For one thing, how the hell did Prussia know about those things? It wasn't as if witch covens and sorcerer societies just let anyone in on their respective circles. No, there was something more to the ex-nation, or half nation or whatever Prussia was nowadays. Nobody really got around to clearing that up, and it was probably going to stay that way for a long time.

Even if England wasn't planning on helping reversing whatever spell turned Prussia into a girl, he was definitely going to try and find out what he could anyway. Maybe he can find a cure that he can use to black mail the annoying twat. Ha, that'll be fun.

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So... worse? better? nothing changed?

I'd say, yeah, nothing changed when it comes to the scenes, except I really wanted to put in so many admin notes because, amongst other things, past me forgot that locked doors are the norm. Anyway, the reason not much changed is 'cause this is just the start, what happens after is what really got the ball going in whichever direction.

Also, I'm watching Sherlock in between writing so who knows, maybe its affecting my mood.

Who knows. (probably sherlock idk)

Also Merry Christmas! :D