A/N: I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY THIS IS LATE I AM A HORRIBLE AUTHOR PLEASE FORGIVE ME I GOT SUCKED INTO THE BLACK HOLE OF TUMBLR ANd I'll try to make this chapter longer than the first one, but just for a warning there's gonna be lots of dialogue and USUK fluffiness. Well, enjoy chapter 2 of Love Triangle!
Disclaimer: This is an AU and they're not countries, but I guess I need this… Hetalia belongs to Himapapa (Hidekaz Himaruya), not me. Ok, ONTO THE STORY!
"Girl… y-you're a girl…" was all Arthur could say, still in shock. His eyes were as big as saucers and a light blush was forcing its way on his face. Alfred ((Can I even call her that anymore?)) rose up from the floor a bit, blinking her eyes before fully gaining consciousness.
"Ugh… I feel… different." The American said with a tired voice before standing up fully, scratching the back of her head before noticing Arthur. Indeed, she WAS completely different. Her old clothes were still on, but she was a whopping six inches shorter than her usual 5'10". Her hair was wavy and amber-colored hair that came to her shoulders, and let's just say she had a big… chest ((Just look up a picture of fem!America, I'm having a hard time describing her.)). Her sparkling ocean blue eyes danced with shock and confusion. In other words, the most beautiful girl Arthur had ever seen. He gazed at her with a dreamy look in his eyes, imagining that she was Miss Universe.
The Brit stepped back to reality when he heard a frightening shriek. "DUDE OH MY GOD ARTHUR WHAT JUST HAPPEN, I'M A GIRL NOW AND I HAVE BOOBS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO… WAIT THAT MEANS THAT I ALSO HAVE A VAGI-" The girl stopped talking when Arthur slapped his hand against her mouth. With a stern face and eyes which had turned almost a killer shade of green, he looked at her dead in the face, fuming with rage.
"What. Did. You. Do. Bloody git I told you to stay out of here or else! And now look, you're a GIRL! You got what you deserved in my opinion." ((Tsundere mode ACTIVATED!))
"Yeah, whatever." The girl said, mocking Arthur. "Well, I don't wanna be a girl, it feels weird. Can you use your magic to turn me back into a boy?"
The Brit pondered that for a moment, then responded. "It's I don't want to," he addressed, correcting her English, "and yes, I can turn you back, but it depends on which potion you took."
"It 'depends'? What do you mean it depends?"
Arthur sighed. "Yes, some of the gender changing potions are temporary and wear off in a few hours, maybe even a couple days. But others have a permanent affect and-"His eyes fell to the ground, and with a gasp he grabbed a large piece of broken glass. "Potionem... incommutabilis..." he mumbled the Latin, reading what was scribbled on it. "Oh no, this isn't good." The Englishman said with a hesitant voice.
"What happened?"
"… You drank the irreversible one."
The American made a face of displeasure, not happy at the news.
"So you're saying I have to stay a girl for the rest of my life? And there's nothing you can do about it?"
"Yes."
A long sigh came from the girl, followed by a "Goddangit, why?" from under her breath. "Why do I have to be a girl forever now?"
Arthur went a bit closer to his friend and tried to comfort her. "Don't think of it as a bad thing," he assured, and without even thinking, whispered, "You're a beautiful woman now."
"Wait, WHAT?"
The Briton had just realized what he'd spoken, and a blush spread across his face like a wildfire. "Oh um, n-nothing. I didn't say anything!" He gave a fake smile, acting like nothing happened.
The American looked unsure at first, but then started to chuckle a bit before busting out with her signature laugh. "Oh Arthur," she said with an amused tone, "Quit making a big deal that I'm a woman now! Besides, I swear I saw you looking at me a few minutes ago all awestruck and you were blushing."This made Arthur's blush return once again but this time he was more flustered.
"I wasn't blushing! I was just… um…" Arthur was speechless for a moment before speaking again and changing the subject. "Well then, since you're a girl I can't call you Alfred anymore! W-we need to think of a new name for you!" he stammered in a rushed tone.
"Hmm….ooh, I know the perfect name for myself!" his friend cheered in a bubbly voice, calming down completely. "Amelia! Amelia F. Jones! That's my name now!"
"Alright then… Amelia." Arthur emphasized awkwardly, just getting used to the name. "Please don't laugh if I call you Alfred on accident, ok?"
"Alright, Artie!" Amelia exclaimed with an ecstatic voice, a smile beaming across her face.
"Hold on just a minute," The Brit said with realization, "where are your glasses? Don't you need them to see?"
"One; I have no idea where they are, they probably disappeared, and two; nope, I have 20/20 vision! Now I don't have to worry about losing them anymore." She giggled.
God, Arthur thought, that voice is really cute.
When the two finally entered the living room, Amelia plopped on the couch and sighed heavy. "Artie, these clothes are uncomfortable, they're too big. Can you use your 'magic' or whatever to get me some decent ones?" She stood up just to let Arthur see how big they looked. Amelia looked like a five year old wearing hand-me downs from someone twice her age.
"Umm… yes I can," He responded, sounding perplexed. "Now hold still, and close your eyes." He began to murmur something incomprehensible, until a navy blue light began to flicker from his hands and slowly got bigger, and bigger, and bigger until…
POOF! A foggy smoke distilled through the room, causing Amelia to cough a bit. When the mist cleared, she took a few steps back and squinted.
"M-my clothes…" She was now wearing a green pleated skirt that went about halfway down her thighs, with a button up shirt of the same color that was tired, exposing her midriff. Amelia still had a bomber jacket on, though. Her caramel shoes were like boots, except they were tied up to almost her knee with laces of the same color. Amelia actually looked really cute in that outfit.
"…So… is it okay?" Arthur asked, starting to blush again ((I have a headcanon that Arthur blushes a lot so yeah)) while rubbing the back of his head. "Or do you want me to change your outfit?"
He watched hastily as Amelia though about that for a moment until she made up her mind. "I actually like this. You outdid yourself, Artie." The Briton was surprised at how calm his friend was being until she slapped him hard in the back with a loud, "THANKS DUDE!"
Even though she was a girl now, boy was she still strong.
"Ouch…" The Englishman said, rubbing his back in agony. "Amelia that really hurt."
"Well, what did you expect?" She retorted, slightly annoyed. "Just because I'm a girl now doesn't mean I'm all weak and helpless, I'm still really strong. If you expected me to be a damsel in distress, you're wrong. Sexist." Amelia looked at the ground offended.
"No, no Amelia, I didn't mean it like that, I just…" Arthur was speechless and felt depressed now for making his friend upset.
"HA! You thought I was upset? The heroine is never sad!" Amelia exclaimed unexpectedly making her friend jump. The American walked over to Arthur and gave him a noogie, pushing his face in her chest.
"Wow Artie, you're a sucker." She laughed, not realizing she was being suggestive and suffocating her poor friend.
"Mmf… Amelia, let go of me!" Arthur pleaded, pushing himself out of her grasp but accidentally touching her chest. ((Ohonhonhon~))
A/N: I'm so sorry this is late! Lo siento! Gomen nasai! I'm working on 3 other stories, I lost motivation and got stuck on A LOT of parts, I don't even LIKE USUK, and I couldn't find the time because of Tumblr and school. Oh, and I'm ending the chapter it here because I don't have time to finish it and I'm lazy. I'm leaving the rest up to you in your imagination ;). Remember, I NEED reviews, especially constructive criticism because if I don't know what I did wrong how am I supposed to write better? Oh, and Japan (Kiku) will appear in the next or fourth chapter.
Translations:
potionem incommutabilis - unchangeable potion
Bye!
