AO: Coming back! Here's chapter number 2, so enjoy it! And I'm still going with no disclaimer! :{D I'm writing this cause I'm just stalling so I don't have to do homework.
"Yay!" South Korea shouted in joy, rubbing China's chest area. "There's something there now!" She actually didn't really change that much, besides her hair length.
China was red, but couldn't feel the urge to stop him. It felt too… good.
Japan jumped up behind Korea, wearing a common schoolgirls' uniform. Her eyes were bigger and browner than ever, if that's possible. Her hair was cut into a simple bob. "Korea-san, can you please stop that?"
Laughing, she turned around and said, "Oh, are you just jealous? Then, feel the love!" She started to grope Japan, giggling her head off.
"Hey!" Taiwan popped up behind her and felt up Korea's breasts. Taiwan hadn't changed much either. "You have 'em too now, so stop it!" Slight moans came from Korea, and China and Japan sighed, now that they were rescued.
For possibly the first time in her life, Korea turned red, right down to the bone. "Its sexual abuse if you do it!" she complained, but like China, didn't try to stop it.
Then, small sniffle noises came from an adorable Hong Kong, tugging on the back of Taiwan's clothes. He turned around to face the deliciously, delectable girl. She said, "Y-you need to help me… It hurts all over…" She seemed to be tearing up. Her eyes were pointed to the side, trying to avoid eye contact.
It took only a moment for him to realize what was happening. The other three girls fell silent, not exactly knowing what was going on but somehow sensing the mood, for the first time in a long time.
"Okay." Taiwan said, in a deep melancholic voice.
In Northern Italy (the land), Italy and Germany were sitting in the dining room having a discussion over pasta (of course, pasta that was made by Italy).
"Ve~ isn't this pasta delicious, Germany?" The usual Italian face was planted on her, as her hair curl bounced. Her wavy hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
Germany sighed. "Shouldn't you at least be a little bit worried about all of this?" She hadn't changed at all, besides the fact that she now had boobs and her hair wasn't slicked up. Germany was a standard German woman now.
"But why? Being a girl is fun!"
"I guess… but our personalities really didn't change much. You're still- erm, obsessed with pasta, and I feel like I just want some good wurst."
"Ve! Good idea! Let's go out to the store! After all, we need to get some new clothes, huh?" She winked at Germany. Italy slurped up the last bit of her pasta. She then stood up and rearranged her skirt. It caught Germany's attention.
"Why are you wearing such a short skirt?" she said, blushing somewhat.
"It's just the 'girl' thing to do, ve?"
"I don't think it works that way…"
The soft girl known as 'Russia' quickly walked through the streets in a panic. Tiny clouds blew from her mouth, signaling the cold air to "shut the hell up!" Her long silver hair waved around her. She stumbled a bit, from watching where she was going to looking back, like out of a horror film.
You could hear, "Big brother! Um, I mean Big sister! Can't we become one now?" calling through the alleyways. The man responsible for the voice was none other than Belarus, chasing after Russia once again. He was practically the same, despite the long ahoge that now stuck out of his head.
A loud clang sound stopped Belarus in his tracks. An elegant woman with thigh-high boots stepped in front of him, her long white hair waving behind her. She smirked. "Whoa there. As awesome as I am and as much as I love to claim vital regions, you're just stalking her when you're a boy. You could get arrested." A bird started to sqwak unbelievably loudly and annoyingly atop of this girl's head.
"Go away," Belarus scowled. "You have nothing to do with this, Prussia."
"Oh, so you know my name huh?" Prussia smiled. She pulled his head from the back down to her height (which wasn't very hard, considering her high-heels). "That's good; I know yours too, Belarus. Is my awesomeness just blowing you away or what?"
He tried to remain calm, but he could feel himself raging. He devoted his life to Russia, and Russia only! But there was only a 'p' separating the name… Why the hell would someone besides his big brother, er, sister cross his mind? It was just a waste of time! "You're so full of yourself."
"But I'm awesome, and you can't deny the awesomeness."
"Pssh." Belarus flipped his head to the side, dramatically and snottily.
Prussia giggled. "Feisty, are we?" She placed her hands on his cheeks, and pulled him in closer. She said seductively, "Would you like a bit of my awesomeness?"
AO: That's the end of this short, short chapter. I'm sorry for Hong Kong. She got her period (if you couldn't tell. I didn't make it that obvious.). Poor thing… And about the Prussia and Belarus thing, just go along with it for now.
