Day 4

England's POV

I sighed as I set yet another book down and got up to get a fresh cup of tea. This was taking forever; I was almost through every book I owned that had to do with magic and had yet to find anything that would work. I slumped onto my couch, I haven't been this stressed out since, well since I had to fill out all that paperwork about all of my children leaving me, but at least then I could treat myself to a good glass of ale every now and then, now…well now I could not. I had been drinking the night I made everyone like this, which may have explained the whole flaw in the spell, and even worse than that alcohol in my blood made it a lot hard to connect to the magic that also existed in my blood. I glared at my wine rack across the room. Gosh, how I wish I could just have one sip, that's all I needed, one little sip.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of someone twirling one of my long twin tails between their fingers, I didn't have to look back to know how she was, it was hard not to know, she never left, and her smell gave her away pretty well, warm soft bread, a touch of fine wine and roses, her favorite flower, if that wasn't enough to give her away there was the way my skin tingled with her touch and the way my magic screamed out, it's her, it's her.

I turned my face slightly to her and teased a little, unable to hide my smile from her. "Do you just never go home? It seems every time I turn around you're here with me," I told her. She chuckled.

"I like being here with you, ma amour," France said leaning over and kisses my cheek. I blushed and patted the spot next to me on the couch an she moved from leaning on the back of the couch and walked around and sat next to me on the couch, I laid my head on her shoulder.

"Ma amour, you really need to stop working yourself so hard, you can't do this to yourself. Look at how stressed it is making you, you look, tired, exhausted, take a break with me," she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist, I blushed bright red.

"I-I can't," I said. "The countries are counting on me to get them back to their original forms, if I don't find a way to do that… I don't even want to think of what might happen, this is all my fault, I need to fix this, this is just all my fault," I said my eyes tearing up in frustration. I angrily wiped the tears from my emerald eyes. "Dammit, why are girls so emotional?!" I shouted. France quietly reached over and took my hand in hers and stroked my palm, she smiled lightly and her eyes seemed soft. I blushed, my cheeks turning scarlet.

"Please ma amour, look at all the rest of the countries, a lot of them aren't even bothered by what is going on, I'm sure if you delayed this a few days they wouldn't mind, especially if you explained it was for the well being of your beautiful mind," she whispered in my ear, I shivered.

Everyone had this certain idea of what France acted like, that he or she was some big perv who only cared about sex, and while a big amount of the time that was true, there was a bit of time where France was actually a sweet, kind, nice person. I mostly saw this side of France when we were alone together, but I also saw France act like this back when our children were young. Sure he had his fun, and he would make fun of my hair, but at time he stood by me and helped me when I needed it. I only wish we could act like this all the time, it may have stopped all these fights from happening, but I guess I can't regret the past, without the past and all those fights, or sexual tension as many people would have you believe, we would not be here today, with two wonderful children.

Sure we didn't always see eye to eye, but that how all couple are, they have fights and then they make up. I was just happy that he was always here when I needed him; he calmed me down when I was stressed out and kept me from over working. He didn't come because I wanted him to, in fact most of the time I acted as if I didn't want him here, but in truth I was thankful, this is what true love was. Just having someone who no matter what always seemed to distract from your troubles and worries and just make you feel better.

"I've really messed up this time, haven't I?" I asked her while she slowly rubbed my shoulders.

"No, Ma Cheri, you made a mistake, we all do, this isn't your first mistake, and I tell you it won't be your last," she said softly, still massaging me.

I groaned. "Right, thanks, that makes me feel so much better," I said sarcastically. She chuckled.

"You know what I mean, my love," she responded.

I sighed. "When have I even made a mistake this big?" I asked.

"Eh, America maybe," she joked.

I giggled.

"Angleterre , my love, please just relax, it's fine, no one is mad at you, if anything this whole thing is teaching them something, teaching them about how lucky they are being men and how difficult it is being a woman," she told me and I looked back at her giving her a look that said "really?" She laughed. "Hey I am just trying to cheer you up."

"I know," I said. "And it is helping, sort of…" I glanced at the wine bottle sitting across the room and her gaze followed mine.

"You are such an alcoholic, I knew you would be tempted," she said, lifting the spell books and cleaning up around me, she set the books on to the shelf where I kept all of my books, this was not the first time she had to clean up after me. "And so, I knew the only way to convince you to take the night off and let yourself relax, is if I brought this," she said as she pulled two wine bottles from her bag, she handed both of them to me. I looked them over.

"This is the French stuff isn't it?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded.

"The really, really good French stuff?" I asked excited.

She nodded and smiled.

"Alright, alright," I said, "you're right, maybe one night off won't hurt," I said giving in. She smiled and sat down next to me and passed me one of the bottles.

"Let's get so drunk that we make another Colony," she said winking as she opened one of the bottles and passed me a glass and poured me some wine. I laughed and snuggled close to her.


Lithuania's POV

I slightly helped Latvia with her hair while we enjoyed the short few hours before Russia woke up. Her hairs was a little bit longer, yet seemed to stick up messily every morning, unless someone sat her up and brushed it all out gently. I smiled at her.

"There you are lovely, all set," I told her.

She smiled back shyly. "Thank you so much sister," she played a little with the bow in her hair. "U-um s-sister, h-how long do you think we are going to stay like this?" she asked.

"You mean as girls, well…England said it should only last a few more day," I told her as I helped her smooth her dress over. Russia had decided that while we were women it was not good enough for us to just wear our old uniforms, we to wear girly stuff like skirts and dress, as sort of a form humiliation. Ukraine however was nice enough to step up and make us some clothes. In fact if you ask me she had a little bit too much fun seeing that she made us an entire wardrobe as if we were her own life sized Barbie dolls. I just prayed that Russia didn't make us continue to wear them when we were changed back to men.

"N-no, that's not what I mean, The Soviet Union disbanded years ago, yet we still live here as Russia's eternal slaves. Our countries are still free from him, we are all independent and all of our citizens have been freed from Russia's evil labor camps, so why are we still here? Why have we not left?" Latvia asked as she turned to look at me.

"W-well," I said not really having an answer. Why were we still here? We weren't his property anymore. He no longer owned us. Why did we stay here with him?

"Because, believe or not we need to stay here," Estonia said as she just lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, a book sitting open on her chest. I suppose she stopped reading when she heard Latvia's question.

"What, I don't want to be here! I want to be in the other home we had, before we lived with Russia!" Latvia shouted upset.

"How many times must I tell Ravis? That house is gone! Do you think
Russia just walked up to the door and knocked on it and said pleas come with me? No! He demanded us to go and when we said no he burnt down our house! Just like the NKVD did with all the people of countries at the time! I don't get why you can't get that through your head?! You weren't much younger then!"

"Brother, please!" I pleaded with Estonia, she glared at me.

"No, she needs to learn everything we have been through, she needs to start to learn just how evil Russia is! She can't hold on to some childish memory," Estonia said angrily.

"But she is still just a child," I argued back.

"Hardly, she is almost an adult, she certainly drinks like one," Estonia said, Latvia flinched.

"Still, you don't need to yell at her, it's not like it's her fault!" I yelled back at her.

"She needs to learn to stop acting like a child," she responded. "And it seems that you too have some growing up to do. We should consider ourselves lucky, we were treated much like the people of all of courtiers, taken from our home for no reasons, treated like cattle and other animals and then left at some sort of labor camp where we much work for Russians and must work to get little food to keep us from wasting away. Only unlike our people we have beds to sleep in, we get fed more food than all of them; we don't run the risk of being killed and we aren't shot at constantly for Russia's amusement, we live a blessed life and she should just shut up and enjoy it while she can."

"But that doesn't make sense, if you don't like Russia's treatment either than why can we not leave?" Latvia pleaded again.

"Because!" Estonia screamed, and I began to understand her anger, it was not at Latvia, but at life it's self, she didn't want to live life the way she does, she wished she could live life the way Latvia wanted us to, but having to explain it was only rubbing it in her face more that that idea was impossible. "Think about it, Russia takes almost everything we have, if we could get away where would we go? We have nothing! We can't build ourselves a house or anything, and it's not like we'll get money from anywhere, because of the disband of the Soviet Union all of our countries are still just as poor, the only reason we stay here is because it means we have a place to sleep, we have food to eat," he eyes and her voiced softened as she saw the sad look on our younger sister's face. "I wish we could live on our own, and not have to go through his torture, but we just can't, no yet, I'm sorry."

Our talking was silenced by yelling in the hall.

"I swore I would never punch a woman, but now that I am one if you don't get off of my I will seriously beat you with my shovel!" Russia shouted running by.

"Please brother, come back! I still love you, even if you are a woman!" Belarus shouted running after.

"Would you two please stop running, and Brother please stop stealing my clothes, you end up getting blood all over them from killing people!" Ukraine said running after both of them.

Estonia sighed. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to work before they begin messing up the house, Latvia, why don't you just take the rest of the way off, I will handle your work today." She said, and then she left the room.