Author's Note: Here is another chappie, thank you for the reviews so far it is much appreciated. I do not own Hetalia or the nations, but I do enjoy making England suffer to no end. Peace and Love, also since I may not get the chance to say this because of my busy school life; MERRY ALMOST CHRISTMAS, HANUKKAH, AND KWANZAA!
Normally Hungary achieved the normal span of eight hours of blissful sleep, which mind you, was very hard to receive with all the things she had to accomplish day after day. So, around seven in the morning she was still knocked out cold in her comfortable canopy bed. Her breathing was shallow and soft and the sunlight rays that flooded through her bedroom did not bother her one bit. Nothing could ruin this moment of peace, nothing-… A shrill ring sounded through the air and surely enough she awoke, cracking one half-lidded eye. Nothing but a telephone call of course. Refraining from using foul profanity, Elizabeth sluggishly sat upward in bed. Her pale facial features softened by sleep and light brown hair normally wavy hair tousled around a bit. She managed to let a yawn escape her mouth before rolling ungracefully out of bed and then padding quickly out of her room, expertly avoiding any obstacles that stood in her way; like the dresser that she occasionally stubbed her toe on. She had a feeling trickle down her spine as she ventured out into the living room, clad in only a soft buttercup yellow nightgown and some wool socks on her feet. A feeling that she was going to regret picking up the unforgiving device all together. Mustering up some five-second courage she reached the phone and picked it up, bringing it to her lips and uttering softly into it.
"…Hello?" She was immediately greeted with an incoherent screeching of a frantic Englishman. The cordless phone bounced right out of her hands in surprise and into the air where she spent three seconds desperately trying to catch it. "E-England? Are you okay?! You sound like your being murdered!" She responded, as the ringing in her ears began to dissipate.
"I might as fucking well be! Hungary I need your help! I was going to call France but…. In this situation I'd rather not think about it!" He wailed into the receiver.
She took a moment to understand what he had meant by that and blinked in confusion, "England what's going on?" She treaded on dangerous grounds. Elizabeth was sure that she would be the last one England would call in a dire situation, which made her express great worry. The Britain would have normally called France or even America, and he only called her around holidays to give a polite "Hello" or "How are you?"
He went dead silent on the other line. Yes, this was one of those dire situations. She kept her fingers near the nine and one just in case. He coughed a bit, "W-well… I'd rather you come over, I'm not very sure… that I could explain…"
"Try."
"I woke up looking totally different than I was last night…"
She stifled a giggle, "Well maybe you should be careful drinking alone, is this one of those things where you wake up with a tattoo on your-."
He gave a nervous laugh, "I wish it were Hungary. Please, just come over…" Then the Englishman hanged up on the other end, leaving a very puzzled and sleep deprived Hungary.
This was more horrible than England could ever imagine. He took a deep breath and stood in the kitchen alone. He had accidentally turned himself into the opposite sex, a female. Though he was dreading the outcome, England darted for the washroom to see what else of his appearance changed. His heart was pumping vigorously from the anxiety of it all. He had to call someone… and he would rather die than call France or America, so he called the next best thing. An expert if you will, Hungary, seeing as she had experience being a woman. He needed someone to see this, even if it would embarrass him to no end, he needed to make sure that he was not going insane. Arthur closed the bathroom door behind him and then stepped into the mirror and into the light. He nearly had a heart attack due to the fact that he did not recognize himself in the slightest, until of course he saw his main reason for being patronized; his eyebrows. He leaned forward in awe; the spell must have been a powerful one to change him so drastically. His features were now feminine, his face softer and eyes brighter than usual. His lips were petite and rosy pink, and his hair was no longer short. It had grown to the length of his shoulder, the locks were the same color but it was sleeker. The locks were straight and curled slightly into loose waves at the ends. The only thing that reminded him of his older self was his eyebrows, still unbelievably thick but sculpted and more slender. He then looked down to his front, he felt naked to say the least. He quickly crossed his arms over his new developed chest and was thankful to have not obtained any curves.
Then a horrifying thought dawned upon him. England looked straight down to his pants and took a shuddery breath. He quickly grasped the waistband of his pants, thankful that he had left that and his undershirt on last night. Then pulled them open to peek inside, his face quickly went red at the sight and he let go; wincing as the waist snapped against his skin once more. Arthur put a hand to his forehead and backed up to the wall, sliding down to the floor as he shook his head. This… is bad. Great going you twit, you miraculously turned yourself into a woman. On the day of the G8 meeting too. "Wait a second, the spell… maybe it could be reversed."
England scrambled to his feet and pulled open the door, almost powerful enough to make it fly off its hinges. Arthur reached the private study in record time and searched for the book among the millions of disheveled novels and papers. Furrowing his brow he crouched down and scanned the floor, "Aha there it is."
He picked up the spell book and quickly flipped to the page, and sure enough right across the one that he was trying to cast upon America was a transformation spell. He must have read the wrong one. England clicked his tongue and then began to read for the expiration date or a spell to reverse the effect. Upon finding the fine-print at the bottom England turned white. This spell is not reversal; expiration date can be three to five weeks or months.
"No… no." He flipped the pages again, but no dice. "Bloody hell, this is impossible." He threw the book across the room and sighed in dismay, he would be stuck in this female form for who knows how long. Arthur hanged his head down and stared at his feet. His stupid feminine feet.
"England open up! It's Hungary! You better have a good reason for calling me over here at seven in the morning!" Arthur whirled his head around toward the constant loud knocking and sighed in relief, closure at long last.
"Coming!" Arthur slapped his hands over his mouth in surprise, his voice. His voice was now high-pitched and light. He mentally groaned and with much reluctance went to open the front door.