~Author's note~

HURRAY, FLUFF-TIME! ...Yeah as I promised, here's chapter 4! :D FINALLY I GET TO POST SOMETHING FLUFFY HEHEHEHEHE- *shot*...Okay, it's not THAT fluffy really...espacially if you compare it to what comes soon...;D (okay honestly I have no idea what I'm talking about anymore, it's 8am here and I have no clue why I'm not sleeping...SO LET'S JUST GO ON YES?)

Chapter 4:

As a few rays of sunlight hit his face England opened his eyes. The clock on top of the bedside table showed 6:28 AM. Which meant that he had spent about 16 hours as a woman now. He stared at the ceiling. Being a female didn't really feel that much different from being a man. Sure, his pyjamas was way to big now, having long hair was a pain to brush (how did the frog manage to have it long all the time?) and a bunch of other stuff bothered him too, but he didn't seem to…mind it that much. Maybe he was just going slowly insane though. He groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed. Just to find himself face to face with a sleeping America, just wearing a simple t-shirt and boxers with USA's flag printed on them. A small yelp escaped from his mouth but he still lied there, stiff as a board, not sure what to do. America was breathing slowly and England could see how his chest moved up and down. He looked so peaceful…so much like he did when he was young. When they still were together…England gently pulled his fingertips through America's fringes.

"Does he think about that time as much as I do? Does he even think about it at all?" He thought. America groaned slightly with a frown on his face. He was probably having a bad dream about him not being the hero for once or something stupid like that. England chuckled quietly and was about to place a kiss on his forehead, just like he did to calm America down back in the old days. That was until he realized what he was doing. He quickly pulled away while covering his mouth (just in case it would try to do something unexpected). He had almost kissed America. Not his little brother-America but the grown-up git that was lying beside him in his bed! What was wrong with him? He got up on his knees and pushed America to the floor while screaming "KYAAAAH!" Wow, that had turned out way more feminine then he intended to. Maybe he actually was going insane after all. America looked around, still groggy after the harsh wake-up.

"W-what the…Iggy, what's wrong?"

"W-w-w-w-what the bloody hell are you doing in MY BED?" he screamed and tried to shield himself with his blanket, even though it was kind of unnecessary since he didn't have anything that was in need of shielding. Probably the female hormones again. "I thought I told you to not sneak into my bed!" America scratched the back of his head, laughing embarrassed.

"Oh yeah, about that…you see, I kinda found a really awesome-looking horror movie last night that I bought. So when I got back here, I wanted to watch it and well…" England felt how the migraine from yesterday knocked on his brain's front door once again.

"Let me guess…you got scared and didn't want to sleep alone?" America nodded and blushed slightly. Damn it, he looked so ador- ….WAIT NO! What was he thinking about? He cleared his throat and continued "Still, that doesn't mean that you can just crawl down in my bed like that!" America pouted slightly and crossed his arms.

"Oh come on Iggy, I've slept together with you many times before without you minding it!" England knew that if he had been eating or drinking something, he would definitely have choked to death by now because of that comment.

"P-Please don't say it like that! It sounds so wrong…!" The American on the floor gazed at him surprised and curiously.

"It does? How come?" Oh for the love of…

"A-anyways, what happened to your plan that you seemed so damn proud over yesterday?" America beamed and got on his feet.

"Oh yeah! Wait I'll go get it!" he ran out of the room, leaving England by himself on the bed. He had changed his mind by now. Being a woman was definitely bad, especially with these crazy hormones that made him do such stupid things! He had to get back to normal before something worse happened.

"TAAH DAAAH!" America had entered the room as sudden as when he exited, and was now waving a brown paper bag in front of him. So, England's rescue was inside a paper bag? Great.

"Just give me the bloody bag and let me see what's in it, we don't have much time before the meeting!" America threw the bag in his arms and was almost jumping up and down in excitement. England reached down in the bag, both scared and curious about what America had gotten for him. Maybe he had actually found something that could help him? Maybe, just this once, he had actually thought out a decent plan and not been such an airhead? When he held the contents of the bag in his hands he changed his mind though. America was and would always be a complete idiot.

"…A school uniform?" America nodded excitedly and waved with his arms.

"Great, right? It took a while to find one that I thought would match you!" England frowned and gave the proud American a glare.

"Excuse me, but how in the bloody fuck is a SCHOOL UNIFORM supposed to help me?"

"Don't you get it? Jeez Iggy I thought you were smarter then that!" England glared at him again. "If you wear that, you can go to the meeting today. Just pretend that you're someone else that's covering for England today or something!" England eyed the set of clothes in his hands again. That was actually not such a bad plan. At least if you thought about what kind of plans America usually had in mind.

"Well…that could work but...wait, I thought you were going to help me get back to normal, not helping me to get into the meeting!" America simply shrugged.

"I never said that I could fix it before the meeting, did I?" he said smiling and started to laugh loudly. England rubbed his forehead. Oh boy, this was going to be a long day.

OxOxO

So this is how it felt to wear a short skirt. It felt kind of…awkward. He tried to pull it down as much as possible even though it persisted with going back up. He was surprised that the idiot actually had managed to get clothes with pretty much the right size. The sweater was slightly too big and well, the skirt was indeed short for England's taste, but that was hardly noticeable. He exited the room and was met by a hyper America that beamed happily towards him.

"Wow Iggy, you look kinda cute in that!"

"Shut up!" he demanded and looked in the mirror. He certainly looked different from usual. He had refused to wear any of the make-up that America had gotten for him, but at least he had fixed his hair and tied it up in two ponytails. But still, it could be better. "Do you know anything else I should do or wear to make me look less like…myself?" America tapped on his chin while raising his eyebrows up and down, with an "hmmm" leaving his mouth now and then.

"Oh wait, this might work!" He reached his hand inside the pocket of his bomber-jacket and pulled up a pair of glasses. "Here!" England eyed the glasses suspiciously.

"Why do you have a pair of glasses in your pocket if I may ask?"

"Well…Canada was afraid that I would break Texas so he gave me these as a reserve. But I don't need them – a hero is never in need of reserve glasses!" he turned his thumb up and smiled "…Which means that you can have these! Take good care of them or who-ever-it-now-was will get sad!" England just silently took the glasses and putted them on. His sight didn't seem to get better or worse with the glasses on. He turned his head towards the mirror and established that he indeed looked less like "male-England" now. Maybe this could work out fine after all.

"Thank you…" he whispered, feeling how his cheeks started to burn slightly.

"Hm? Did ya say something?"

"I said "thank you", you deaf git!" he answered irritated, not daring to look America in the eyes. America looked at him with a slightly chocked expression before he gave England a taunting smirk.

"Whaaat? I don't think I heard that, could you repeat that for me?"

"Oh sod off already!"

~End of Chapter 4~

If you want to know how I imagined Arthur's schooluniform to look like: (this pic is so cute! *w*) [just take out the spaces first!]

http:/ img535. yfrog. com /i/ 48531174015158617196291. jpg/

Actually people…I NEED SOME HELP! Alfred is going to bring up a stupid suggestion in chapter 5 about how to solve the environment problems, but right now I have NO CLUE what to write! Usually I'm good at coming up with stupid things (…is that good or bad?) but it's standing still now D: SO! If you guys have any awesome suggestions, then please send me a PM or write it in a review! :D If someone writes a really good one, then I'll feature it in this fanfic! (and give credit of course! ;D) So yeah…please help me? I can't post any new chapters before I know what Alfred is going to suggest…OTL

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