A/n: I'm sorry this took so long! Life has been crazy and I kind of forgot how to het for a while
They'd decided how it would work within a week. They each wrote down various kinks on enchanted pieces of paper and placed them in a jar. Whenever there were no plans for the following day, England would draw a slip of paper and activate it, causing one of them to wake up the next morning with his body altered to fit the specifications.
However, with both of them being so busy the jar had collected a fine layer of dust before its first use.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" England asked, "Some of these may be a little… odd for one or the other of us."
"Pfft, and you call me a puritan." America stuffed his hand in the jar, pulled out a piece of paper and held it out, "Come on, I thought you liked adventure."
England huffed and snatched it away, "I was offering you a way out, idiot. I'm perfectly fine with this."
"Fine."
"Fine."
America walked over to the bed and slid beneath the covers. "Come on, babe, let's stop pussyfooting around so we can see what happens!"
England rolled his eyes. How idiotic his boyfriend could be! He muttered the words to activate the spell and threw the paper away before crawling into bed with America.
"Don't worry, baby," he said, holding England tightly, "Your big stwong Amewica is hewe to pwotect you!"
England shoved him away. "Don't talk to me like that, idiot."
America laughed but kept his firm grip around England's waist, "Seriously, though, this is supposed to be fun! I know that being stressed is your national sport, but-"
"Oh, be quiet." England lightly flicked his nose but offered no further resistance as America nestled his head in the crook of his neck. He traced the familiar curve of America's spine. He just hoped that nothing too horrible would happen, especially on the first try.
It was only when his eyes took in the bright morning sunlight and his skin didn't have America's familiar warmth pressing against it that he realized he'd fallen asleep. He sat up and stretched, allowing a yawn to escape as he rubbed at a sore spot in his neck.
He looked down at himself and realized with a jolt that he was more normal than he ought to have been. He looked over at America and saw why. His hair was longer, his shoulders were slimmer, and his body had become much curvier overnight. England peeked over his body to see his face, rounder, softer, much more feminine, and now that he was looking at the right side there was nothing to hide the massive pair of soft-looking breasts attached to his chest. Her chest? What was the proper pronoun for someone whose sex had changed overnight anyway?
England lay back down and rested his head upon the side of her neck. Really, he couldn't care less about grammar at the moment. Yes, he adored America in his male form, but he hadn't been with a woman in so long, and as much as he appreciated a muscular broad chest and those big strong arms sometimes he had secretly longed for the soft supple body of a woman. He inhaled deeply, taking in America's new feminine scent. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Oh, he was going to enjoy this alright.
Then America woke up. She yawned, unfortunately giving England a face full of morning breath, and rolled over to smile at him.
"Good mornin' Eng-" Her eyes widened and she sat bolt-upright, running her hands up and down her body with her eyes wide. "-The fuck is this?"
England sat back and allowed her to figure it out. It had historically be better to allow America to realize what was happening on his own, so it would probably stay the same even if now it was on her own. Besides, even if he had wanted to say something he would have lost his ability to do so as he caught sight of her now-exposed breasts. He thanked God that America had decided to sleep shirtless the night before.
Eventually, she did stop grasping her body as though she didn't truly believe its existence and looked at England, frowning, "How come I have to be the chick?" She whined.
England couldn't help it, he started laughing.
"Hey! Don't do that! I know you did this on purpose! Not cool, man!"
"Don't worry, it won't be long until I'm stuck in a form just as awkward as yours if not more so. Besides, if I remember correctly you were the one who suggested this."
America blushed, "Yeah, well I was expecting a hot British chick…"
"I know it's likely little consolation, but I'm rather happy with what I awoke next to."
He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips, which she eagerly accepted in spite of her previous complaints. England decided he'd take the chance to be adventurous. He slowly lifted a hand and placed it on one of her breasts. She didn't seem to mind, so he lifted his free hand and placed it on the other before giving them both a small squeeze. Fuck, they were just as soft as they looked! He had planned on getting himself acquainted with her body and then leaving her to want for a while, but he didn't have the control at the moment. He guided her back down onto the bed and pulled away.
She was beautiful laying there, her straw-blond hair was spread like a halo and both of her arms were up above her head, a blush already across her cheeks and her breaths were shallow and rapid. Oh, why hadn't he done this earlier? He licked one of her nipples, making it hard before giving its partner the same treatment. America moaned unabashedly, grabbing his hair and throwing her head against the pillows.
"It's much more sensitive like this, isn't it?" He asked.
She nodded down at him.
"Just wait, love," England said, sliding further down her body.
He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her hips and enjoying her round, soft thighs before spreading them. He tugged down her extra-large flannel pants before lowering his head. He inhaled deeply. Oh, Christ, he'd missed that smell so badly! He lifted his eyes to look at her face. Her eyes were wide, but she was panting and flushed. Of course, it wasn't as though she could hide how aroused she was when England could see the dampness clinging to her walls and her scent was thick in the air.
Oh, how he longed to put his tongue inside of her! He wanted to bury it deep and lick up every drop of fluid he could find until he would taste nothing but her for days. But that was too selfish. He had to give America something for her trouble first, so instead he flicked his tongue out to just brush her clit. She gasped and clawed his hair again.
"Did you enjoy that?" He teased, giving it a slightly longer lick.
His reward this time was a long drawn-out moan and with that he decided to spring into action. He gripped her thighs, holding them open and pressed his tongue against as much of her nether regions as he could reach. She threw her head back and screamed and England wouldn't have been surprised if he was missing hair after how tightly she gripped his scalp. He began to slowly lick, allowing the tip of his tongue to slide inside on the way. After that he couldn't want anymore. He buried his face between her legs and pressed his tongue inside as deeply as he could, finally getting to revel in the taste he'd been craving since he'd noticed America's change. However, before he had his fill there was a rush of hotter, less viscous fluid.
"Um… hey England?" She asked after a moment.
He swallowed every drip he could before looking up at her, "Yes, America?"
"Did- did I just come?"
"Yes," He replied, nuzzling her thigh for no reason other than that it was there and he bloody wanted it. "Why do you ask?"
"I…" She blushed even deeper, "I still want more."
He smiled, "I was hoping you'd say that." He sat up and began tugging at his own pajamas.
"How is that even possible?"
"It's simple, really." He got down on his hands and knees and pressed his forehead against hers, "Women might not naturally be as… adaptable as we are in the bedroom, but there are things that make up for that." Oh, fuck, how had he missed his cock getting so painfully hard? Well, what did it matter now, he was about to give it what it wanted. "Now let's see how often I can make you come."
With that he pressed inside of her. Both of them let out rough, animalistic cries. Good god she was tight. "virginal," England realized, "America has never been taken like this before." He licked his lips. He had missed out on America's first times topping and bottoming (America had admitted once while drunk that Canada had gotten both when they were in their awkward teenage years), so he was exuberant to finally be the first at something.
"Come on, dammit," She said after a few moments, "Just because I haven't had one here doesn't mean I don't know how to take a cock!" He nodded and set a steady pace, only for her to object again with, "Just 'cause I'm a chick doesn't mean I'm a fucking flower!"
He rolled his eyes, which she opened her mouth to object to, but he made her cut herself off with a keen as he began laying into her earnestly. He placed his head in the crook of her neck and began to suck to try to muffle his own moans. It wasn't that he was embarrassed. He simply didn't want to block out any of the heavenly sounds coming from her throat.
Within a few strokes she was coming again. He pulled away for a moment to allow her juices to spill out onto the bed, making her already-heavy scent even thicker.
"That's two," he said mostly for his own benefit.
"Shut up!"
"It's not a bad thing." He said, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, "It just means you're enjoying yourself." He lined his cock back up with her hot, wet opening but stopped, "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"
She was quiet for a moment, leaving England in the excrucitating position of his head being within a hair's breadth of the hole it was designed to fill but unable to enter. However, even worse than that was the idea that maybe, just maybe she didn't actually like this. Maybe he was too used to being male for this to work properly.
"It's weird," America said finally, "It feels hella good, but I don't know if I like this wanting more thing."
England smiled and brushed her hair out of her face, "That I can fix. Just trust me."
"Alright." She said, giving him a small smile in return.
He leaned down to kiss her as he pushed back in. He began massaging her breasts as he moved, swallowing her cries as eagerly as he had swallowed her come earlier. Dammit… as much as he was trying to be comforting he was running out of self control. The feel, the smell, oh America… it was too much, America was always too much and-
"Hey," she said softly, tracing his cheek, "Like I said, I'm no flower. I want you to have fun too."
With a wink she thrust up against him, spurring him on into a rapid pace. She came for a third time, but he didn't pull out, letting her drip down his cock instead. He was too close. If he saw her spill again he might be done right then and there. England placed his head on her chest and looked up at her flushed face. She wore that same hazy expression America always had during sex. He found himself grinning back.
"Feel good now?" He asked.
"'M almost there, England. So close. Think this is my last."
"I'd hope so. I can't give you much more."
He pressed his thumb against her clit, giving her just enough to shove her back over the edge for the last time before he took the plunge himself, the two of them together filling her to the brim. He pulled out and rolled to the side, closing his eyes and trying to catch his breath.
"Thanks," She said breathlessly, "I feel so good now."
"Yeah? I'm glad." He opened one eye to look at her, "I have one request to make, though."
"Huh?" She rolled onto her side, "What is it?"
"When we get up, wear one of my shirts."
"Clothes kink again?"
"Please?"
She grinned and pushed herself up. She rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a pair of plain blue boxers along with one of England's favorite pinstriped shirt. He watched her cover herself, first with the boxers and then beginning to button his shirt. She stopped about three-quarters of the way up so as to still show off her bosom. After that she just walked away.
America paused in the door and looked back at him, "Don't forget, I want more later." She gave him a wink and went into the hall, leaving him to curse refractory periods.