Germany's Plan to Take Down the World
Chapter Twelve – I am not! -
If there was one thing that China hated the most, and he disliked a lot of things, was being mistaken for a woman. And despite being mistaken for one often, he never changed how he dressed or cut his hair. It also didn't help that he liked to use a chap stick that glossed his lips and favored floral scented hair and body washes.
He had dressed like this for as long as he could remember and it never crossed his mind to change it. It simply was.
He sighed in relief as he entered his hotel room. It had been another long and pointless meeting of the personified nations. Snappy comments became a fight which then deteriorated into childish name calling and hand slapping. 'Westerners and their odd ways…' he thought to himself.
His only high light of the night was when a small group of them went to a café afterwards and had a few drinks. It was relaxing to just sit and mindlessly talk about whatever while sipping hot tea. He had even had a rather awkward conversation with Germany. He had been pleasantly surprised, as he had heard a few of the stories. He hoped that maybe he had run out of ideas and had forgotten about him.
He let out a few groans as he stretched his sore back. Maybe he would ask Japan or someone give him a back massage before they all left the host city. He quickly stripped out of his clothing and wrapped a thin robe around his body. He lay in bed, breathing evening out as he fell deeper into sleep.
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Germany sighed as he stretched and settled into bed. He felt tired and his throat felt a bit sore from all of the yelling he had to do at the meeting. The nations were more rambunctious than usual and it tired him.
So he had quickly agreed to go to the after meeting drinking and was pleased to see that China was going as well. He had had the potion for him sitting his briefcase for the last two days of the meetings, but wasn't sure how or when to slip it to him.
He had jumped at the opportunity when the Asian nation went to the bathroom, and, making sure no one was paying attention, poured it in. Since this one was a difficult one, it would take a few hours until the affects would be noticeable. So he should see the results at the meeting tomorrow morning. He was quite interested in how this one would go. He knew the other nations, and it should provide great entertainment. He couldn't wait.
He drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Soon, he was asleep.
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China woke slowly. He was still half awake when he stumbled into the bathroom, intending to empty his bladder. He sat down and found something… odd, about the way it was coming out.
He yawned and looked down, and quiet curse in Chinese escaped his lips. He was missing his male parts down there.
His arm was across his chest, hand clenched, and he noticed a strange firmness. Closing his eyes, he moved the robe away from his chest, and looked down through half open eyes.
Breasts.
What?
He quickly finished up, and washed his hands. Then he turned to the mirror and stared at what he saw.
His waist was a bit slimmer, he had small breasts and he just looked curveier. He also noticed he his face was now softer looking, jaw line less prominent and more feminine features. He still had the muscle, it was just a tad different. What had happened?
He thought about what he should do. He couldn't skip the meeting. That was frowned upon and would break his perfect attendance record. But he also couldn't show up like… this.
He absentmindedly pulled his (her?) hair into its usual ponytail. Looking at just his face, he still looked relatively the same. He chewed on his lip. This… could work. Maybe.
In a flurry, he quickly through on his clothes, and was thankful that he mostly used clothes that were flow-y and loose on him. They were a bit looser than usual, and he had no bra or anything to wear, but it seemed to do. He tightened the pants with a belt and tied it off, grumbling.
He thought about how or when this could have happened. Obviously it was Germany.
Oh well. What was that saying? You get what you deserve? Something like that.
Luckily, today was the last day of the meetings and his flight was to leave in the evening. He should be able make it until then. Right?
He looked at his reflection. Nothing he could really do about his face, as he had no makeup or anything to apply. He decided that he could do no more and made his way to the meeting.
Once there he tried very hard to not draw any attention to himself. He sat down in his spot next to Japan, saying a quiet hello. They talked for a few minutes before Japan said, "Ne. Are you feeling okay? You sound a bit… off."
…
Shoot.
He hadn't thought about that. Of course his voice would have been changed as well, maybe a bit higher than his normal pitch.
"No… I am feeling normal." Or as normal as one could when waking up to find you are the opposite gender.
"Are you sure? Your voice sounds a bit like a…" He was unable to finish his thought as South Korea had once again made his presence known by hugging Japan from behind and giving his chest a squeeze.
"Kankoku! How many times have I told you not to do that!" He scolded, shaking him off. [South Korea]
"But your breasts are mine!" he said simply, ignoring Japan's comment on how he was male.
"Good morning aniki! How are you and your breasts!" He said, turning his attention towards China.
Wait, no. He should not do that, he thought slowly as the Korean advanced towards him, intent clear on his face. He panicked and could see no way out of what was to come from.
Korea happily placed his hands on his chest, squeezing. It was soft! Like actual boobs! What a nice surprise! He thought happily, squeezing the Chinese nation a bit more eagerly. They feel so real, he pondered. Wait. Boobs. China. Male…
"ANIKI! ARE YOU A GIRL!" he shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"Oh! Could that be why you sounded more girly than usual?" Japan pondered aloud.
"What is this Chine? Finally accepted your feminine side?" France said, receiving a glare from China and a few chuckles from those who heard.
"N-No! Of course not!"
"Well, now you have me curious. You were attractive as a male, what do you look like female?" The Frenchman pondered aloud.
"I don't look much different!"
"No, I meant minus clothing," he said casually, stroking his chin and looking China up and down.
"Stop looking at me like that!"
"Dude! China! You're female? I always thought so!" America exclaimed.
"I am not a woman!" China shouted.
"You certainly look and sound like it!" America said happily, pinching China's cheek.
"Aru! I was not a female! I clearly am now. For some reason… But!"
No one heard him as they all commented on how much more feminine he was.
"How cute!"
"I want to put you in a dress."
"Can you put your hair up into buns?"
"Like, he is definitely a woman."
"D-Don't be so rude!"
China pouted, growing angry. "I am not a woman!"
"But you are!"
"Aiyaa..." He said.
"Your breasts are mine!" Korea said, groping China again.
"Aru!"
Germany, and many others, was greatly entertained by what was going on. He chuckled a bit evilly and thought of what to do to the final two victims. And couldn't help feeling like he was forgetting something…
Hmm.
Oh well. He organized his paper and called for order.
"China! Stop pms-ing and please take a seat. Korea, stop harassing him. Er, her."
"I am not pms-ing!" China shouted shrilly.
A/N: I am sorry to be spamming your email. I realized I really should read through this again when I am more awake. So I deleted, sort of edited it and re-posted.
Thanks for all the reviews since I last updated! 96! Almost 100! :D
I hope this chapter was decent. I don't know what I wanted to get done, and I know it's not as funny as some of the other ones. ( ;_;)
And for some reason I think that if China is super embarressed, flustered or confused, he randomly says aru! I am not sure why.
Should be maybe 2 more chapters, but I am not sure when the next update will be. I still don't what to do for them. How do you embarrass or humiliate Italy or Hungary…?
So until next time! Whenever the next update is... I promise I will finish this at some point.