Next Chapter! Yay!
I don't own Hetalia (I'll do disclaimers about every few chapters, I don't know if there needed but I don't want to get in trouble)
China slipped a red silk chinese dress on over her black tights and flats. She tied her hair up in twin buns shuffling down the stairs to her kitchen.
"Good morning China!" Russia chimed not looking up from what he was doing.
"How the hell did you get in here, aru!" China yelled at Russia. That's when Russia looked up from his glass of vodka.
"There's something different about China today isn't there?" Russia said as childishly as ever.
"England did some stupid spell, aru. He turned me into a girl." China answered pulling some leftover food out of her icebox.
"Oh so it was England, da?" Russia muttered returning to his cup.
"He told me to visit him this morning, aru." China answered munching on some re-heated food, under too much stress to actually cook.
"We should get going then, da?" Russia stated smiling. He then grabbed China's wrist and proceeded to drag her out of the house.
"This is kidnapping, aru!" China yelled as Russia pulled her behind him.
"Not if I give you to someone else!" Russia answered childishly. China finally giving up on her attempts to break free.
"Fine, aru." She muttered standing up and willingly walking behind her Russian friend.
"China's quite a pretty girl, da?" Russia mumbled smiling.
"R-russia!" China complained blushing furiously.
Pancakes, pancakes Canada thought trudging down to her kitchen still in her pajamas. Her eyes shot open. She sniffed the air again. Pancakes? Canada was confused.
"W-who's there?" Canada stuttered fearing an intruder.
"Oh," a familiar voice answered.
"France!" Canada yelled running towards said nation.
"W-what happened to you *mon ami?" France stuttered noticing how Canada was dressed, maple leaf pajamas too wide for her shoulders and similarly fitting pants showing just a bit too much skin. Canada sighed flopping down on her red couch.
"England was being stupid and cast some random genderbending spell, guess a couple other nations were affected too." Canada muttered into a pillow.
"Angleterre then, eh?" France said placing a plate full of crepes onto Canada's table. Canada stood up stumbling towards the table.
"You make the best crepes, France!" Canada said enthusiastically putting some powdered sugar on top of the pastries.
"Say, *mon cher," Canada blushed a bit at France's choice of adress "shouldn't we visit Angleterre?"
"I am right after breakfast," Canada answered starting in on her crepes.
"I'll go with you then, mon cher." France answered sitting down in the chair across from Canada.
*French for my friend
*French (again) for my dear
Also: Crepes are basically thin, French, pancakes. That's why Canada got confused.
This is my new chapter for spring break... and there's a blizzard outside my window. Isn't spring break suposed to be warm? I'm confused about the Canadian style weather, but at least I can stay in and write this. Hey, there's an upside to everything.