I'm not sure what to say here right now, other than sorry if some characters are a little OOC. I only really write Matthew. Well, I guess read and enjoy!
I don't own Hetalia!
Matthew awoke with a groggy yawn, feeling more tired than he usually would. Yawning again and opening his eyes this time he rolled over to look at the current time.
8:15 on a Saturday morning. He sat up and stretched, still oblivious to why he was still so tired. He grabbed his glasses off of the end table and slipped them on, standing up and walking out of his bedroom to go to the kitchen, since some breakfast sounded nice.
"Who are you?" A familiar voice spoke. Matthew grabbed and picked up the bear in his arms, cuddling him lightly. He strangely felt heavier than he usually would, but Matthew just shrugged that off. Maybe he needed to put Kumajiro on a different type of food.
"I'm Matthew, your owner." he replied, his voice sounding a little softer than usual. He didn't pay much attention to it. He put Kumajiro down as he gave Matthew a funny look, then he crawled off to the kitchen, thinking that it was probably breakfast time if the Canadian was awake.
Matthew decided to follow behind Kumajiro into the kitchen, and opened a cupboard near the fridge. Pulling out a small can of tuna, he emptied and drained the can before putting the tuna into the small bears food dish, deciding then to get himself something to eat.
Not even a bite into his bowl of cereal, Matthews house phone began to ring. Wondering who it could be, since the only people who called him normally called his cell phone, he got up and walked over to the phone.
"Hm, hello?" He mumbled a greeting into the phone, holding it up to his ear.
"Matthew? Is that you?" A panic-ridden Brit was heard over the other line, over the faint voice of a certain complaining Frenchman.
Being confused, Matthew ended up sighing into the phone. "Yeah. Is something wrong?" he softly asked, sitting down on the couch.
"Well, you see-"
"Mon petit is-"
"Shut up, Francis!"
Matthew just sighed again as the commotion went. He yawned lightly as Arthur told his he'd be back in a moment. Putting the phone on speaker for a few seconds, Matthew decided to stretch, since his back felt weird.
He heard some grumbling, and instantly sat up straight as if Arthur was entering the room. He grabbed the phone and took it off speaker-mode, holding it to his ear. Arthur coughed awkwardly, and waited a few moments before talking.
"Erm... Your voice seems off today." Arthur decided to state, trying to get on-topic of what he actually wanted to discuss. The whole reason he called in the first place.
"Yeah.." Matthew began softly, sighing. "I feel a bit tired, too. I mean, more than usual, anyway. I think I'm catching a cold." He explained, groaning at the end.
"Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." Arthur finally said, getting closer to what he wanted to say- no, what he had to say. He created this mess in the first place, the least he could do was own up to it.
Matthew frowned slightly, unsure of what Arthur was trying to get at. "What do you mean?" he asked, a bit confused at this.
"Well, you see.." Arthur began, standing up and walking toward the entrance of his basement. "I was working on some spells last night, and, well, I came across this one that I figured I'd try out on Alfred, to possibly 'prank' him, as he'd say." He explained, pausing to grab a handwritten notebook.
Matthew inwardly groaned as he heard this, but made a small 'Mhm' noise into the phone. Of course it was about Alfred, everything was. But the thing that caught Matthew's attention, was the mention of a prank.
Taking the small noise as a sign to continue, Arthur cleared his throat, flipping through the pages of the book. "Well, he's perfectly normal; no harm done..." he said, ending in a sigh. "What I'm really trying to say, Matthew, is that I think the spell directed to you."
Matthew rubbed the sides of his forehead, letting all of the information sit into his mind. "Can... Can you just tell me what this spell or whatever is, please?"
"It'd be easier to just possibly look in a mirror and see for yourself." Arthur quickly said. The spell may have not gotten to it's full point yet, so it'd be a bit awkward for him to explain. Sighing, he closed the book that he leafed through.
Matthew got up and this time, actually groaned. Switching the phone back on speaker, he held it in his hand, walking off toward the bathroom. Once he got in, he studied himself in the mirror for the first time that day.
He wondered how he didn't notice before. His blond hair was slightly longer, his blue-indigo eyes slightly bigger. He seemed shorter and more slender. The most noticeable asset of all, however, was the two now-small-bulges forming on his chest, covered by a white t-shirt. He- no, she started to wonder how she didn't notice this before.
"There better be a cure or a wear-off for this." Matthew questioned, well, more of stated, into the phone. A million thoughts were running through the now young-womans head, and only this one was voiced.
"I know that there is a cure," Arthur stated back, flipping through another book. "Er... Would you like me to call you back, when I find it?" He asked, sensing that Matthew felt angry. When Matthew got angry, he wouldn't show it like Alfred would. When Alfred was angry, he made sure that everyone knew. When Matthew was angry, he kept more quiet than usual, somewhat like an 'I'm-calm-but-I'm-pissed-off' act. If you knew Matthew well, it was pretty scary.
"That would probably be best." Matthew said clearly into the phone, saying 'goodbye' before hanging it up. She walked back into the living-room putting the phone onto the receiver before heading off into the kitchen cleaning up the now-soggy bowl of Cheerios, along with Kumajiro's food dish. No longer feeling hungry right now, she decided to sit down on the couch, collecting her thoughts.
But then she remembered.
Gilbert, her boyfriend, was supposed to be coming over today.
Fuck.