I Turned America Into a Teenage Girl

Yay! Another chapter! Is it kinda sad that I get great enjoyment out of torturing England and America with awkward situations? xD Anyways, I have really not a lot to say here right now, so I'mma let you read the chapter. :3

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!


England had never experienced anything more awkward than the shopping trip for female items for America. It was definitely a scarring experience. Hopefully, he would never go through it again. Ever. Right now, he was sitting outside the last store they had gone to, waiting for America to finish paying.

"Iggy!" America called, walking out the door with a shopping bag in his hand. He started coming over. "There you are! Are we going home now?"

"Yes, we are leaving now," England replied, extremely overjoyed by the thought. He started walking towards his car as fast as he possibly could, America jogging behind him to keep up.


America was acting...strange that day. Well, stranger than usual. It was around two or three when they got back from their interesting shopping excursion. America decided to change into one of the shirts and jeans he had gotten and then planted himself on England's couch, watching TV for hours. Okay, that part wasn't entirely strange.

The strange thing was what America was watching right now. It was a romance movie called "The Notebook" or something. Usually, the American would never watch something like that. He proclaimed that it was "unmanly and wimpy" and would only watch action movies. Wait a second...

"Are you crying?" England asked as he came into the room.

"Gah!" America yelped, jumping. He had obviously been caught. "N-no! I'm not crying!"

"You git, yes, you are! Those are tears in your eyes."

"No, they're not!" America argued, wiping his eyes. "It's...allergies! It's not like a hero to cry. Especially during a chick flick."

England snorted and rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say," he sighed, sitting down on the recliner next to the couch.

The movie went on for another half hour and by the end of it, America was sobbing. Actually sobbing. Like "my puppy just got hit by a car" sobbing.

"America..?" England asked, not sure if the other nation was okay. "Are you...all right?"

"I-I'm fine," America sniffled, taking off his glasses to wipe his eyes. "It...that movie...was just...s-so sad!"

"Not really..."

"That's because you have no heart, Iggy," he snapped.

"Git," England muttered. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Nothing made by you," America mumbled. "Can I have McDonald's?"

"Again?" England sighed. "But you had that for breakfast..."

"But you turned me into a girl!"

"...Fine. I'll get you McDonald's."

"Yay!" America cheered, grinning.

That's basically how the rest of the day went until dinner. The two of them sat in the living room watching TV. America had switched to an action movie and was yelling at the screen "fuck yeah!" whenever the good guys shot the bad guys. Sometimes he cried when there were touching romantic parts. But then he got fired up again when the action returned. England decided to go get America his McDonald's around then.

As the Brit was waiting in line to get the American his food, his cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered.

"Iggy! Where the fuck did you go? I'm so lonely!" America whined.

"I'm getting you your McDonald's," England replied. "I'll be back in half an hour."

"Oh, well, hurry up then! I'm starving!"

"I know. I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"

"'Kay!" There was a click as America hung up the phone.

About ten minutes later, America called him again. "America?" England answered.

"Oh my god, dude! Where the fuck are you?" America yelled. He sounded annoyed. "Could you take any longer? I thought you were getting McDonald's, not a five course meal. It's fast food, how long could it possibly take?"

England blinked, surprised. He wanted to snap back at America, but he was in a public place. It was not gentlemanly to yell at someone over the phone in a public place. Even if that place was a McDonald's. "Calm down, America," he said calmly. "I just ordered your food and it's almost ready. As soon as I get it, I'll be right back over as soon as I stop to buy myself more tea."

"Who drinks fucking tea any more? Nobody. It's a good thing I dumped your tea into the river cause it tastes like shit! Hurry the hell up, old man!"

That was when England lost it. "Shut up, git!" he snapped. "You should be grateful I'm even getting you McDonald's-oh, thank you-" he paused as the woman behind the counter handed him his order. "...in the first place! Now I don't think you even deserve this any more! So no McDonald's for you!" He hung up the phone before America could argue any more and stormed out of the restaurant and into his car. "Stupid git," he muttered to himself as he drove to a store nearby to pick up some tea.

After he had parked and entered the store, his phone rang a third time. He narrowed his eyes and answered it. "What now, git?"

"Oh my god, Iggy, I'm so sorry!" America cried. Was he actually crying now?"I dunno why I was so angry with you. Please don't be mad at me, I'm sorry, Iggy, really! I didn't mean it at all, I swear! You can get your tea and take your time coming home, really!"

"Um..." England replied, blinking. Well...this was strange. "It's all right, America. I'm...I'm not mad..."

"Really?"

"Really. Um, look, I'm buying tea right now. I'll be home in about ten minutes, okay?"

"Okay, I'll see you then, Iggy!"

England stared at his phone after America hung up. America was definitely acting weirder than he usually was. Should he be worried..? Not yet, anyway. It was a good chance the American was only messing with him. The Brit bought his favorite brand of tea, paid, and left the store to head home. When he got home, he was greeted by a big hug from America, which made him blush just a little bit.

"Iggy, you're back! Do you have my food?" America asked as he let go of him. "Can we watch a movie after we eat? A scary one? Pleeeassee?"

"Are you sure you want to watch a scary movie?" England asked, blinking. "Won't you get scared?"

"Of course not! I'm a hero! And heroes don't scare easily!"

The Brit sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. Lies... "Fine," he muttered. "Whatever you want."

"Awesome! Let's eat!" America took the McDonald's bag out of the stunned Brit's hand and ran into the kitchen, England behind him. He sat at the table and pulled out his burger and fries from the bag, immediately scarfing it down. England made himself a cup of tea, not very hungry at the moment.

When they finished eating, America practically dragged England by the wrist into the TV room and forced him to sit on the couch while he looked for a horror movie to watch. He ended up choosing Alfred (I wonder why) Hitchcock's Psycho and popped it into the DVD player before he sat on the couch next to England.

"Aaaah!" America screamed and clung to England's arm. As usual, he started freaking out when the scary parts started. He buried his face into the other nation's shoulder, as if he were trying to protect himself. "I-is it over y-yet?" he whimpered.

England let out an amused snort and patted America on the head once. "Yes," he replied. "It's over."

America sat back up to watch the movie, thankful the scary part was over. His eyes went wide a second later and he let out another cry as he jumped behind the couch. "Iggy, you liar!"

"I thought heroes didn't get scared," England chuckled.

"Sh-shut up!"


Yeah, this chapter was kinda boring. Meh, whatever. Wait until next chapter! It should be EXTREMELY AWKWARD for poor America and England. And EXTREMELY FUNNY to those who enjoy America and England going through these amusingly awkward times. Cx

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