It hurts.

Eyelids fluttered open to meet the pure blue sky above.

Pretty.

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WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS GOING ON HERE!

Melanie panicked and quickly sat up to take in her surroundings. What she got was the headache of the century.

"Dammit..."

"Morning Sunshine!" Grey eyes met the smiling face of the ass responsible for her misfortune. Anger boiling she launched herself at the neck of the laughing girl.

"YOU ASSHOLE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

KyAnna answered, but it came in a series of giggles and coughs, so Melanie reluctantly let her go. Gathering her barrings, she calmed down enough to allow whatever the hell excuse the colorfully dressed girl had for her.

"Someone's moody. I'm kidding!" She held her hands in sign of surrender.

"Where are we?"

"Hetalia. Home of the World." Standing and gesturing her arms wildly to the surroundings.

For the first time, Melanie truly looked at the place and felt her eyes widen. The African-American had never seen such a beautiful sight. They were stationed atop a hill with the most amazing view. Meadows of wildflowers, sparkling springs and rivers, and small animals here and there.

In the mist of it all was what the teen suspected to be a giant castle, if the size of this view point was anything to go by. It was all so very breathtaking...only if she had her camera.

"C'mon," KyAnna waved, "We gotta find yo' prince."

"What!" Melanie stared at the girl bewildered.

"You didn't read the contract, did you?"

She fiddled with her pajama top at KyAnna's blank look. The latter soon then face-palmed.

"'It will then be herebye dully noted that once the recipient agrees to the terms and conditions, they are to be rewarded with the Hetalian of their choice. Also, they will have to oblidged to however the Contractee sees forth'" She recited.

Something in that last sentence gave Melanie the chills.

"So...what did you...?" She let the question trail off, too shy to actually ask.

"Fairytale."

"Fairytale?" The raventte repeated.

"Yep! And I'm ya fairy-godmother!...or would it be sister? Enh, who cares," KyAnna shrugged.

"I do!" she esclaimed. "What does that even mean!"

"Well basically, I'm s'ppose to help you win the heart of an Hetalian in a fairytale-like fashion. Afterwards, you give up your 'flower' and whatever."

This couldn't be real.

"My 'flower'?"

"Your virgin soul."

Melanie paled at how her friends voice had suddenly become...evil. It was unnerving to say in the least. What happened to the retarded asshole that she grew up with? The one who always begged for food, made the best of a bad situation, and promised to never let their posse drift apart.

She's gone, a voice answered.

And frightningly...Melanie believed it to be true.

"But that happens much later, so I'd put it off for now."

"So if I lose my virgin soul here- in this world- what happens to me?"

For the first time in ever, KyAnna didn't speak nor smile.

Melanie felt stone cold fear gnaw at her soul. "What if I don't? What will-"

"It is inevitible to leave child." Melanie silenced herself, going completely rigid at that evil smile and those dull pale blue-green orbs. Something was wrong. It felt inhuman.

"You shall lose your soul here, so shut it and enjoy the time I'm giving you."

"W-what?"

But all KyAnna did was blink, her eyes turning back to their normal brown with golden flecks.

"A'ight then! Lets get to findin' Mel's man!" She cheered grabbing her dark-skinned hand with a lighter tone one of her own. Melanie, still blank-minded from what was ealier said, didn't notice herself being dragged until she tripped on her own two feet and fell face first.

"Woops. My bad Mel."

Melanie rubbed at her forhead as KyAnna helped lift her up. "Where are we going anyway?"

"The castle. Durr" she said making the universal sign for retard. Melanie rolled her eyes.

"Ass." Then her brain registered what she said. "Castle! I can't go there looking like this!"

KyAnna took in the younger's attire of a loose tank and short-shorts. Yeah that definitely wasn't gonna fly by with the royals. Taking out a shruken version of her staff (to which Melanie flinched at) she flicked her wrist at said girl.

Melanie closed her eyes as she was enveloped in a pale blue-green light. Once sure it was ok to open them, she looked at herself. Or rather the reflection of herself in the three way mirror that had mysteriously appeared.

"So wha'cha think?" KyAnna step from behind the mirror, now clad in the attire of a seamstriss.

Looking at the outfit she now wore, a frown etched itself on Melanie's passive face. It was a bit...heavy. The skirt was wide, and several jewels adorned upon her body from head to toe. Not to mention the shoes were too tight.

"No."

"Fine. Ooh, I got it!" With a snap, the outfit became something shorter and tighter.

"Are you trying to make me look like a hooker?" Melanie questioned, trying to make the length go pass her thighs.

"No fun. Hm..." She circle the girl. A bit petite, a little figure, something modest but unique. Snapping again, a new outfit appeared. She smiled, "I like it."

Melanie found that she couldn't argue. The top was a loose, short sleeved, whit blousse. Her skirt was ankle length and turquoise, and a white apron with wild flowers detalied the sides and bottom. Her mid-length black tresses had been pulled into a simple braid (with bangs) and a flower tiara. On her feet were comfortable black slippers.

It was modestly beautiful. And she loved it.

Taking a twirl she found that it was loose, but it didn't fly out enough to show anything inappropriate. Turning her attention back to KyAnna, she noted that her 'fairy-godsis' was frowning.

"What?" Melanie asked worried.

"I want that dress."

Oh...she was jealous. Weird.

A flash from the corner of her eye caught Melanie's attention and she found herself searching through the trees with her eyes.

"Hey KyAnna, there aren't any demonic creatures in the forest, right?"

There was no reply.

"KyAnna? KyAnna! KYANNA!"

"I'm right here." Melanie looked over her shoulder to see something she'd never get to see in her entire life.

There KyAnna was but instead of looking relatively normal. She had shrunk to about eight centermeters, and donned a pair of fairy wings.

...this just kept getting more and more fucking weird didn't it?