Chapter 5

Day 3

England's POV

"Expelliora!" I shouted reading the spell from my magic book as I continued to try to change everyone back. There was a white flash of light that filled the room and then faded, frantically I glanced into the mirror, nothing at changed. "Dammit!" I shouted and America walked into the room.

"Jesus Alice do you ever sleep, you have been trying these spells all day!" She said munching on a hot dog.

"First of all that not my name, my name is Arthur Kirkland, but to you I am England, second don't you have your own house to stay at seriously?" I shouted at her and then went back to reading my magic book. There had to be some way that I could fix this….

"Do not be so hard on her mon ami, she is just here to see her mama," France said with a teasing grin.

"I'm not her mother!" I shouted foolishly letting her get to me like she wanted. She walked over to me and began to look me over.

"Hm, you seem to look like her mother, and you did raise her after all, that sounds an awful lot like a mother," she said. I glared at her.

"You bloody twit, why the hell are you here anyway way, you wanker why don't you go to your house and look at yourself nude some more!" I shouted once again trying to turn back to my book and ignore those two morons.

America laughed. "you know now that I think about it Iggy did act an awful lot like my mother, telling me what to do, telling me what to wear, she totally was my mother!"

I groaned and just blocked them out and continued to scan the page, ah, my Latin was a little rusty but this had something about female in the title, I think, maybe this was like the spell that changed me and the others and if I said it again it would have the opposite effect. I guess I could try it, it's not like it could make anything worse. I spoke the worlds, letting the somewhat familiar language roll off my tongue. It had to be centuries since I spoke this language. I let the words roll off of my tongue as I went through the stanzas the spell has been written like poetry and the feel of the rhythm it was written had a way to just get in my head and pull me in, before I knew it was my mind was blank and the words took over, I was saying them as if I had spoke the language my entire life, and as the trance got stronger and deeper my voice became louder.

"England, what the hell are you doing?" America shouted at me, I couldn't concentrate on her I had to do this spell.

"Mon Dieu!" France shouted. "America, what is happening to you?"

"England, stop the spell right now!" America shouted. I was able to break the trance enough to turn and look at her. She had a scared look on her face as her arms were over her chest. What was happening? Was she bleeding, was she having a heart attack? Had I killed her…? No, no I didn't want to do that, I mean maybe I thought I did before, but I knew deep inside I didn't, how could I want that! She was my little girl! I had raised her since she was a tot, I watched her become the person she is today, even if she did act like an idiot, and now that she was a girl she dressed even skimpier none of that mattered, I really did love her! She was daughter! I broke through the trance just as the spell ended and ran to her.

"America, what's wrong?" I asked shouting to her. She looked up at me looking so scared. Then suddenly she slapped me across the face, I blushed and blinked surprised.

"You fucking pervert!" she shouted at me. I gave her a confused look and France laugh and walked over putting her arm around my shoulders.

"Ah, I knew I rubbed off on you Mon ami, you always did want to be just like big brother, eh," she said with a wink.

"What the fuck are you blokes talking about," I asked frustratingly confused, what was America shouting about before and why was I suddenly so French that it made France proud.

"What the fuck did you do to my boobs you perv?" America shouted.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked desperately confused none of this seemed to add up.

"Do you think this is some sort of joke, because it isn't funny!" she shouted as she stood up and moved her arms. I gasped shocked. H-her boobs, they had…they had doubled in size. To begin with, America had very bountiful assets, which pissed me off because I was nearly a board, though it didn't matter, this was only temporary, but still they were pretty big as it was and now it seems that I had made them even bigger, they were huge! She could seriously give Ukraine a run for her money.

I opened my mouth to say something but suddenly closed it suffering from a minor nosebleed. What can I say, it didn't matter that I had raised her, and it's not like she was actually my daughter, or like I thought her like that often, all she was wearing was a bikini top how the hell was I suppose to react they just jiggling about.

She glared at me and then as she held them her body began to shake and they got even bigger.

"What the fuck is happening?" she demanded.

"My my someone is going to be a very popular girl," France laughed.

"England, stop this right now!" she shouted.

"I-I'm not doing anything," I said holding my hands up innocently, her breast continued to get bigger.

"Goddammit if this doesn't stop they are going to fucking pop!" she shouted.

"Alright, Alright I'll see if I can fix it," I said as I looked back and the book and began flipping pages.

"I will help too!" France said as she tackled America and began groping her.

"What the hell are doing, get off of me!" America shouted, but France continued to grope her.

"I am helping, maybe if I squeeze them enough they will go back to their normal size," she said with a pervy smile as she sat on America squeezing her breasts with both hands. "Ohonhonhonhonhonhon"

I felt a drop of blood drip from my nose at the sight, but I tried to focus more on the book in my hands, I continued to turn the pages looking for anything that might help, I also pulled out my phone and opened the translator app for anything that I didn't understand.

"Get off of me; you are seriously freaking me out!" She shouted. France just continued with that creepy laugh she seemed to do all the time. I turned the page and I felt the magic flick around me as I found the spell I needed, I remember this spell, it was key for master who were teaching others magic, it turned everything back to a neutral state, this is what he need. I quickly turned and raised my hand and put it over where America and France were now wrestling, America's top half off and I whispered the words. I felt the power racing through my veins and I could feel the light glowing in my palm with every word. As I spoke the words got stronger and louder. I was not in a trance this time, it wasn't really that type of spell but like any other spell it needed some sort of power and rhythm with it. Another blast of light filled the room and when it cleared I saw America and France looking up at me confused, then they gazed down at America's chest it had been returned to the state it was in when she was changed. I had hoped that the smell may have also been able to change us back, but it seems that the effects of that spell have taken effect for too long to hit the undo button, I would need to find some other way to change us back or just do my original plan and write my own spell, god this was going to be hard, I just wanted my old body back!

America slapped France across the face and pushed her off of her, and then she got up and slapped the book out of my hands.

"What the bloody fuck is your problem?" I demanded shocked by her actions.

"No. More. Magic." She said, he voice fierce, she fixed her top and walked to the door without a word. She gave one of her old happy Hollywood smiles before finally exiting, carrying a wooden back over her shoulder. I blinked and stared at the place where the idiot, minutes ago stood. I will never be able to understand that child….


Italy's POV

I smiled at the mirror as I stood there wearing a maid dress, Miss Hungary's maid dress to be exact. She has always been so nice to me, even now when for some odd reason I was turned into a girl. It was really funny that I got to wear her clothes again; she used to dress me up in her clothes all the time when I was younger. I'm not sure why she did it…but I kind of liked it, it made me feel pretty. I spun around letting my ponytail and my dress dance around me, and I giggled girlishly liking the feeling. I guess the good thing about now was that I could wear this dress and look pretty without that mean old Mr. Austria yelling at me and taking my pasta~! But at the same time while I wore this dress and thought of my past I felt like I was missing something, something important from my childhood, but I couldn't really figure out why. I tried really hard to think of it. I saw me wearing the dress and cleaning Mr. Austria's house, and painting on his painting. I remembered when Austria sending Romano to Brother Spain's house, and I remember Brother Spain coming to visit me often, he always brought me such tasty tomatoes. I remember Brother France too, he was nice to me and Romano as well, but Mr. Austria and Brother Spain always seemed to be mad at him. I remember painting when Mr. Austria had free time. I would paint the fields and the flowers, and the cute little animals that wandered into the yard. And I especially remember my grandfather. Grandpa Rome, he was one of the strongest nations in the world, and he loved me so much. I remember when he took me in and taught me about yummy food and fun painting, and then, I remember the day he disappeared. He disappeared just like that…boy…that blond boy…was he what was missing from my memories…. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated as I struggled to remember who he was. I-I saw him; he lived at Austria's house as well. H-he was nice to me. He…He…He…

He was Holy Rome.

I remember him now, Holy Rome. The Holy Roman Empire, possibly the closest thing to first love I have had in my entire life. He was there, and he was always so nice to me.

I looked back at my reflection and now thought of him. I looked at my empty hand and pictured him next to me, holding my hand. A few tears fell down my face as I thought of the last time I saw him. He promised me he would come back. Why did he have to leave me? Why didn't he come back?

"H-holy R-Rome," I whispered. "W-where did you go?" I jumped as I heard my door open and I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Italy, just because you are a girl does not mean you can just get out of training, now change and-," she stopped when she saw the red rim left around my eyes from my tears. "Italy, are you alright?" she asked. Her voice sounded upset and her eyes told me she cared. I saw as the memory of Holy Rome smiling and holding my hand popped into my memory, and I smiled at Germany.

"Si, everything is just fine," I said smiling.

"Alright," she responded. "Just change and meet me outside, we have a lot of training to get done today," she said still looking concerned, and then she turned and walked out of the room, closing my door. I smiled. Even though Holy Rome left centuries ago, I had this strange feeling that he was still with me…even now.


So um, yeah, I have one thing to say about the first half of this chapter….

I regret nothing!

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