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Chapter 2: Alice

"Arthur, wake up!" A voice sounded from far away. My mind was spinning, darkness surrounded me. I could feel a feathery light touch accompanied by more urgent voices. I opened my eyes, scrunching at the intrusion of light into the darkness.

"Arthur, please wake up!" The voice called again and I forcefully sat up now that I remembered what had transpired. I groaned loudly when I felt pain all over my body.

"The demon! He-" I halted mid-sentence as I took in my surrounding. I was on my kitchen floor and it was bright out, a sign that it was probably morning or noon. In front of me was my best friend, Flying Mint Bunny, who hovered in the air with a worried expression.

I remembered the events of what I assumed to be last night. The demon was enraged and had done something. My kitchen was fine and so was I, besides the painful sensation. Was that his revenge? I glanced down at my body, relieved that I was still in my black cloak.

"Arthur, are you okay? How do you feel?" Flying Mint Bunny asked and I could see a hint of panic in his voice. Why, I wasn't sure.

"Yes, I'm alright. A little painful, but I have been through more than that," I assured him.

"Really? You are absolutely sure you're fine?"

"Yes, why do you insist?"

"You might want to look in the mirror, Arthur."

"Huh? What do you mean?" And then it hit me. "Did that demon do something to me? What did he do?" I was panicking.

I broke in a run towards the bathroom, ignoring the protests from my tired limbs. I hastily opened the door and stared at large mirror in front of the sink. A reflection of me stared back, but something was very unusual and wrong about this.

Black cloak. Check.

Green eyes. Check.

Eyebrows. Check.

Blond hair. Check... Wait a minute. LONG BLOND HAIR? ! ! !

I touched my hair and felt the silkiness. Weird... Was that what the incubus did? Make my hair longer? Actually, it wasn't that bad. It suited me. However, it reminded me of that time I grew out my hair because of that frog, only to have him cut it exactly the way it was. This time, though, my hair was quite beautiful and framed my face perfectly. A little feminine, but nothing a scissor can't fix.

"So..." Flying Mint Bunny began, "Now what?"

"I think I will keep it like this. The hair is nice." I ran my finger through it, feeling the softness.

"YOU ARE FINE WITH THIS?"

I covered my ears at the volume. How a tiny creature like him could be louder than a party full of Americans was beyond me.

"Calm down, Mint."

"Arthur, you never tell me you wanted to me a girl. Was it because of that Alfred? I knew you like him, but to sacrifice your pride as an Englishman like that..."

Hold it right there! Did he just said what I thought he said? Me? Wanted to be a girl? (I filed away the part about Alfred to deny at a later time in the future).

"I do NOT want to be a girl! What in the bloody hell are you talking about?" A high-pitched voice echoed in the bathroom. At the realization that, yes, that high-pitched, almost-squeal was my voice, I grasped my throat in confusion. Then it clicked in my mind. Long hair. Girl. Soprano voice.
OH DEAR GOD!

I took off my cloak in a hurry. I still wore the same sweater and dress pants from yesterday, except they seemed much more baggy. Clasping my hands to my chest, my heart almost leaped out of my throat when I felt something that shouldn't be there. Those lumpy, soft, bouncy mounds, much to my horror, had attached themselves to my body. I stared at the mirror again and a (quite voluptuous) GIRL with an uncanny resemblance to me stared back, colour drained from her (or rather, my) face. My instant reaction was:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

"ENGLAND ARE YOU BEING ATTACKED? ! ! FEAR NOT, THE HERO IS HERE! ! ! ! !"

Alfred burst through, slamming my bathroom door smack against the wall and created a very noticeable crack. Somewhere in my mind, the pirate side of me was screaming for some flogging, but unfortunately, my shocked brain could only stood with my jaw hanging slack, staring at said 'hero' who was staring back at me in confusion. Mint was nowhere to be seen. I assumed he either was scared away or (I was hoping not) currently attached to my bathroom door, which was barely hanging on its hinges. Mental note: send a bill to America later.

"Who are you?" The git finally found the tongue to speak. But this was not the time to be sarcastic, Arthur. How do you answer that question? Claiming myself as England right at that moment would be like asking for that obnoxious laugh of his and added to the humiliation. Not to mention he already found out that I *ahem* read romance novels. Knowing him, he would say something along the line of "those girly stuffs turned you into a girl." That was definitely not an option. But then how could I get myself out of this without saying the truth. I have to make my lie seemed convincing. Think, Arthur, think!

"Who are you?" Alfred adorably tilted his head. Adorably? Where in the bloody hell did that just come from? Did changing into a girl make me act like one too? Female hormones and all that (could nations even have hormones?) Wait, this isn't the time to think about this. He asked the question again, I have to say something-

"I... uhh... I-I'm... A...lice, Arthur's... sister. That's right! I'm his sister."

Plausible explanation, if I do say so myself.

"He has a sister?" God, why couldn't he just give it a rest.

"Y-Yes. I... um... don't usually get out much." He was staring at me now, did he catch my lie? I waited with bated breath as he observed me from head to toe. Please please please don't let him figure it out.

"You're like his exact copy! Even your huge eyebrows are the same. That's funny HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

This bloody git-

"What country are you?"

"Uhh... I'm... Wales?" I was sure Alfred had never met my arsehole of a brother. Being his typical American self, it wouldn't surprise me if he didn't know what Wales was.

"OK!" Was what he said, or rather, yelled, accompanied with his hero pose.

Just as I was glad that I wouldn't have to answer any more question, given Alfred's self-centered tendency and short attention span.

"So, Alice, where's England?"

So much for that small moment of relief.

"He's... not here. Uh... He has to go out of the country... for business."

"Really? I was hoping to see him today." Alfred said with disappointment in his voice.

He wanted to see me? My heart skipped a beat and I was pretty sure my face was blushing as well. Now that I remembered, he immediately came in when he heard my scream. Was he worried about me?

"I-If I may ask, w-what do you need my brother for?" Curse the stuttering! Calm down, Arthur.

"I was going to annoy him, of course!"

"You wanker-"

"Wow, you even talk like him! That's funny!" More obnoxious laughter filled the room. I felt the urge to kick this bloody prat out my house. And I did just that.

"Look, Arthur will not be in for a while, so why don't you get on with your vacation and go tour Europe."

"How did you know I have a vacation?" Oh bloody hell, did he figure it out? "You wanna come with me or something? We'll hang out and go eat burgers!"

"Ahem. As much as I would like to join you (not really) I have some business to attend to."

"Oh really? What's that?" Why didn't this git just leave already! I caught sight of my broken bathroom and immediately thought of an excuse.

"I have to fix the door," I pointed to said tattered door.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that! The hero needs a dramatic entrance! By the way, you might wanna do something about the front door too."

I groaned out loud in irritation.

"Gotta go. See ya! Oh, and when England comes back, tell him to call me!" He ran out the door, laughing all the while.

Well, best get to work. Scolding the idiot would have to wait.

...

"Arthur, are you sure this would work?"

"Of course, Mint, I summoned him once, I should be able to summon him again." Clasping my magic tome, I began reading aloud the incantation. My magic circle glowed again, signaling the succe-

"Da?"

"Oh god Russia! What the bloody hell are you doing here? !"

"Who are you? Usually it's England who summoned me."

"Urgh... Just go back wherever you came from!"

"Da..."

Once that creepy Russia left, I collapsed in a heap and groaned at what happened. I couldn't summon that incubus again. Why did Russia pop up instead of him? Everything was exactly the same as before. How could I fail?

"Don't worry, Arthur. We'll find out how to change you back eventually." Mint, ever a good friend, tried to comfort me. At least I still have him to depend on during hard times. Sighing, I stood up and patted the dust from my pants. Looks like I will have to live as Arlene until I figure out a way to change back.

...

After a call for the construction workers, my doors were soon replaced and the crack on the wall was patched up nicely. I made sure to tell them to send the bill to America. Stretching myself (commanding workers to fix it just right was hard work, mind you) I went into the newly-fixed bathroom, about to take a relaxing bath when I froze. I was now a girl - I have the body of a girl - I have to take a bath - It would be embarrassing as hell. Oh jolly.

After a really awkward quick shower (a long bath was not an option at this moment of crisis, unfortunately) during which I could not stop blushing and had look away from my own body, I began to notice yet another dilemma. I did not possess any female... clothing articles, meaning those... things were hanging and bouncing at every step. While I took a moment to feel sorry for every single female on this planet, my mind was screaming for me to do something about it instead of standing awkwardly naked in my bathroom. Throwing over as much clothes as I could (my boxer, dress pants, belts, tank top, dress shirt, sweater, coat) I ran out of the door, my destination - the dreaded female boutique.

Guess what will happen next ;)