Alright so I decided what I will be doing with this story, it will probably be like a series of one shots with characters reacting to the change, or how they feel during the change, stuff like that, and then towards the end I will have England fix everyone. So who better to start off with than France?

France

France's POV

I will never forget the only women I have ever loved, the beautiful look of her eyes, the gorgeous feel of her wonderful golden hair as it sat in waves to her shoulders, and such a wonderful name she was given. Jeanne d'Arc, she was such a wonderful woman as she fought for me, guided by god, it was easy to see why I fell in love with her, she was so strong and beautiful, she was like a living angel, and it was hard to see why everyone else did not seem to feel the same way that I did.

Then that evil Brit, he took her away from me! After her death I was sent into a depression, I believed that no other women could be as beautiful as her. Many women had tried to win my heart, and of course like any self respecting Frenchman I went along with their advance, though I never really felt anything, I was empty, I tried to like the women as they liked me, but I couldn't, it got to the point that I was seeing my Jeanne in all of their faces, this one had her smile but not her eyes, this one had her eyes but her chin was too big, I could never find a women as perfect as Jeanne and eventually I stopped looking for women. I gave them up all together. I wanted something more, I wanted love, and I found it very odd, yet freeing when I found that in the male gender. I never thought that I would never find a women more beautiful then Jeanne…

Until today! I stared at myself naked in the mirror. I was so beautiful. My hair so golden, and while messy with sleep, so perfectly styled, my eyes so blue like beautiful crowned jewels, my lips like beautiful pink shells found on a beach, my skin, like perfectly carved ivory, perfect and hairless, and Oh my boobs,…how perfect they were, like the breasts that many men prayed that their girlfriends could have, breast that could only be…French, made of sexe and l'amour. They were so perfect they could make the Virgin Mary herself weep with envy, and my how soft my skin was, like my entire body was covered in velvet, I watched myself in amazement in the mirror. I had thought Jeanne's beauty was unable to surpass, but I myself had pass it with flying colors~! I was so gorgeous it was hard to believe I was real. This had to be a dream, I thought, there is no way I could have traded in my glorious man body for this amazing woman's body over night. I continued to marvel in its beauty when an annoying doorbell interrupted my glorious dreams, I tried to ignore it, but it continued to ring and ring and ring, finally it became to be too much!

"La portable est ouvert," I shouted, annoyed that someone as trying to ruin this for me. I was surprised when I saw a woman walk in, she had long blonde hair, and wore it in two pigtails, she wore red glassed and was dressed, in men's formal wear, and what looked like slippers, she had wonderful jade eyes that seemed familiar, but I couldn't place where. Her entire looked seemed familiar, maybe she was one of the women I had accidently slept with. "Qui êtes-vous?" I asked her. She looked at me, about to answer, when I saw her look me over. I paused a moment taking in my wonderful voice, like beautiful silk.

"W-why the bloody hell are you naked?" She shouted, I recognized her accident, and then I knew I had definitely not slept with her, I would never sleep with an English woman, a man maybe, but not a British lady. They were too refined for my taste.

"I sleep in the nude, and I just woke up, what is your problem, who are you and why are you here interrupting my beauty sleep?" I asked unconcerned, the English, they can be so damn rude sometimes, not like the French.

"Are you telling me you are that bloody stupid that you can't figure it out on your own?" she shouted her voice going shrill, god her voice was annoying, not like mine.

"I am not stupid, I just don't really care who the hell you are, I only asked to be polite, if you can't tell I am busy," I said fixing my hair.

"It's me you bloody, frog!" she shouted, "England!" I looked over at her, oh I did see the resemblance, the messy hair, the green eyes, the strict temper, and of course the accent.

"Oh, England," I said walking over to her. "Why didn't you say so?" I pinched her cheeks, you are so cute as a girl ma ami," I told her. "Such a pretty girl" I hugged her.

"Get off of me you disgusting frog! You're bloody naked!" she shouted pushing me away. I chuckled, same old England.

"So I assume you are here to tell me why I am a woman," I asked. She looked reluctant to answer.

"Yeah…that is why I am here," she said. "You see, I was messing around with magic, and well I really didn't realize what I was doing and well… enough said all of the male countries are now women." She said looking really awkward; I could only imagine how hard it was for her to admit her mistakes, for as long as I had known he never took any on his mistakes lightly.

"That is so wonderful!" I shouted hugging her.

"Ah seriously get off of me! And get some bloody clothes on, you shouldn't just let it all hang out!" she shouted back, but I did not let her go, I felt so right!

And the Author's annoying talking starts again XD, this was a quick chapter I know, I think most of them will be pretty quick, they are pretty much one shot chapters, so there you go XD until next update!