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Germany, Italy, and America sat uncomfortably at the long table in Britain's parlor. Britain was busy looking through a thick book filled with ancient text while hundreds of similar books laid stacked around her. The other three nations sat awkwardly at the table, waiting for Britain to finish and trying to keep their eyes anyone other than themselves or anyone else. Hours ticked by as Britain slowly sifted through book after book as the other waited impatiently for her to find something of use. Something that might help their embarrassing predicament. It seemed almost as if they would be stuck there forever when at long last, Britain slid her hand underneath the cover of the last book, slammed it closed, threw her hands up in frustration, and exclaimed curtly.
"Nothing!"
Germany, America and Italy looked up at the word.
"Was?" Germany asked getting up from her seat and walking over to Britain. "Nothing? What do you mean nothing?"
"I mean nothing!" Britain pinched the bridge of her nose as she slumped back in her chair. She gestured to the closed book in front of her with both hands. "There's absolutely nothing in these texts that gives me any clue as to what happened!"
"I thought you were supposed to be a wiz at this kind of thing!" America accused coming from her chair to behind Britain. "What happened to 'number one magic in the world' you always brag about huh?!"
"Look, I'm sorry!" Britain huffed getting out of her seat and walking away from the two. "But I can't help the situation if I don't know what caused this in the first place! The magic in these books has set and strict rules that could easily conflict with each other unless you know what your working with! If I just try and cure us now, I could end up having our intestines coming out of our eye sockets!"
"Alright fine." Germany sighed. "Since we need to know what happened before trying to reverse this, I'm guessing we're going to be stuck like this for a little longer than preferred, right?"
"Hopefully not too long, but basically, yes."
"So how do you propose we keep anyone else from finding our about our...situation?"
"Well..." Britain sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "We could always try hiding it."
"Uh...Iggy" America squinted in irritation. "I don't know if you've been paying attention, but how to you expect..." he poked a finger directly at herself"...to hide something this!?"
"When I said hide, I meant we stay in this castle until we figure out a cure." Britain explained. "We can work on the problem here until we figure out a way to get ourselves back to normal."
"We can't stay!" Italy exclaimed standing up. "We can't do that! Since this is the last place anyone has seen us, it'll be the first place searched! If we stay here, than Romano will come looking for me and..." Italy clasped her head in her hands and trembled. "Oh Dio, what if Romano finds me like this?! He'll kill me if he ever finds out!"
"And what about Prussia? " Germany paled at the thought. "Mein Gott, he'd never let me live this down if he found out! Probably spend the next century bragging about it all throughout all the pubs!"
"Russia?" America asked mishearing the name Germany said. But then she started thinking about Russia and her face grew blue with horror. "Oh hell, Russia!" she buried her face in her hands as horrid ideas formed in her mind. "Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap!" she swore to herself.
"You gits honestly think there's any worse person to find out about this than France?!" Britain grimaced. "You don't know the meaning of terror!"
"We've got to get out of here!" America panicked, "If anyone finds us like this, we're screwed!"
"I think it would be a good idea to leave. "Britain acknowledged. "However, it will probably be safe here for the next couple of days. We should spend that time carefully so we can handle the matter appropriately and efficiently.
"I agree ." Germany nodded. "Staying here too long would be risky, but so would just barging out completely unprepared. If we can figure out some sort of lead, we should have a better chance of finding a solution than going out blindly."
"Well I guess that settle that. I for one need a breather from searching through all these books. Anyone have any ideas what we should do for now?"
As if on que, everyone's stomachs growled savagely. And between dealing with the shock of their change, having nothing but alcohol the night before, and considering it was six o' clock already, everyone was practically starving.
"Can we please get something to eat?" America asked miserably leaning on the table from hungry weakness.
"Just as long as Britain's not the one at the stove." Germany consented.
"Hey!" Britain shouted angrily, clearly offended at the remark.
"Just because you're a woman now," Germany responded, "doesn't mean I trust your cooking."
"Bloody wankers..."
Italy insisted on being the one to make dinner (considering it was too late for lunch and way too late for breakfast) instantly declaring pasta to be the dish served. Being able to cook pasta really improved her disposition. It was nice to know that being transformed didn't change everything.
Britain leaned her cheek on her fist, still griping about not being able to cook. America let her chin along with her weakened arms sit on the counter top as she looked longingly towards the boiling vat of pasta. Her mouth watered from the wonderful, appetizing smell as she silently urged Italy to cook faster. Germany stood next the other two and looked towards Italy, happy to see that she was feeling better. After a few minutes of cooking, Italy slid the dish in the oven.
"Ve! Alrighty then!" Italy smiled skipping towards the others and waving her arms merrily. "The lasagnas gonna be ready in an hour!"
"And HOUR?!" America moaned. "I want it noooow!"
"So what should we do until then?" sighed Germany.
Britain coughed and looked away, a blush growing on er face. Everyone looked at her curiously
"Er...well uh..." she stammered. "I suppose we could...you know...get...dressed."
Everyone looked at her blankly.
"Hey don't look at me like that!" Britain defended fiercely "We're just putting on the rest of our clothes! It's not like we're going to have to get naked!"
At the word 'naked', everyone did a double take and turned red as they tried to keep certain, questionable thoughts out of their minds.
Germany turned covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to stay serious about the matter.
"Well then, I'm going to go to my room and finish dressing. I'll be back in a moment."
Germany slowly left and went upstairs. The remaining three watched her leave until Britain silently got up and went to her own room. Italy and America stared at each other for a few seconds.
"Yeah, I'd better go too." America sighed getting up and climbing the stairway. Italy watched as she went and slowly let out a "ve..." before she too made her way back to the guest room.
Once alone, Britain picked up the phone and called the number of a local department store.
"Hello?" she shakily spoke into the phone. "Listen, I know it's late but...can I put in an order...um...well you see...I need it to be delivered by tomorrow."
Britain gave the address and made an order that she knew was going to haunt her for the rest of her life.