Disclaimer: They told me to say that I don't own Hetalia! I'll say that, but I'll never give you the money! *jumps out window*


Chapter One: Blaming England

England marvel led at his cup of tea; just imagine, thousands upon thousand of tiny tea leaves were ground up to be placed in one cup of water with added honey, sugar cubes, and spices to create the wonderful beverage that he was currently sipping on. What a lovely thought he was having, too...

"WHAT THE FUCK, IGGY!" England winced, setting his cuppa down on the table and turning to face the annoyingly loud American accent with an eye-roll. But, did it sound... Higher? Suddenly, England was being suffocated with breast.

"Why the hell am I a GIRL?" England pushed himself away from the American woman, who looked about ready to murder him. The woman wore a large t-shirt adorned with the American flag, rolled up jeans and worn in sneakers. Her bright blue eyes twitched as her fingers gripped a baseball bat tightly.

England realized that he was staring at the blonde and, blushing, turned away. He stuttered, "I-I am so sorry, miss. What is your name?" And why are you in my house?

"Shut your Limey mouth! I know you did this, Iggy! It's me, America!" The blonde girl growled. And that's when England passed out.


Ding dong.

Ding dong.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding do-

"Bloody hell!" The door swung open, revealing a pale woman with long, luxurious platinum blonde locks. The mysterious girl wore a long beige trench-coat and carried a large shovel. Both England and America couldn't help but flush profusely at the sight; England because he felt embarrassed to have yelled at such a beautiful woman, and America because she still had the mind of a man.

"England," the woman chuckled darkly, sending shivers down the other two's spines, "what did you do to me? Kolkolkolkolkolkol..." And thus marked the second time that day that England had fainted.


"Come at me, Commie!"

"America, I am not a communist anymore, so I would appreciate if you stopped now before some... Fatal misunderstanding occurred."

"Is that a threat?"

"I would never threaten you, America-"

"I think that was a threat! And hero- heroines like me will not stand for it! Engardé!" The American threw a chair at Russia, who ducked it just before it smacked her head. The Russian quickly stood back up straight and grinned at the American woman in front of her.

"America, this is not fencing, but you throwing random objects at my head," she then unsheathed her shovel and brandished it like a sword, "I should teach you how fighting used to be back in my day." And the two were off, Russia with her shovel-sword and America with her bat.

England rolled his eyes at this display, 'they don't even know what the olden days were!', until an alto voice boomed throughout his entire house.

"ENOUGH!" Everyone jumped out of habit, although the voice was different, the harshness was still there. The tone that only one could make.

"Germany..." In walked a busty woman with medium-length blond hair which she repeatedly blew out of her face. She wore the same uniform that Germany wore normally, but with the sleeves rolled up and front unbuttoned to reveal the black undershirt she wore under.

From behind her came a frantic Prussia and Italy, the latter holding all sorts of styling tools and the former holding up what seemed to be Hungary's frying pan.

"Ve, come back Germany! I still need to do your hair and makeup!" Italy called out as he stumbled to the German woman. She rolled her icy blue orbs.

"Nein!" she protested, "I don't want to!" Hearing this, Prussia wielded the pan in the Italian man's direction. The Prussian dared Italy to even attempt to go near his sister.

Prussia frowned deeply, "Don't come any closer, Ita, or I will hit you!"

Fed up with this madness, England yelled, "Will you all just shut your bloody mouths for one second, dammit!" All heads snapped towards the Englishman, who gulped under their glares.

The German woman stomped towards England slowly, savoring every flinch the smaller man made. She reached him and made a guttural sound.

"I am a girl. I was a boy. This is your fault, and once you've fixed this, I will kill you." Another blackout for England; third times the charm.


"Really England, you've gotta stop passing out; Russia's here, who knows what she'll do!" England's eyes fluttered open.

"Don't speak about me as if I'm not even there!" the blonde man looked past the two superpower's struggles.

"Stay away from mein schwester, pervert!"

"But-"

"Bruder! Stop scaring Italy!"

Past the two Germans and one Italian bickering, England sensed a foreboding presence; somehow, he could sense something annoying about to run through the door which would somehow cause him to faint.

Apparently, he didn't realize that he had been inching closer to the door, which suddenly slammed open, revealing an extremely pissed off little girl and a red Latvia.

The Englishman fell to the ground, unconscious, as the blonde girl screamed, "Where the bloody hell is Jerk Eng- oh, there he is."

The Latvian boy shook as he approached Sealand carefully, "Don't yell, Sea. Please, we can talk calmly about this-"

"Don't tell me you're taking his side," the Sealander pointed to her unconscious older brother, "he's a jerk! You wouldn't do that, would you?" Sealand pouted and turned away.

Frantic, Latvia knelt in front of the smaller girl and simply smiled softly. Sealand's face went from depressed to excited in a matter of seconds, and the young girl grabbed Latvia in a hug.

America, Russia, the Germanic siblings, and Italy, all watched the spectacle; Germany and Prussia smiling at the two, Russia giggling softly, and America shivering at Sealand's uncanny resemblance in passive-aggressiveness to her brother, Cana-wha-cha-ma-call-it.

Realizing that people were staring, the younger nations let go of each other and scurried off to the living room to await England's relapse into consciousness.


France snuck into the room, hiding behind a conveniently-placed vase, and peeked her head through the flowers to look at the scene in front of her.

Three blonde women were screeching at a cowering England, who would have run away if not for the Prussian holding him down with a large smirk on his face. On the other side of the spectrum, Italy and Latvia were attempting to both calm the older women while also holding back a ravenous child, who was clawing her way towards the Brit.

This was all her fault; that she knew, but that didn't mean that she couldn't blame Angleterre. After all, everyone else was doing it, and it was working for them.

She put on her best acting face, and popped out from behind the plant, "Angleterre, I cannot believe you-"

"France?" Prussia questioned angrily, "we all know it's you, and we all know you suck at acting! You're obviously guilty!"

The three men turned women snapped their heads to the Frenchwoman, and crowded around her, dealing punches and kicks her direction. France cried as their hits sent her to the ground, curled up on herself. Sealand was cackling in the background while Latvia tried to shush her, to no avail. Finally, England had enough of the arguing.

"QUIET!" The whole group became silent as England regained his composure, "now, I did not do this to any of you, but I will be able to find out who did do this and how to change it back, if you would all just follow me."

"Why should we, you Brit?" Prussia retorted, "you could just be taking us into a trap for all we know!" There were murmurs of agreement throughout the small group of people.

England deadpanned, "If I wanted to trap you, I would have done it by now. Now shut up and follow me, unless you want to stay like that..."

The five new females straightened up at this and, pushing in front of Prussia, followed England. The rest of the men blinked a few times before deciding to follow them.

As they walked to the basement, England mentally cursed his bad luck; figuratively of course, his magic had gotten him in enough trouble as it is. If the group kept the same behavior, then this would be a long night. Very long.


A/N: So, here is the first chapter! I've been wanting to do this for a while! Cause I always see those fanfics about the ukes being turned into girls, which completely defeats the purpose of the gender swap! I'd like to see the manly men adapt to womanhood; it's not as easy as you think! We do all the crap you do in heels! Yeah, I went there! Stupid mocha makes me hyper...

I'm not taking requests for pairings! I'm having it be GerIta, SeaLat, Overprotective-Brother!Canada, Overprotective-Brother!Prussia, France and Russia X random nations, and Allied Powers/ Axis Powers reactions! Just realized that only the Asians don't know what happened yet... Wow... Step up your game, you guys!

Updates on Sunday; my go-to day! It gives you time to review before I post! You're welcome! This is your invitation to review; use it. Or else. Ok, love you, BYE!

Translations:

Cuppa= Cup of Tea/Coffee

Engardé= What they say in fencing

Mein Schwester= My Sister

Bruder= Brother

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