England walked angrily to his basement. "Stupid America... Calling my army weak! I'll show him weak!" He quickly pulled one of his spellbooks from a shelf and started chanting.
"Santa Rita Meeta Mata Ringo Jonah Teeto Marlo-"
"Hi Britain!" came a small voice.
"Flying Mint Bunny!" cried England as he fell backwards. "You scared m-...oh dear..."
The magic circle he had drawn on the ground had started to glow an eerie red color, and his little flying friend was sitting right in the middle of it.
"Mint! Get out of there before-" But it was too late. Smoke filled the room and there was a loud poof sound.
England quickly scrambled to his feet and used his hands to help clear the smoke away. He then saw something he never expected to see. The Brit paled and fell to the floor. He didn't faint; just fell.
"What's wrong Britain?" inquired Flying Mint Bunny.
"U-uummmm w-well...erm..." was all he could manage.
It was then that Mint realized that something felt...off. She fluttered her wings and raised herself to her feet. Yes, feet. It was then clear what Britain was so flustered by. He had turned Flying Mint Bunny, one of his best friends, into a teenaged girl.