America was, to sum it up in a single word, pissed.
"We're girls! GIRLS!"
"America-chan, please calm down, it's not like we're going to die."
"Don't tell me to calm down, Japan! I have to sit down to pee and Korea has a braid!"
"Ve~ I kinda like being a girl!"
"Yeah, but everyone already thought you were a girl anyway..." Canada pointed out, but nobody heard her.
"Well, I hate it." Romana crossed her arms. "That damn tomato-bastard braided my hair! And put me in a dress!"
"Don't you wear a dress all the time?"
"Shut up, potato-bastard! It's none of your business!"
"Alright, dudes, chill!" America banged her fist on the table to get their attention. "We need a game plan. Any ideas?"
"I think we should hit eyebrows-bastard where it hurts!"
"You mean...down there, da-ze?"
"Iya, I think Romana-chan meant we should get revenge..."
"Ve~ What does revenge mean?"
"Revenge originated in South Korea, da-"
"EVERYONE SHUT UP!"
The girls did as they were told and turned to look at Seychelles and Taiwan. (Hey, their bodies changed, but their minds didn't. And face it, girls are much more organized than boys.)
"Thank you," Seychelles huffed and sat back down, allowing Taiwan to take over.
"If it's revenge on England you're looking for, then I have an idea."
"Ve~ I still don't know what that means!"
"Oi, frat - er, sorellina, look, pasta. Fetch."
"PASTA~!" Veneziana pranced out of the room and sat in the kitchen, happily (and quietly) eating.
"Thank you, Romana."
Said profane Italian nodded in acknowledgement at the Asian nation, and he continued.
"Now, we've all noticed England's, er, prominent eyebrows..."
"Eyebrows? I thought they were caterpillars he kept there for decoration, da-ze."
"No, Korea, dude, they're eyebrows."
"Korea-chan, why would he keep caterpillars on his face...?"
"I don't know. He's weird, da-ze."
Hey, can't argue with logic.
"Anyway, back to the topic, he's very...proud of his eyebrows, isn't he, America?"
"Yeah, dude. He never shuts up about them."
"What does he do to them?"
America tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"Does he groom them or something?"
"I think I saw him trimming them once..."
"Shut up, potato-bastard. No one asked you!"
"Oh my Shinigami, can you all just BE QUIET?!"
Everyone turned to stare at Japan, who was sitting back down, flustered and red-faced.
"Sumimasen. I don't know what came over me."
Korea began clapping slowly, but was elbowed in the ribs by America.
"Um, xiéxié, Japan. Now, Germany said he trims them. Is that true?"
America nodded to confirm. "They're still thick as hell, though."
Taiwan grinned mischievously and relayed her plan to America, who was to be the ringmaster of this prank.
Two days after the little nations' secret meeting at Prussia's house, Japan, Korea, and Canada came over to England's to play with America.
"Alright, men! Er, girls," the hyperactive nation corrected herself. "I call this plan 'Attack Plan Alpha', like Alpha Dog! Woof!"
"Just get on with it, da-ze."
America glared at Korea and continued.
"This," she paused to draw what looked like a razor on the whiteboard behind her, "is the trimmer Iggy uses for his cater-brows. It comes with four little attachments." To emphasize her point, she drew all four, circling one. "This is the one he uses to trim them, and this," she drew a circle around another one, "will do what we need it to do."
"So that's our job? That seems simple, America-chan."
"Not simple," America brandished the marker in the Japanese girl's face. "Efficient."
"Where's Mr. England now?" Canada asked. "I don't hear him downstairs."
America tapped her chin. "I think he said something about 'teaching the frog a lesson', whatever that means. Told me he'd be back later."
"Then this should be easy, da-ze!" Korea smiled evilly and rubbed her hands together.
"Um, Korea, you're scaring Kumakichi..."
"Let's go, da-ze!"
The Asian nation ran out of the room with America, who was laughing her crazy/epic/concerning laugh. Japan and Canada trudged after them.
"Hey, Japan?"
"Hai, Canada-chan?"
"Do you ever feel like you're being dragged into things against your will?"
"...every day."
Evidently, Korea and America had already made it to the bathroom and were attempting (failing) to switch the attachments.
"Ugh," America scoffed, throwing the razor down onto the counter. "Stupid guy stuff..."
Japan raised an eyebrow, and America looked up in horror.
"Oh, no... No, no, no! I'm still a guy! I'm still a guy!"
Canada patted her sister on the back, and the American burst into tears.
Japan and Korea, however, had succeeded in figuring out how the razor worked and proceeded to change the attachment and place it back in its spot.
Korea rolled her eyes when she saw America crying and pulled her by the ear out of the bathroom. "Come on, da-ze."
"So...what are we going to do until Mr. England comes home?"
"Wanna watch a movie?"
"Depends, da-ze. What movie?"
"Dunno. Let me see."
America rummaged through the movie cabinet and found a movie called "The Notebook".
"What's this?"
"May I see it?" Japan asked, looking over the movie case when she received it. "It might be like 'Death Note'..."
"Whoa, seriously?!" America snatched the case back, already placing the disc in the DVD player. "I love Death Note!"
Japan provided some Pocky (though Korea insisted on Yan-Yan), Canada made pancakes, and America popped popcorn.
2 hours later...
America sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. "That was the saddest thing I've ever watched."
"H-Hai..." Japan dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.
"Did we just watch a chick flick, da-ze?"
"I believe so," Canada answered, using Kumajiro's paw to wipe her eyes.
"Why are we crying? Heroes don't cry!"
"I believe we'd be heroines now, America-chan."
"Did you just call me a drug?"
Ignoring the question, Japan said, "Girls have strange emotions."
"Damn straight. I never would have cried at that as a boy, da-ze."
"So being a girl means we cry at chick flicks?"
"Apparently so."
"I'd like to know why Mr. England had that movie in the first place."
The statement was followed with a moment of awkward silence, as England had walked through the door muttering curses at a certain Frenchman. He stopped when he saw the four of them still crying.
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
"W-We watched 'The Notebook'," America hiccuped.
"And...?"
"It was so sad, da-ze!"
"Sad?" England tilted his head. "I wouldn't call it sad - OW!"
America had thrown a pillow at him. "You d-don't understand!" She grabbed another pillow and sobbed into it. Japan sniffled. Korea choked back a sob. Canada grabbed a tissue and blew her nose.
"Is this because you're girls now...?"
"How sh-should we know?" America's muffled voice rose from the pillow.
"We think so, England-san." Japan ignored America again and tucked her handkerchief back in her kimono.
"Right...well, I'll go freshen up and then make you guys - er, girls - something to eat."
"No, don't trouble yourself, Mr. England," Canada said quickly. "We'll order pizza or something."
"Yes...of course." England trudged off to the bathroom, and the four girls managed to overcome their movie-induced sadness, remembering why they'd watched the movie in the first place.
"Oooooh, this is gonna be fun~!" America giggled creepily in a way that could have put Russia to shame.
"Shh, I wanna hear, da-ze!"
They sat silently and heard the razor whirring in the distance, followed by a loud, "What the bloody...? AMERICA!"
The little girl laughed and ran upstairs, followed by her three partners-in-crime. When England burst through her door around thirty seconds later, they were reading magazines.
"Oh, hey Iggy," America greeted nonchalantly. "Did you do something with your hair? You look different."
Korea and Canada stifled laughter, and Japan hid a smile.
"Don't play innocent, America. I know it was you."
England was now England sans eyebrows. As in, what used to look like two caterpillars above his eyes had disappeared. And to anyone looking at him, he was hilarious.
"Hey! You can't just blame me for forgetting to change the thingy on your stupid razor!"
"..." England spun on his heel and walked away without a word. As soon as he was out of earshot, America's room erupted into giggles.
"Taiwan is a genius," Japan remarked.
Canada sighed. "Revenge is sweet."
If you haven't watched The Notebook, it is NOTHING like Death Note. At all.