Just in time for Valentine's day! This chapter also is much longer than normal so I hope you enjoy!

(Fair warning that Scotland curses a little in the beginning)

"England!"

Scotland stepped out of the bathroom and shouted angrily while scanning the room for his brother. He was not, in fact, a sheep with a unicorn horn, but rather an extremely fluffy unicorn. "Why the fuck am I my national animal? Change me back!"

"I'm sorry," England stated, trotting out from behind the couch, "but as you can clearly see, I'm not any better off." He gestured to his tiny body with a hoof.

"Not better off!" Scotland snorted. "You're not the one who has to deal with all this fur!" He shook himself, and his wooly coat poofed out to make him look like a cotton ball.

"Look, it was your fault. You're the one who drank the potion." England levitated the bottle down and shook it. Scotland's ears flattened.

"Then how long am I stuck in this damn form?"

"Two weeks," England said flatly.

"Two weeks!" Scotland reared back. "Don't we have some other option that might turn me back quicker?"

"Us," England corrected. "And no, unless we have a reversal potion, but by the time we would finish brewing one, we would be back to normal."

Scotland let a few curses fly from his mouth, and England had to his magic to shut him up. "Sealand is sleeping." He pointed to the knocked-out colt on the couch.

"So, the squirt got his hands on this stuff as well?" Scotland mused.

"No," England sighed, looking down towards the floor. "I changed him myself as soon as he got back."

"Why? What happened?"

England stopped, his head hanging low as his cheeks flushed.

"He… he slipped the potion into my tea," he muttered in a low voice.

Scotland bit his lip, trying to hold back a laugh, but eventually it slipped, and he let out a loud whinny. He stopped, horrified by the sound. He wasn't a damn animal, after all!

"Whatever. This is getting too weird. I'm going to bed." Scotland trotted up the stairs and tried using a hoof to grasp the door knob, but couldn't get a grip. He moved onto using two, placing a hoof on either side and trying to turn it. That plan didn't work either. "Open ye bloody pumpin' door!" He swore. He turned around and bucked the door with his back hooves, knocking it off its hinges. He then trotted in and hopped onto his bed, burying his muzzle into his pillow.

"You know, you could've just used your horn," England chuckled as he appeared in the doorway with a sleeping Sealand by his side. He placed the micronation on the ground and lifted the door up, setting it back in place.

"Piss off," Scotland groaned as he grabbed his pillow, pulling it over his head. England rolled his eyes. He took Sealand and placed him in bed before he walked to his own room. He never felt himself hit his own bed.

For Germany, the day had gone on as usual despite having a huge mane of hair that needed a trim every hour or so. He managed to cut it just as his boss called him for a meeting that would've been extremely embarrassing if he didn't call a dinner break. Now back at his house, still in his suit, Germany felt his patience wear thin. His hair had grown back almost instantly after he'd cut it. On top of that, when he finished cooking sausages for himself, (while trying to hold back his wild cravings before they were done,) Prussia decided to snatch his phone and connect it to their TV, turning it into a makeshift DJ booth. Now EDM and glitch hop were blasting throughout their house, much to Germany's annoyance.

"Could you turn that down?" He asked, trying to focus on his meal.

"Awe, come on, West, I know your hearing is sensitive, but some of it sounds pretty good, and the creator's German!"

Germany gripped his fork tighter in an effort to keep from reaching over and slapping him. He inhaled and exhaled a few times, attempting to calm his nerves. "Look, I promise you can play it another time, just not now," he sighed as he tried to keep his emotions under control. He couldn't explain it, but this task had been growing more and more difficult all day.

"Fine." Prussia got up and fetched his brother's phone. Suddenly, Germany paused, face contorting in disgust as he bit down on something metallic-tasting and crunchy. He spat it out into a napkin and found it to be a hunk of metal. The whole head of his fork was now missing.

"What the?" He scrunched his brows in confusion.

"Woah, West, forget about super hearing and magic hair. You've got iron teeth!" He cackled as he stopped the music and slid Germany's phone across the table. Germany gave him an unimpressed glare and continued eating. "Awe, come on, I'm just trying to have a little fun with you."

"And I'm trying to eat," he growled as he got up and grabbed another fork.

"Fine. You know, you don't have to be so grouchy." Prussia pouted and turned on the TV, cranking up the volume a hair.

"This is the last time, Prussia! Turn it down!" Germany shouted, standing up and pushing the chair away.

"Fine!" He shouted back, but instead of turning down the volume, he turned it up. Germany slammed his hands to his ears, trying to drown out the noise as a migraine began to set in.

"That's it! I need a break!" He stormed over to the sliding glass door and fiddled with the lock for a second before pushing it aside. Germany stumbled outside just as the clouds parted away from the full moon. Its cold, silver light reached out and called him away from reality in a mysterious, magical embrace. He couldn't look away, not even when his brother approached.

"Hey, West, what are you staring at? Wow, it's full." He wolf-whistled and noticed his brother wasn't listening to him, let alone blinking at all. "Hey? You there?" He stepped in front, blocking the moon's view. Germany blinked a few times and snapped out of whatever had caught him.

"Yeah, I'm—"

This was all he said before his heart began to burn. He seized his chest in pain as he collapsed, the searing sensation sparking through his veins and lighting up his skin. His pulse quickened, then doubled under the pressure. He could hear it thundering in his ears as if he had just finished a sprint.

"West! Talk to me!" Prussia looped his arms around his brother's shoulders and helped him up, carrying him inside. Germany immediately fell to the floor again. Sweat trickled down his shaking arms. His muscles spasmed, and his cheeks flushed from the heat.

"C-call."

"Call an ambulance? Is it food poisoning from the sausages!?"

"N-no, call Italy. I think…" He pointed at the moon.

Prussia gasped. "No way! You're a werewolf!"

Germany nodded as his stomach gurgled and twisted. He seized his abdomen, trying to hold back whatever was changing inside. A sheen of golden magic enveloped his hair, and strands of it began to float like he was underwater. Prussia took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts. In frantic concern, he tapped Italy's number. However, on the other end of the line, an extremely annoyed Italian picked up the phone.

"What the fuck do you want, Potato Bastard?"

"It's the awesome Prussia speaking, but Germany just collapsed on the ground, and his hair is alive!" He spoke fast with worry in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Call me back when you have a better story." He hung up before Prussia could say anything more.

Germany's breathing turned to wheezing. His fingertips began to sting. Right before his eyes, his nails turned charcoal black and lengthened into sharp and deadly claws, bright red beads of blood forming at the edges. His toenails soon followed suit and ripped through his socks. This was unbelievable. He thought the dream was simply a coincidence, but the proof was right in front of him. He had just grown claws.

He wasn't allowed relief, however. The palms of his hands and balls of his feet burned like they were being scorched by hot metal as the skin toughened and swelled into firm, black pads. He kicked his socks off, shredding them to pieces with his new claws.

Prussia quickly dialed the grouchy Italian once more. He picked up, pissed off even more than before.

"You better have a reasonable explanation this time."

"Ja, I do." He turned the camera on. "Mein Bruder just grew claws!" He angled the phone and showed Germany on the floor, his arms quivering and his hair pulsing with magic. He craned his head, looking at the camera to see Italy, or rather, a wolfish, muscular version of Italy buried under a plush coat of copper red fur.

"Wait," Italy said in a surprisingly deep voice. "If I just transformed, and Germany is transforming right now, what about Japan?"

Germany's heart dropped. Japan was probably fine, but he couldn't stop shivering at the thought of what Italy had gone through to become so monstrous. And now it was time for his own body to undergo the same gruesome transformation.

"It-Italy's right," he choked out before a nasty burning itch spread up his arms, leaving fur in its wake. He tore up his sleeves with his claws to watch it thicken. Prussia hung up the call, rushing over to his brother's side. Germany forced his mutating hand up and shoved him away.

"Go. Chances are, when this is over, I'm going to hurt you," he hissed through gritted teeth as blond fur rapidly climbed up his arms.

"Bruder, I know you wouldn't even try to." Prussia crept closer, only to get shoved away again.

"Go!" He shouted. Prussia backed up as he forced himself to watch the transformation unfold.

The itching spread under Germany's suit up to his neck, where blond fur began to sprout and cover his face. There came a horrible soreness in his mouth as his teeth sharpened and rearranged themselves. His nose darkened, and he tried not to scream when a powerful pressure mounted in his jaw. A faint, wet cricking sound issued as the bridge of his nose crushed itself and melded with his stretching face. The bones pressed forward, cracking under the strain, and reformed into the shape of a muzzle coated in a dusting of fuzzy blond fur. With another painful pulse, his ears pulled back and curved, forming two wolfish points that angled upward on his head.

His heartbeat still raced, and the burning sensation intensified throughout his body. Germany stole a glance at his furry arms and cried out when he saw the muscles beneath beginning to writhe and pulsate, swelling and contracting rhythmically as if his body was still trying to fight the moonlight's magic. He snapped his jaws, knowing it would ultimately lose. His skin was already growing tighter and tighter. His quivering form gave out, and his burning muscles swelled freely, straining the seams of his suit.

He bit his tongue and braced himself as he felt his chest bubbling with fresh pain. He heaved as his torso expanded. His racing heart became larger to support his growing body, and his lungs filled out to receive enough oxygen to keep him alive for the changes. Around them, his ribs cracked and crunched like celery, sending fresh agony shooting up his nerves. His skeleton had begun its growth spurt. His spine popped and bulged through his jacket. The confining seams finally split, and he tore himself out of the constricting clothing with his claws as fur quickly swept over his back and traveled down to his deforming legs.

He threw his head up and howled. His muscles continued to balloon, and his skeleton snapped and shifted, the bones thickening and lengthening to monstrous proportions. His feet stretched, and his heels lifted up, and his toes pressed together. Lastly, a bushy blond tail fell to the floor with a thump and flicked back and forth, scattering dirt and dust like a broom.

"Bruder, you still there?" Prussia asked, reaching a hand out. The wolf raised its head and let out a mournful cry before setting its sight on him, its eyes glowing an icy blue.

Prussia tensed as he backed up. Also having read a decent amount of folklore about shapeshifters, he was scared past his wits. The wolf trotted over, steely muscles rippling beneath the fur. Prussia tried to bolt, but was promptly taken down by the oversized wolf and pinned under its body mass. He squirmed around, trying to escape, but a paw placed on top of his chest prevented him from doing so.

"So the joke's over. I'm actually going to die," he thought, struggling to breathe. "At least it'll be an awesome death." He closed his eyes, feeling the wolf's hot, moist breath on his face. He clenched his teeth, ready for the worst to come, but unexpectedly, all he received was a hot bath of slobber to the face. The wolf lifted itself, allowing Prussia to clamber to his feet. Slobber dribbled all over him. He promptly ran over to the bathroom, vigorously scrubbing his face and brushing his teeth.

"Ach, gross, unawesome dog breath." He spat out the minty mouth wash and stepped out, finding an oversized wolf with ice-blue glowing eyes waiting for him with a tennis ball in its mouth. It dropped it at the Prussian's feet and looked up panting with its tail wagging behind.

"And here I thought you were going to rip my awesome face off," Prussia chuckled. He picked up the slobbery ball with two fingers and flung it outside into their backyard. He swiftly began to record a video on his phone. The wolf barked and kicked up their carpet. It knocked over the coffee table as it scrambled outside to get the ball. It trotted back, panting as it dropped the ball on the floor.

"Wow, this is epic!" He scratched the wolf behind its ear. "I wish I could be a werewolf. You're so lucky." He gave the wolf a hug, sinking into its fur. It looked down, tilting his head to the side while letting out a small woof. Prussia got up and was about to walk away when the wolf lunged at him and locked his jaws onto the back of his leg.

"Gah! What the, you bit me!" He cried out in pain as he kicked around, attempting to free himself from the wolf's grip. Blood began to stain the fabric of his jeans, and the wolf clamped down tighter to make sure he couldn't escape. Prussia didn't have to wait for long. The magic in the wolf's eyes slowly faded and Germany regained control, releasing his grip.

"What happened?" He asked himself in a deeper voice. He shook his head as he noticed a metallic taste in his mouth. "Oh no, I didn't… "

He frantically looked around for his brother, finding him limping on the other side of the room with a gaping bite wound. He rushed to the bathroom, tripping over his own paws as he struggled to find his center of mass. Using the counter for stability, he sifted through the items and found the first aid kit, grabbing the bandage and gauze and wetting a washcloth. He rushed back out to his brother, using his claws to carefully take off the bloody material. He washed it out, applied anointment, and bandaged his leg carefully, making sure not to accidentally tear the bandage.

"You bit me," Prussia smiled, wiping away some light fur from his shirt.

"I did! Did I hurt you anywhere else? Do I have to take you to the doctor?" He ripped off his brother's shirt, checking the area for additional injuries.

"West, are you crazy? I can't say a werewolf bit me, and you can't drive." Prussia rolled his eyes. "Actually, you acted more like a dog than a wolf." He pulled out his phone and showed the video he recorded. Germany cringed, watching himself bark and chase the ball. Prussia couldn't stop cackling at his brother's horrified face.

"I-I-I," Germany stuttered, utterly speechless at his actions. First biting his brother, and now finding out that he behaved like an animal! He finished bandaging his brother's wound in silence.

"Awe, come on West, you should have some fun with it. " He poked his brother's furry shoulder. "Who cares if you're a giant dog? Don't you feel strong and powerful?"

"Well, ja, I actually do feel super strong, but—" His ears flatted abruptly, and he yelped in pain as he slammed his paws to the sides of his head, (then moving them upwards after realizing that his ears were a bit bigger than they used to be.)

"What is it?"

"It's my ringtone, but it sounds like America plugged it into one of those amplifiers of his!" He shouted as he held his ears down. Prussia winced as Germany's unnecessary shouting had also split his ears as well. He did however, pick up on a small buzzing noise coming from the corner of the room. He found Germany's smartphone buzzing on the floor among the shredded remains of his suit.

"Huh, your boss is calling." He picked up his brother's phone, reading the contact that flashed on the screen.

"Now? He can't see me like this!" He gestured to his shape.

"Well, he did say it was urgent in these messages." Prussia scrolled through his brother's phone.

"Fine. Just pick it up. I never let a call go unanswered." Germany huffed, expecting a turbulent whirlwind to come spewing out of his phone. Prussia cautiously clicked the answer button, and Germany's boss immediately began shouting into the microphone.

"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be back twenty-seven minutes ago!"

Germany winced and plugged his ears again.

"Um, um, um," Prussia stuttered, unsure of what to say. "Ach, Germany's busy right now."

"With what?" He roared. "Burkina Faso and her boss are growing impatient!"

"Um, um," Prussia glanced around, trying to think of an excuse. He then remembered the doggish tendencies and got a brilliant idea. "Playing with his new foster dog," he answered.

"Is that so? May I see?"

Germany began to sweat under his fur. He knew his boss would go crazy if he discovered that the personification of his country had suddenly turned into a dog. Prussia muted the call, and the brothers quickly brainstormed any way out of the strange situation they were in.

"How about we just pretend you're the dog?" Prussia suggested. "You already look like one, and with some positioning, it would be perfect."

"Absolutely not! I'm still a human being!"

"Not really."

"You know what I mean."

"Come on, what other options are there?"

Germany glanced up at the ceiling, trying to think of another solution, but his mind was blank. After a few minutes, he reluctantly gave in.

"Fine, I'll do it," he sighed, swallowing his pride. Prussia found a clean tennis ball in their garage and instructed Germany to put it in his mouth. Germany awkwardly clamped his jaws around it while lowering himself on all fours. He couldn't describe how it felt walking around like he was an animal, but he could sum it up in one word: humiliating. He sat on his hind legs with a ball in his mouth as Prussia took his picture.

"Hm, the ball isn't cute enough. Stick out your tongue," he ordered.

"Great, now he's starting to order me around like a dog as well," Germany thought as he rolled his eyes and lolled his tongue out, plastering a big, goofy, doggish grin on his face. After he approved and watched his brother send the photo, his boss hung up and texted that it was fine, as long as he showed up the following day at three o'clock sharp.

"Now that that's out of the way, I need to work on some things." Germany sat himself on the couch, careful not to sit on his tail, and got out his laptop. He powered it on and began typing, but found that the keys were now too small. Nevertheless, he kept on working, pressing delete every few seconds.

"So, who do you think did this?" Prussia asked, petting his brother's furry shoulder.

"I don't know, but that's the least of my worries right now." He continued typing, not noticing that he was beginning to dent his keyboard.

"West, you might want to worry about your laptop." The Prussian shifted his gaze towards the delete button, which now had a gaping dent in the center. He shut the lid, wincing at the sound of the screen cracking, and set it gently aside.

"Why are you trying to work? Aren't you going to howl at the moon and run like the wind through the forest? Or you could scare some people and get on the news! You at least have to see how much you can bench!"

Germany sighed. "I know you think this is 'awesome,' but you didn't have to learn what it feels like when all your ribs break and your muscles threaten to burst through your skin."

Prussia looked down at his bandaged wound, having second thoughts on what it truly meant to be a werewolf. Sure, Germany might be super strong, but he could no longer go out with his buddies on the full moon or have fun at a club without having to worry about his ever-growing hair.

He quickly shook it off, focusing back on his brother. "So," he started, breaking the awkward silence, "what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," replied Germany, leaning back and sinking into the couch's cushions. He reached towards the remote, but when he grabbed it, it snapped in half with a crunch. Germany flinched before getting up and tossing the mangled remote in the garbage. Two pieces of expensive technology already gone. He made a mental note to be careful with his strength.

Prussia, on the other hand, had many fresh thoughts coursing through his mind. "Bro, we need to test your strength. I think we would both have a good time. If we do it outside, it'll be easier to clean up!"

"No." Germany shook his head. "You saw what the moon did to me." He looked at his paws, shuddering at the thought of not having thumbs. "What if it only transformed me further?"

"Well, there is only one way to find out." Prussia spied the tennis ball from earlier on the floor, still wet from its last use. He picked it up and opened the door to fling it outside. Germany's ears flicked to the left, hearing the boinging of the ball hitting their stone patio. Instantly, he zoomed outside, yapping and barking. He returned to drop a soaking ball on the floor.

"What the?" He stood back up on two legs.

"West, y-y-y—" He stuttered, unable to form sentences from how hard he was wheezing. His pale cheeks turned bright red.

"Just spit it out." Germany rubbed his temples, but doing so in his wolfish form had Prussia making an even more horrendous noise. It was like he had a dying seal mixed with a chorus of cats in his throat. Germany pawed at his ears while letting out a dog-like whine until Prussia stopped, gasping for air.

"You acted just like a dog!" He wheezed. Germany buried his muzzle in his paws from embarrassment.

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Fine," Prussia sighed. "Can we go outside now? You didn't turn into a full wolf, so that means you should be safe, right?"

"I guess it does," he huffed as he stepped outside into the frigid air.

When they gazed upwards at the light of the the full moon, Germany felt a strange, beastly urge become apparent. He forced his head down and tried to hold it in, but the urge built up in his gut until he lost control. His eyes gave off a bright burst of magic, and he thrust his muzzle to the sky, belting out a deafening howl.

Prussia jumped at first, but then closed his eyes, listening to his brother's howl pierce the silence. "Woah," he gasped in astonishment when the sound finally stopped ringing in his ears. "That was awesome!"

"Oh, thanks." Germany's eyes turned towards the ground as his ears drooped and his tail fell.

"Awe, come on. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." Prussia reached up and petted his shoulder. "You sounded just like an actual wolf."

"I know but—"

Prussia suddenly cut his brother off with a burst of enthusiastic energy. "If your voice is that powerful, I wonder what we could do with those muscles!"

Before Germany could object, Prussia had run into the house and returned, out of breath, with metal poles of varying thickness. He zoomed right back in, dragging even more out, until he had brought most of their raw materials from the garage.

"We are not testing my strength," Germany growled.

"Yes we are, and what better way than to see what you can crush!?" He exclaimed, easily forgetting about Germany's overly sensitive hearing.

"Fine," Germany barked, knowing that with how things had been going for the past few hours, Prussia would likely get his way anyway.

He took a pole in between his paw-like hands, then with barely any effort, crushed it like a soda can. He tossed it aside, and it clattered to the ground. "There, are we done now?" He pointed to the mangled piece of metal. Prussia rubbed his hands together and grinned.

"We just started, West." He picked up another pole and handed it to the wolf-man. Germany twisted it into a perfect pretzel and dropped it to the floor before the bent metal's heat could singe his fur. With haste, Prussia handed another pole to him. This continued for the next hour until Germany let a yawn slip out. The yard was littered with noodles, pretzels, and shredded chunks of metal.

"It's getting late." Germany yawned (an adorable, squeaky dog yawn) and picked up the pile of scrap metal with ease, wondering just how much money they had just thrown out the window. He tossed the shredded aluminum into the recycling bin and stepped inside. He carefully climbed up the stairs, using the railing to keep his balance. His alarm suddenly beeped, and he cautiously pressed the off button, making sure not to break his clock.

"Hey, West, you going to bed already?" Prussia shouted from downstairs.

"Yes," he replied, carefully flicking off the lights.

"But it's only midnight!" Prussia whined.

"You can stay up as long as you keep the noise down!" Germany shouted back at his brother before shutting the door. He climbed in bed and pulled his sheets over his head. As he slowly drifted off to sleep, he rolled over onto his back, only to feel a sharp crunch of pain. He hissed and rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position.

"Why does sleeping with a tail have to be so hard?" He wondered as he kicked the covers off to relieve him of the sweltering heat. As he tried to fall asleep again, he rolled back over onto his tail. He groaned and curled himself up on the bed, not caring that he was sleeping like an animal. The transformation earlier had taken both a physical and mental toll, and he quickly found himself sinking into dreamless sleep.

Dun dun dun. Prussia should be careful for what he wishes for!