Adventures In Gender-Bending!
Yay! I got reviews in one day! :D I feel somewhat accomplished by this. Anyways, I forgot to mention this earlier, but the idea for this fic is based off something on youtube called APH World Conference. The idea amused me so I needed to make a fic out of it. ^^" I'm trying hard not to copy everything from the videos I saw, but if I do, I apologize for it, heheh...^^""" Now back to the fic!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. (I wish I did though...but I don't.)
France, much like America, was rudely awoken by England calling his cell phone while he was sleeping. He rolled onto his back and grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand next to him, answering it with a "Bonjour?"
"France?" England replied on the other line. "Um...we might have a little situation..."
"Qu'est-ce que c'est, Angleterre?" France asked sleepily.
"Well, America and I...have kinda...turned into girls," England mumbled, obviously a little uncomfortable saying it.
France blinked and laid in his bed (covered by sheets made of satin), wondering if England was joking or not. "You two...are girls?"
"Yes..."
France let out a snort of amusement and he sat up in bed with the sheets tangled around him, clearly completely naked (he claimed that he slept more comfortably like this). "Seriously? C'est tres amusant..."
"Shut up, frog. I'm calling to ask you if you are a girl, too. ...Are you?"
The French man paused and opened up the sheets in his bed to inspect himself. He smirked a little to himself. "Non. Je ne suis pas."
"You're not..?" England sounded a little surprised.
"Non." There was a pause from France. He gave a coy smile. "I am a woman."
If it were possible, England would have killed France through the phone right there. The least he could do to France right now was scream in his ear until he went deaf. Which he proceeded to do. "YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERTED FROG, YOU KNOW THAT!"
There was more to the rant, but France didn't remember the rest. He got distracted playing with his new female parts, which he thought were pretty nice, actually...
Once America had calmed down from his "oh-my-god-I'm-going-to-have-a-heart-attack-slash-stroke" panic mode and moved into "internally freaking out", he decided to check on his twin brother, Canada. Shakily, he dialed the number for his brother's cell and paced around the room while he waited for an answer.
"Hello?" Canada answered.
"Canada, um...it's America," he said. "I have a bit of a problem..."
"Did you piss of Cuba again, eh?" Canada asked, his soft voice almost sounding irritated. "Cause if you did, I'm not helping you."
"No, no, that's not it. It's, um, well...when I woke up this morning...I wasn't...exactly myself...I, uh,...turned into a girl or something..." the end of that statement was mumbled, but the Canadian was still able to somehow make sense of it.
"A...girl, eh? Well...this is new."
"It's true!" America whined, stomping his foot on the ground once. "Did anything weird happen to you, too?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Did you check?" Canada usually was pretty oblivious to the world before he had his maple syrup in the morning. He probably wouldn't have noticed anything different right away. Like that time America dyed his hair red, white, and blue for his birthday the night before (which ended up being pretty stupid). Canada didn't notice anything until noon. Then he started mumbling (his way of yelling, America thought, but he wasn't listening to his brother).
"No, not really. I'd think I'd notice if I had magically changed into a female overnight, eh." America could hear Canada moving around the house over the phone. There was the unzipping of Canada's coat, and then a long silence.
"Canada?"
No answer.
"Mattie..?" he asked again, using his brother's human name.
"Um, Al..." Canada squeaked. "Something is different. I...I'm a girl, too..."
"No more vital regions?"
If America could see him, he would imagine Canada would be rolling his eyes. "None. But...how did this happen, eh?"
"I have no idea. I'm gonna ask some other nations if this has happened to them, too. Maybe someone's out to get us all or something like that?"
"I guess...but why? And why turn us into females?"
"Maybe they have a sick sense of humor. Or they're extreme perverts. Or both. Maybe Prussia did this...he's a big enough dick to do something like this."
When Germany woke up that morning, something was wrong. He could tell right away. His chest normally didn't feel like that...and his body felt different...He sat up, careful not to disturb a sleeping Italy (the weakling still kept sneaking into his bed during the night no matter how many times he yelled at him about personal space), and made his way to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and froze as he caught sight of himself in the mirror. "Mien Gott!" he gasped, in not a very manly voice at all. He clapped a hand over his mouth and continued to stare.
This is not happening! It's just one of Gilbert's immature practical jokes... he thought as he touched his strange-looking chest once more. His eyes widened when he realized that those breasts were in fact very real. He then felt for his vital regions...but found nothing. His hair had also gotten a few inches longer and was spiking out due to bedhead.
It took every ounce of effort for the German not to yell.
He ran back into the room and grabbed a tee-shirt, quickly throwing it on as he ran down the stairs of Austria's house. This weekend, he, Prussia, Switzerland, and Liechenstein were staying over with Austria and Hungary. Italy had pleaded for Germany to bring him along so he wouldn't get lonely, and the strong man broke down at the Italian's hundredth attempt, allowing him to come, too.
As Germany leapt down the steps, he could hear the sounds of a piano being played. He ran into the room, seeing Austria at the piano, his back towards him, and stood in the doorway to catch his breath. "Austria! Something's wrong..."
Austria stopped playing the piano to turn and look at Germany. The man's hair was longer, down to the middle of his back in brown waves, and underneath his clothing, Germany could see his shape was different...more feminine. He definitely seemed to have the same problem Germany was having. "Yes, Germany," he said in a calm voice. "I realized. And I'm feeling very angry, confused, disturbed, and just downright violated. Couldn't you tell by the music I was playing?"
"Oh..." Germany replied, not sure what else to say. He was used to Austria's "piano rants" by now. "Is it just us? Or have the others gone through this too?"
"You're not the only ones."
Germany and Austria turned around to see Hungary coming in. It had happened to her too...only she had turned into a man. Her hair was shorter, but long enough to be pulled into a shoulder-length ponytail, and her voice sounded deeper. She was also taller by an inch or two, and more muscular. "What the hell is going on and who the hell did this?" she demanded, clutching her frying pan in her fist.
"We'd like to know that, too," Austria sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.
"I bet it was Prussia," Hungary scowled, her green eyes narrowed. "He's sick enough to do this."
"Awesome morning, everyone!" Prussia chirped, coming in right on cue. "The amazing me is sick enough to do what now?" He blinked and took a good look at everyone in the room, an amused smirk spreading on his face. "Oh, this is amazing! You've all turned into girls!" he laughed. He grinned evilly at Austria. "Except you. Why haven't you changed at all?" That got him a nice beating over the head from Hungary's frying pan as Austria returned to playing his piano in rage. "Ow, not awesome! Not awesome! West, help!"
Germany sighed and shook his head, making no effort to assist his idiotic brother. "I don't think that Gilbert's behind this. Why would he turn himself into a girl, too?"
"Say what?" Prussia asked as he jumped away from Hungary and the two of them paused from their fighting.
Hungary grinned as she noticed too. "Prussia's a girl~" she sang, pointing at his chest.
"No, I'm no-oh," Prussia replied, feeling his chest and realizing there was indeed something under his shirt that shouldn't be there. He paused and continued to grope himself and grinned, obviously enjoying himself. "This is amazing! I'm a chick! And a sexy one at that!"
Prussia was knocked out by Hungary's frying pan for that comment.
Well that's all for today! Next chapter shall be uploaded soon, hopefully! ^^" Thanks for the reviews last time, keep reading and reviewing~! :3
