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Chapter seven

A couple weeks had passed since America's time with the girls, and she was starting to get more comfortable with the idea of being a girl. America had realized that she did not have to stop doing her favorite activities simply because she was a girl and as the shock of changing genders began to fade people slowly began to treat her more like how they did before. The other girls and some of the more compassionate boys also tried to help America through this, but they soon realized that if they pushed her too far or treated her exactly like they did other girls she would often blow up on them; leading them to come to the conclusion of not focusing solely on the gender issue. Even so, Hungary had decided to give America that if she needed assistance in the next few months she would be willing to help.

With all of this happening, America began to slowly become more accepting of the possible fate of being stuck a girl. That is, until she went to use the bathroom and saw that she was excreting blood. America had no idea what was happening, completely forgetting that girls had periods, and screamed bloody murder.

At the time, America and England had just checked into their hotel room for the meeting tomorrow. England, surprised by the scream, rushed to America and asked what was wrong.

"I don't know, I just came in to use to toilet and then…what the hell is happening to me now?" America whined, curling up on the toilet seat filled with anxiety.

England tried to hide his blush, sighed, and in a softer voice asked, "What happened exactly? Certainly it can't be all bad."

"My stomach and lower parts were feeling weird so I went to the bathroom and found out I was…just look," America answered, shakily getting off the toilet and pointing to the unflushed wads of toilet paper. Slowly, England glanced in and found the bloody concoction. America then asked in a softer voice filled with fear, "What's happening now? Am I sick or something?"

England thought for a moment before making a motion of instantly knowing the answer and saying, "Well it's definitely not due to you losing your virginity so it must just be your period."

"My period…," America commented, face turning even whiter. Sure, she vaguely remembered hearing that girls once a month went through this kind of thing, but that was mainly from the guys around the president's office complaining about how it turned their girlfriends and wives into bitches or from commercials trying to sell tampons.

England continued, "So no, America, you are perfectly healthy. Bugger of a time for you to go on it now, though, with the meeting happening tomorrow after all. But I guess it was supposed to happen at some time, with you being a full girl now and everything."

Color slowly began to come back to America's face as she thought about this; only it was not due to her feeling better. Sure, she could eventually get used to dressing more like a girl gradually. She could even deal with the occasional arguments with England over how to act now she still acted at times like a boy. But to suddenly have it thrown out there that every month she would be stuck bleeding out of places that she had figured blood should not come out of and having to deal with mood swings was a completely different thing!

"I guess that would explain why you had been eating a lot more fast food than usual, along with why you've been wanting to do it more often in the last few days; not that I'm complaining," England mused, earning an angry glare from the other.

"Are you enjoying this England, 'cause I'm certainly not! What's to enjoy about this?" America screamed at him, thrusting her finger at England's chest.

"Calm down, luv, no point getting your panties in a bunch. I know that this was probably a shock for you but if you're to stay a girl than it's simply another thing to get used to," England answered, trying to seek reason with the other.

"But I don't want to get used to this! Change me back England, now! You said you would look for a way to get me back to normal so what do I need to do," America whined.

"But I thought you were getting used to being a girl, that you were enjoying yourself?" England asked, starting to cave into the American's angry glares.

"Dressing up, fine. Making fun of guys when I beat them at video games and sports, it's hysterical. But this just takes the cake on not cool!" America yelled, eyes beginning to well up with tears.

"I know, luv, but you'll just need to bear with it for now. Look at it this way, at the meeting tomorrow we're going to be talking some more about what happened to you to, alright? Maybe one of the others has had better luck than me," England said, trying and failing at sounding comforting.

"Well maybe if you hadn't been constantly thinking more about doing me every fuckin' chance you get you would have found an answer! Honestly, Iggy, you seem to like my new body more than anyone; and you always act like France is the only pervert. And lose that stupid blush on your face before I smack you!" America yelled.

"Then how about you pull up your pants," England retorted, causing America pause, blush deeply, and punch England in the face sending him stumbling out of the bathroom while shouting out that he was nothing but a pervert.

Too angry to think straightly, America marched out of the room. Several minutes after leaving, America reached a small park outside of the hotel and began to cry out of frustration. If it was not one thing ruining her life it was another, and despite the fact that the more reasonable side of her was saying that this happens to everyone the emotional part of her felt very much alone. Finally deciding to do something about this, America sulked back to the hotel and asked the receptionist for Hungary's room; thinking of taking Hungary up on her offer of help.

To America's relief, Hungary was already checked in and was found before the woman left for someplace else. The Hungarian was surprised to see America at her hotel room looking so miserable, causing her to ask what was wrong. In response America sniffled, "Iggy was being an idiot and I just realized that I'm going to have to deal with periods if I stay a girl."

Hungary thought about this for a moment before making an "ah" sound and allowing her guest to enter. As she closed the door behind America, she asked, "So are you on your period right now then?" America sadly nodded in response, causing Hungary to continue, "Strange, I could have sworn that it would be delayed due to the stress of you turning into a girl and getting used to it. Guess I was wrong about that."

"I don't want to have a period," America pouted, sitting down in one of the seats.

"Trust me, Sweety, no one does. It's simply something that all of us girls have to accept and get used to for ourselves; whether we knew that we were a girl from the beginning or not," Hungary replied, earning another pout from America.

"And it's completely normal for you to be scared about it too. I was terrified when I had my first one and I'd bet that it was the same with most of the others," Hungary continued, this time causing America to ask if that was true. Hungary smiled and said yes, making America feel a little better. At least that meant she was not completely alone in being scared of the situation.

After this, Hungary led the other to the bathroom to show how to use the supplies and give her one before taking her out so that the American could buy her own products. As they did this, Hungary made sure to explain the differences between different products and to be more patient when America would have a temper tantrum over something. After some time, America and Hungary returned to the hotel, America feeling a little better about the current situation. She still Hated the idea of this happening every month and figured that she never would, but at least she was not alone in that regard.

With the bag of products in hand, America left Hungary for the evening in order to go back and see what England was doing. In all honesty, America felt slightly bad about hitting England like that while at the same time hoped that maybe it would knock some sense into him. England called out a greeting as he heard the door open, getting out of his seat to see who it was. He smiled when he saw it was America and asked if she was alright.

"Ya, guess I just needed some help sorting this out so I went to spend some time with Hungary," America answered, frowning slightly upon noticing the black eye England was sporting.

"I see, it's nice that you to have someone to go to about that kind of stuff. I guess it makes since that I could not help you that well earlier. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad about it instead of making you feel better," England replied. He really did not want America to be mad with him and had decided that he was going to need to handle that better in the future if they were to continue dating.

"Thanks, and I'm sorry about your eye. Guess I sort of over-reacted," America said, laughing slightly in an awkward way in hopes of lightening the mood.

"Sorry enough to get me out of that outfit for tomorrow?" England asked, a slight smile on his lips.

Upon hearing this, America's happy mood changed to threatening anger and snarled, "No. I don't care if I broke every bone in your body; you and the rest of you jerks are taking your punishment for causing me that kind of embarrassment. Understand?"

"Yes, yes, forget I brought it up. You know that as a gentleman I always try my best to pay my bets," England commented, causing America to huff and say that they should go get dinner. Agreeing with this, the two of them left the hotel room in search of a nice restaurant to eat at.

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