Chapter 2 - Dusche

Japan hurriedly—but, of course, politely—ran through the doors in response to the SOS phone call he had received from Italy about half an hour ago. It was a pretty ambiguous call, as any information Italy had given him at all were just scrunched up cries of "Japan! Japa~n! You have to come to Germany's house quick! He—uhh—she's going through something right now and we really need you!" The mention of "she" threw him off guard, and he was unable to question him for any more information as he had so quickly hung up on him just as abruptly as he had called him. He thought that maybe Hungary had paid them a visit and that they all needed his expertise on something outside their cultural boundaries...just maybe it had something to do with that kind of situation.

But, oh, was he wrong.

Such an unreal situation was definitely out of their boundaries of comprehension. Germany had turned female. What kind of unfathomable occurrence was this?

Japan looked down on a traumatized-looking female Germany, sitting in front of her still untouched mountain of pancakes, rubbing her arms in efforts to soothe, and Italy sitting worriedly in the chair on her right side, his plate empty and slathered in leftover butter and syrup. On her left sat Austria, nonchalantly sipping his morning coffee while reading the daily paper.

"D-Doitsu-san…?"

Japan was met with beautiful and worried blue eyes, such a vulnerable and worried face that clearly contrasted with the normal Germany's strong jaw line and intimidating eyes. It's the kind of picture-perfect German beauty that made Japan blush. He cleared his throat.

"A-ano…Doitsu-san…?"

"Japan…What the hell happened to me?" she cried out to him, as she covered her new feminine face with her feminine hands.

"Umm…" Japan tugged at the collar of his tasseled coat. "Doitsu-san…Well, have you eaten anything...unusual lately?" Japan was too shocked himself to think of asking any other question any less rational than what he'd just asked her.

Then from the kitchen doorway came Prussia, one hand holding another mountain of pancakes and the other holding a bottle of syrup. "Japan! It's so fucking awesome of you to join us!" He pranced towards Italy, handing him the plate of pancakes and the bottle of syrup.

"Uwaa~!" Italy cried in delight, as he quickly brushed off his worries for Germany and devoured his next plate.

"And what's this? My cute little Schwester hasn't even touched her pancakes!" Prussia chimed as he obnoxiously pinched Germany's cheeks.

"I told you there was something wrong with you!" he nagged on.

Japan was quite shocked to see Prussia handle the very unusual situation so casually just as how Austria was acting as if there was nothing unusual going on at all.

Germany reddened in cute anger as she tried to push her prying brother away. "S-stop that! Bruder, stop it!" she yelled, her normal intimidating aura quite less than usual, but still present.

Prussia let go, continuing his overlord laugh as much as he pleased. "Kesesese! Ehahaha! To think that I'd ever end up with a sister! Ahaha! It's just—ahh…uh…"

Prussia stopped short at the sight of her breasts. They were simply just far too large for her tank top, and as of that day, Germany still had some shopping to do for the proper female essentials, including bras and panties, considering her male form normally went to bed in nothing but a tank and boxers.

There were certainly no panties in those boxers at the moment.

Prussia yanked nervously at his collar. His protective big-brother instincts were kicking in, as well as his sexually awkward distancing nature towards women.

"Uhh—mhhm…West…you really should, uh—maybe wear a bra or something…"

Germany gave him an angry look of incredulity. "Oh, okay Bruder. Would you happen to have any bras I can borrow?"

"W-Well, at least change your shirt! Your junk is hanging out and agh—there are men in the house! Now you go to your room and put on a different shirt!" he ordered his new sister, as he awkwardly stormed back to his bedroom. The Axis heard some angry and awkward mumbling coming from the stairs followed shortly by the slam of a door. Once Prussia was confined in his room, Germany let out a wail of despair. Japan was unsure of what to do except pat her in the back.

"There, there, Doitsu-san. Maybe it's not all as bad as it seems. At least you came out a healthy woman."

"That's the thing Japan: I'm a WOMAN. This is just not scientifically explicable! How could this have happened?"

Austria finally spoke. "As shocking as this situation should be, I have an odd feeling that something as bizarre as this would happen under this roof," he shared as-a-matter-of-factly as he took another sip of his morning coffee. He then excused himself from the dining table, making his way up the stairs.

"Ah, Germany," he suddenly added on his way upstairs. "I suggest you keep yourself much tidier and well-kept than you already have been, especially when it comes to bathroom use. I don't want to have to deal with unkempt feminine hygiene in this house." With that, Austria had left the room, leaving Germany with the strongest urge to chuck his plate of pancakes at the pompous aristocrat.

"That guy…always acting as if this house were his…" she growled to herself.

Italy just gulped down his second serving of pancakes. "Cheer up, girly Germany! Maybe God wanted you to be a girl all along and He just decided to fix His mistake today!" She gave Italy an annoyed look before letting out another loud wail of despair.

"How am I supposed to show myself to my men now? How am I supposed to show myself to anybody?"

"Hey! Maybe I can take over for you!" Italy suggested, patting Germany reassuringly in the back.

She then caught him in the usual strangle hold in response. Even though Germany is clearly female now, her death grip was still as strong as ever.

'German girls really are as strong and scary as they're reputed to be,' Italy thought as he was nearing loss of consciousness just before Germany loosened her grip.

"If anyone were to ask," she continued, "here's how the story goes...umm…I'm currently MIA somewhere in Africa, and…"—She was definitely improvising at this point—"I was reported missing while in the middle of a reconnaissance mission. If anyone were to ask you about my whereabouts and my condition, Japan, that is what you will tell them. Do I make myself clear?"

"Hai," he replied surely. "And Doitsu-san has a skilled older brother. I'm sure he can handle your men for you while you are…well, 'MIA,' so to speak"

"Yeah…I'll have to stick with this story and let the other two in on it, as well. Austria isn't one to spill secrets so easily, although I am a bit worried about my loud-mouth brother…But as for you two, I trust you guys with such confidentiality." She then threw a piercing glance at the boy next to her.

"Am I right, Italy?"

"Don't worry, Germany! Your secret's safe with me!" Italy reassured.

"Jaa, what will you do now?" Japan asked.

Germany paused for a moment, and then sighed. "…I think I'm going to go take a shower…" With that, she got up and left behind her plate of pancakes. "You can have these, Japan, if you haven't eaten yet."

"Umm…well…" Japan stared at the daunting monster plate of pancakes with much worry. "I-it's fine, I've already eaten, thank you."

"I'll have it~!" Italy jumped at his third plate of pancakes.

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That was probably the most difficult shower Germany had ever taken. It took quite some effort to strip down first before showering with eyes half covered by one hand while the other tried soaping this new, more curvaceous body of hers. She can't think of a time when she had blushed harder than while she was showering in this female form; she was unsure of what parts to wash and how to wash them. Her vital areas were beyond different now. The area where penis and scrotum were once anatomically placed now had nothing but soft and silky flesh covered in a triangle of blonde fuzz, such that made her so reluctant but at the same time so curious to touch…

'How do you clean down there?' she constantly asked herself while she showered. Whatever the method was, Germany tried her best and washed off whatever soap she had left on and around her curvaceous body.

She got out of the shower, gently patting herself with a towel, feeling a mix of firm and soft flesh beneath. Since her hair was just about the only feature that retained most of its originality, she dried it in her usual fashion. She stood by the sink, staring at her blurred reflection on the steamed-over mirror. With a sigh of hesitation, she wiped away the steam with one hand, just enough to reveal her reflection from the waist up. In plain view were her now feminine face and her ample breasts. She brought her hands to her face, gently feeling its contours. Those once strong jaw line and stern brow were softened into gentle angles forming into a much more vulnerable countenance. She had grown an abundance of blonde eyelashes, further enhancing her much more crystal blue irises. Those hands traveled further down, gently skimming her smooth throat and her delicate collarbone, until they reach the top of her breasts. She felt a good amount of hesitation before letting her hands continue their journey downwards, familiarizing themselves with the firm flesh beneath. She felt her back slightly arch as her palms skimmed her hardened nipples, recognizing the extra sensitivity of the female body. Further those hands travelled, across the flat expanse of her smooth belly, until they reached down to her pelvis, barely skimming those blonde curls.

Germany noticed she had grown a light dust of pink across her cheeks. She had never played with a woman's body before, definitely not the way she had been doing just now. Germany was a virgin, after all. Never had he imagined he would one day actually have a woman's body literally under the palms of his-rather, her hands…well, maybe he had imagined it a few times, but he never thought such fantasies would become reality in the most unrealistic of ways. It's a bizarre fantasy that she thought could only be described in one of her 'special' magazines. Now that her hands have reached that triangle of curiosity, what will she do next?

Surprisingly, she pulled her hands away from her vital areas only to plant them onto the sink counter. She took a deep breath, and slowly let it back out, repeating the words "self-control" in her mind. Now is not the time to lasciviously fool around, not while she still doesn't even have a clue of how she turned out the way she did. Who knows what disastrous consequences could occur just from a single wrong caress? After all, it was curiosity that killed the cat. And the few moments that recently passed were merely just her way of familiarizing herself with this new body of hers—that's all it was.

Now…what to do with her hair? She took another look at the mirror, focusing more on her face and hair. One would think that if a male became female, his hair would grow out in great lengths. In Germany's case, it was the same usual shag of blonde he would wake up to every morning. She slicked it back like she usually did as a man and took another good look at her womanly reflection. Finally she decided,

'…No woman should ever do her hair like this…'

Deeming the style unfeminine and unattractive, she violently shook her head and hair out of place and back into its shaggy form. She looked at the mirror again. Then, she took a dollop of hair gel and instead of slicking her hair back with it, she lightly tousled around her shag of blonde into a much more textured look, something more similar to her brother's, only a bit longer in length. After fingering a few pieces into place, Germany decided that this will be her new womanly 'do. Until she became her normal self again, she would have to deal with a few fringes skimming her brow.

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"Hey…hey, Japan!" Italy called out from his side of the couch.

"What is it, Italy-kun?"

Italy giggled excitedly. "Don't you think girly Germany is—well, you know, kinda cute?"

Japan choked on the air. "H-how could you be saying such things? He—uhh—she's still our ally, after all! We can't let such bizarre occurrences and foolish feelings just stand in our business like this!"

He huffed and puffed, little puffs of steam shot from his head, his cheeks covered in a deep red hue. Japan is a lot more reserved now that there's a female in the gang. Italy leaned back in his seat; he was a bit disappointed that Japan couldn't share his excitement about having a female Germany in the group. His disappointment flew out the window as he heard Germany creep up from behind a wall. She cleared her throat.

"S-sorry…I was going through some difficulty…and I'm not exactly appropriately dressed right now…" she answered shyly from behind the wall.

"C'mon, Germany! You're okay around us," Italy reassured.

Germany cleared her throat again, slowly coming out from hiding as she tugged down her shirt. She was clad in nothing but the usual button-down shirts from her closet and the old boxers that Austria had recently patched up. Japan felt his veins burst and his entire face blanket in blood red. Unable to cope with the situation, he stood up suddenly and excused himself with a bow, with the excuse that his dog Pocchi had yet to be fed. With that, he fled the house; until the next time they meet awkwardly like this, he probably won't be seen for a while.

'That guy just can't get through a day of being around us without going through some sort of shock, huh?' Germany thought upon hearing the slam of the front door.

She took another glance at Italy. He merely sat there fiddling his fingers, looking just as awkward as Germany usually would in everyday life. Then he looked back up at Germany and gave her a sweet smile. "I think you look really cute, Germany."

Of course, she couldn't help but blush. Germany was used to Italy's constant hugging, kissing, and easily yet whole-heartedly proclaimed "I love you's," but something about that smile and the way he said "You look cute" hit her a little deeper than most of his other statements of affection. She cleared her throat again.

"Umm—Even if you think so, I still can't go around looking like this…my brother will probably bust a vein just as bad as Japan did…"

Italy put a thoughtful finger to his lip and then busted a light bulb. "Can I take you shopping at my place, Germany? Can I, can I?" he asked her excitedly.

She thought about it a little and considered his great sense of fashion. "I mean, would you know what kind of things I need, Italy?"

"Well, I've lived with Hungary for quite a while, and I can say she's probably taught me a thing or two when it comes to a woman's 'needs'," he reassured her.

"Well…okay, I'll go shopping with you," she answered half-heartedly.

"Yahoo~!"

"Just let me find something more decent to wear...It might take a while..."

A/N: second chapter up and running! actually a really short chapter, but i needed a nice clean spot to transition from one chapter to another. chapter title translates to "shower" in German - weird how in every other language the English word "shower" translates to something that sounds so close to "douche" in English...so why is it that "douche" in English is totally different from "shower"? unless you look at it as a "vagina shower" ...but why do we need the "vagina"? (-3-) UGH. wondering aloud, i'm sorry. i hate the English language with a passion.

anyway, once again COMMENTS SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU CARE :D

chapter 3 will be up sooner than you think (;