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Once they were ready, the six of them got into the car. Tino was driving, sat beside Berwald. Lukas and Matthias were sat on the middle row, and Leon and Emil were sat at the back of the people carrier "Couldn't we just take two cars…" Emil grumbled "I hate sitting in this car, it's stuffy."

"We're not taking two cars when we have one that will do the job, Emil." Lukas told him, looking back at them "It'd be less efficient."

"We're countries." Emil complained "We can teleport…"

"Yes, but if we just so happen to appear in a shopping centre, wouldn't that look weird? Also, people would wonder how we just got there, and how we left. It's a security issue." Lukas continued, thought Emil had stopped listening "Honestly, Emil…" he muttered, leaning his head back against the headrest "What are you giggling at?" he looked across to Matthias who was giggling to himself.

"Whenever we go over a bump, everyone's boobs bounce~" he declared, still giggling to himself. Lukas glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest "I can't help that it's funny…" he pouted at Lukas's reaction "It's just so weird, y'know?"

"Please, for the love of God, learn some tact, Matthias… This is embarrassing enough as it is." Lukas told him, huffing. He'd have hit him or set his troll on him, but his arms were busy, and his troll didn't like being inside cars.

"Is it embarrassing though?" Matthias asked innocently "I mean we're all in the same boat."

"Yes, that may be so, but some of us are obviously less comfortable than others." Lukas told him, looking out of the window as they approached the shopping centre. And awkward silence passed over the car for a minute, as Tino parked.

"Okay, so we'll probably want to split up." Tino said, turning to look at the others "So, let's agree to be back here in two hours' time, and if you're not back, one of us will call you." He told them all "Just buy enough to get by, because hopefully, this won't last too long."

They all nodded, glad to have some privacy between themselves, and got out of the car.

Meanwhile Yao was slowly waking up to a face full of blonde hair. Opening his eyes more fully, he saw a woman sleeping beside him. He exclaimed loudly in Chinese, scrambling away from her. This caused her to wake up, her eyes widening, seeing the other scrambling off the bed.

"Who are you!?" they both exclaimed, almost in unison, mouths open and gaping.

"No, you first! Where is Arthur!?" Yao demanded. His voice felt oddly high, but he ignored it, as he had a more pressing matter to deal with, like this woman sneaking into his bed where Arthur should have been.

"I am Arthur! Who the bloody hell are you!?" at this Yao gaped even more. This woman was claiming to be Arthur.

"I'm Yao!" he exclaimed, feeling like this was going in circles "Arthur is no woman!"

"I'm not a woman!"

"You could have fooled me!

"Wait, what!?" Arthur scrambled out of the bed to look at himself in the mirror, and to his utter shock and astonishment, there stood a woman in the reflection, with a horrified expression on her face "What on earth!?" he exclaimed, looking down at himself

"I told you!" Yao told him again.

"Well you look like a woman too!" Arthur told Yao, pushing him in front of the mirror, to see a petite woman, looking horrified.

"This was your doing, wasn't it?" Yao glared at him.

"No, what on earth made you think that!?" the Englishman defended himself quickly "Look, it'll probably wear off, why don't we just make this as fun as possible?"

"What's fun about this!? I want my body back!"

"Yes, yes, I do too…"

After a lot of bickering, and Yao spending roughly an hour trying to get Arthur's hair to look reasonable, they finally got out of the house, and into the car, agreeing that they both needed some clothes.

Many nations were already at the shopping centre, as they'd recently had a meeting so close by. Leon and Emil almost mistook Lili, and Vash, but considering their expressions were so different, they noticed relatively quickly. They also came across some rather confused looking Baltics, a very tall Michelle, at one point they were sure one woman they saw looked like Francis, but they weren't certain.

Both Leon and Emil spent a while in each shop they went to, browsing through the latest styles, and trying things on "I guess there's something cool about all this~" Leon said, walking out of the changing room with an arm full of clothes.

"Yeah?" Emil eyed all the clothes, wondering how one person could afford all of that.

"People won't give me weird looks for wearing skirts in public now." Leon smirked slightly, walking over to pay for his clothes.

The truth was, a nation's money reflected how much money they had as a country, meaning Leon had an awful lot of money, whereas Emil had very little. Often Lukas, being one of the richest Europeans, would often help him out, with some extra cash here and there, if he needed it.

"Yeah… You know it's not permanent, right? I mean you're buying a lot of clothes…" Emil said, looking at him questioningly.

"When I stop wearing them, I'll give them to Mei." He told him "She hasn't got as much money as me, but she likes nice things." Leon continued "It wouldn't really be fair not to think of her…"

"I thought you didn't get on?" Emil questioned, remembering how much the two of them seemed to tease each other and argue with each other.

"Of course we do." He said "We like fighting, it makes things interesting, but it doesn't really mean anything. If I really didn't like her, I just wouldn't talk to her." Leon explained.

"Oh… I guess that makes sense." Emil nodded "So… I think that's everything, right?"

"Pretty much… Could we hit the drug shop before we go back to the car though?" Leon asked "I think I ate something bad, and I want to get some pain killers."

"Uh, yeah sure." Emil nodded, shrugging "We have time."

The two of them walked across the courtyard, briefly catching the eyes of a couple of very familiar women. A moment later, Leon dragged Emil into the shop quickly, wanting to avoid them. When the Icelander asked for an explanation, he didn't get one.

Yao and Arthur had noticed Leon running into the shop, and decided to follow him, to try to resolve things "You think he even wants to see us?" Arthur rolled his eyes, walking with Yao into the shop.

"No, and that's the point." Yao insisted.

"I'm… not following." The Englishman said, questioningly "If he doesn't want to see us… why are we following him?"

"Because I want to stop all this drama." Yao told him, pulling him around, looking for Leon.

Leon was desperately trying to avoid them. He wanted nothing more than to just leave as soon as he could, because he really wasn't feeling very good. Just as he finished paying for his pain relief, Yao spotted him again, calling him over.

Much to Emil's exasperation, and displeasure, Leon started to run away. Emil could see many problems with the way Leon was facing this problem. For one, he wasn't facing it at all, secondly, he wouldn't be able to run forever, and thirdly, he'd end up getting himself lost, and that was never a good thing.

Yao ran after him, knowing that eventually Leon would have to stop and slow down.

Leon was struggling to hold himself together. Usually he could pretty well. He wasn't usually the one to outwardly show much emotion, unless he was drunk, but for the second day in a row, he found himself on the brink of tears. He ran into a public restroom, and shut himself into a stall, sitting on the closed lid of a toilet, bringing his knees up to his chest, and resting his face in them.

He wasn't sure how much more pathetic it got than this. He was hiding in a ladies bathroom, and it smelled, and it was cold, and poorly lit, and dingy. He couldn't help but think about how angry and upset he was. Years of trying to ignore it, and accepting that the two people who raised him wouldn't get on, was crumbling. Surely he was meant to feel good about them getting close to each other, but he didn't. He just remembered every harsh word spoken, every bitter insult, every fight, and the day that without warning, or even being told what was happening, Yao just handed him over.

He could remember seeing Yao with battle scars, and he remembered when he was young, Arthur coming home after months, with cuts and bruises, spewing words of hate about the man Leon had respected so much.

He remembered when he was finally given back, and he'd been expecting greatness, and everything he'd remembered from before, but that wasn't what he came back to. He felt so betrayed by him, and the decisions he'd made, and at the time, he shrugged it off. He was glad to be relatively independent, but it stuck with him. Yao was embarrassing. He did things that made him look bad, smog from his country would move over his city. All this anger and frustration, and emotion was rearing its head.

Leon heard a door open, but stayed where he was. The door to the stall was locked. He'd stay there until Yao left, or until he could at least stop crying. This wasn't how he was meant to deal with things. He was meant to keep everything, and keep a stiff upper lip, not letting anyone know just how he felt, being unreadable was something he was good at, but right now, he just couldn't stop himself from sobbing.

"Leon… I know you're in here…" Yao started to say in Chinese, one so that if he was overheard, people wouldn't understand him, but also because he favoured the language and so did Leon. Leaning against the door, he spoke again "I saw you run in… Please talk to me... Could you tell me why you're so upset with me at least?" he tried, leaning his head against the cold door of the stall, sighing "It's not like you to be like this, Leon… please just tell me what's wrong… I hate to see you like this."

Leon stayed silent, trying to ignore him, hugging his knees tighter.

"If it's something I've done… I'll try to fix it…" Yao continued "I was never meaning for you to be upset, Leon… Please come out, and talk to me… Things won't be like they were before, you know… people change. You used to smile… Why don't you smile for me anymore? You don't even go by the same name as you used to… Do you hate me?"

"No…" Leon mumbled quietly, through the sobs. Of course he didn't hate Yao. He could never hate Yao, he was just angry, and upset, and he felt betrayed, and confused, but he never hated him.

"Leon, please come out… We can go home, and just talk things over…" Yao could feel tears prickle in his eyes. He'd not even realized there was a problem. Leon always seemed so together, and self-assured, so what was this?

After a long while of coaxing, Leon finally stepped out of the stall, his face red and blotchy from crying, with wet streaks from tears. Wordlessly, Yao pulled him into a hug, holding him closely. God, he hated seeing Leon cry like this. He couldn't even remember the last time he got this upset. He stroked his long hair with one hand, noticing how his frame was smaller than before, and softer to hug "You too, huh…." Yao said after a moment, trying to smile.

"Hm?" Leon kept his face in Yao's shoulder, probably making it quite wet with tears.

"You got turned into a girl too…" He said, still stroking Leon's hair, pulling away from the hug for a moment "Why don't we go home and talk, okay?" Yao wiped Leon's cheeks with his thumbs, trying to dry his tears.

Leon nodded quietly "Yeah… okay…" He pulled out his phone and messaged Emil: im go home. C u

He wasn't trying to use obnoxious text talk, he just found English hard to write and he couldn't think much about spelling at that point in time. Emil would understand him.

Yao put a hand behind his back and guided Leon to the car, sending a text to Arthur 'I found him. I'll talk to you tomorrow.'

Emil and Arthur, who'd been sitting outside the drug shop for the past half hour or so, looked at their phones, mumbled a goodbye, and left in opposite directions to go home.

Once Leon and Yao were back at the house, the elder sat Leon down on the sofa, and sat beside him "Okay, talk to me." Yao said, looking directly at him "Tell me why you're so upset…"

"I just…" Leon wasn't even sure where he was meant to start "You're not meant… to get on." He said, not sure how to explain it "You're not meant to like each other…"

"Why's that?" he asked, rubbing the other's back.

"Because when you do… one of you will get hurt… and you'll fight, and-"

"You're not going to get hurt this time, Leon…" Yao told him "And wouldn't it be better that we won't fight so much?"

"No! You're both too different!" he exclaimed, raking his fingers though his hair "You're going to get hurt."

"You don't know that… and we have a lot of things in common too…" Yao tried to explain "Look, if it doesn't work out, we've agreed there won't be any bad feelings… But, don't you want me to be happy?"

"You know Kiku has a thing for you, right?"

"What, no he doesn't…" Yao said quickly "And I'm not interested in him anyway."

"No, you like unfriendly Europeans…"

"I don't think you can talk, Leon…" Yao smirked.

"That's different…"

"Leon, please just… don't be upset at me for this. I know things with the two of us have been bad before… and I know it's hurt you… but please… just let me have this, okay?"

"Fine… but if it goes wrong, don't cry on me…" he mumbled, before taking some pain killer out of his bag.

"What's that for?"

"I think I ate something bad…" he said, taking a couple of the tablets "I dunno, my stomach's just not happy… and my back hurts, and I'm not sure why…"

"Right… well… You should talk to Mei about that." He said, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Why..?"

"Because she knows more about it than me." Yao told him "Don't question me."

Leon gave Yao a questioning look, before standing up and walking up to Mei's bedroom, and knocking on the door "Hey, can I come in?"

"Who is it, and why?" he heard a deeper voice than he would have expected from her, he assumed she'd been affected too.

"It's Leon, and it's because Yao sent me." He said, leaning against the door.

"Don't laugh… okay?" She asked, hesitantly.

"So long as you don't laugh at me, we're cool…" he said, rolling his eyes, he just wanted to know what Yao wanted him to know, and why Mei was the person to ask out of all the people he could possibly ask.

"Okay… I'm opening the door…" she said slowly, letting him into the room, the both of them staring at each other for a short while "Wow, okay… What do you want?"

"I don't know, Yao said to come to you… My insides feel like I ate something bad, and stuff aches and whatever, and that kind of sucks…" Leon explained, shrugging "I don't know why he thought you would be the one to ask about this, because he's all keen on medicines and stuff."

"Ooh… I see…" she said slowly, a small smirk forming on her face.

"What, why are you smiling at me all of a sudden?" he asked, suddenly feeling rather concerned "I feel like suddenly I should be worrying."

Mei paused for a moment, looking at Leon's face "Wait a minute… Have you been crying?" she asked him, looking concerned for a moment. Though, if he had, it would confirm the situation further for her.

"Uuh… no…" he lied, feeling like crying wasn't something he should admit to, because it was totally not manly at all to cry, and he especially wasn't going to admit it to a sibling.

"Right…" she said, not believing him for a second, but not wanting to push him, because that would be a little too mean "Well, and you're probably not going to like what you hear…" she told him "Do you know anything about the uh… female reproductive system?" she asked.

"Oh my god, am I pregnant!?" he exclaimed, looking down at himself in slight terror.

"What!? No! No, you're like the opposite of pregnant!" she exclaimed quickly, before starting to explain things to him.

Once she'd finished explaining, he just sat there in horror at what he'd heard "That's not fair…"

"No, no It's not, Leon, but that's life." She nodded her head in a knowing manner "I'll just give you some of my supplies, so you don't have to try and buy things, because you'll only do it wrong, knowing you…" she told him, looking through her drawer, and handing him a box "Have fun."

Leon looked at the box in scrutiny, reading the instructions slowly, because they were in English, before looking at her, almost begging her to end his torment, before it really began.

"Sorry, Leon~" was all she said. As much sympathy as she had for him, she was a little pleased that he had to experience this, because perhaps it would help to give him some perspective.

He stood up and walked out, to go and follow the instructions on the box, before curling up on his bed, and texting Emil: U will never ges wat. HK

He received a text back soon after: You're getting spelling lessons? Ice

:Ew no, google periods. HK

:Uhhh… okay? Ice

:Oh shit, are you okay, man? Ice

: I fel lik im diing. HK

: Want me to come over? Ice

: Yes, bring icecrem. HK

: I'll be over in ten. Ice

Leon stared at his phone screen, waiting for the ten minutes to pass for Emil to get there, laying curled up on his bed. He felt something after a moment, before shuddering, and grimacing. So it had begun… He was not accustomed to this feeling, nor did he ever want to be. This was like some kind of twisted hell designed to make him as uncomfortable as possible.

Emil arrived fifteen agonizing minutes later, walking into the room "You like cookie dough, right?" he asked, before sitting on the bed beside him.

Leon looked up to see Emil. Never had he been happier to see him, even if he had the appearance of a woman. He moved to nuzzle his head onto the other's lap. Emil smiled a little bit, petting Leon's hair, of which there was much more of now "So, you're gonna have to sit up if you want icecream…" Emil said slowly, patting his back a bit.

Leon sat up after that, grumbling quietly, before taking the icecream and eating it, leaning against Emil as he did. Emil eyed the icecream hungrily; he had been hoping Leon would share with him, but he didn't seem to be very interested in the idea of sharing. Emil sighed, before poking Leon's side a couple of times "I want some too…" he told the other, grumbling as he did.

"Fine fine…" Leon said, offering the other a spoonful.

"I can hold the spoon myself, you dick." Emil said, trying to take the spoon from the Asian.

"My icecream, my rules." Leon argued back, easily keeping the spoon from him.

"Ugh… Fine." Emil finally gave up, groaning as he did so "But you're a total dick."

"I'm okay with that." Leon told him, feeding him the icecream "Because like… I'm your total dick." He smirked, because he could tell Emil wanted to say something back, but his mouth was full of icecream, and anything he said, would now be poorly timed, and lose affect.

Emil just huffed, finishing his mouthful "Whatever."

Bam! And so concludes this chapter! I'm sorry that I've not been frequently updating! I'm going to try and update more frequently, as I'll have a lot of free time over the exam period, and I think if I don't write any fan fiction when I'm revising, I'll just lose my mind! Either way, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I love getting reviews, as they just seriously make my day, and I love hearing suggestions about the story, because it helps me with ideas! I should say that I do know roughly where this story is going, and I have a lot of plot planned out, but that's not to say that I would object to anything you could suggest to me about what could happen!

Question time:

Who knew that countries could teleport? Apparently they can. Apparently it was mentioned in the comic at some point? Who knew right~

What's going to happen between Yao and Arthur now?

What's happening with the other Asians?

When will the spell be reversed?

What is it with Yao and Leon liking unfriendly Europeans?