~Author's note~

Finally! I've had so much in school this week, but now it's done = I will be able to continue to work on this fanfic! 8D *happy dance* Actually, I just got a new fanfic idea that I really really want to start on (it just won't get out from my brain...SOMEONE SAVE ME (/O_O)/) but I can't because I have to finish this story first...Oh well, don't worry because I WILL finish this one before I start on anything else :D Anyways I'm just rambling now so let's go on with torturing Engl- I MEAN READING YES? :D

Chapter 7:

"How does your leg feel?" America asked and sat down besides England who had returned to browsing through his spell books.

"It feels fine now…it wasn't really that bad after all." he replied without looking up. "You didn't have to make such a big deal out of it." America shrugged and smiled.

"That's what heroes do after all – they save their damsels when they're in distress." England rolled his eyes and returned to the book he was checking through, to tire to argue with America about that he wasn't a damsel (especially not America's damsel).

"I don't understand why I can't find anything at all in these. There should be at least some kind of reverse spell…" he said with a frown on his face. America looked at him and after a few seconds, he started to chuckle.

"What?" England asked him irritated.

"I just thought about how it's a shame that your eyebrows looks like normal eyebrows now…you don't look as cute now when you frown!" he said and laughed. England glared at him and snorted back "I thought you said I didn't have any cute points?" America looked away with a hardly noticeable blush on his cheeks and scratched the back of his head.

"Well…..I kinda…lied when I said that…..kinda." He turned back his head towards England. "I mean, come on Iggy! Can't you take a joke or what? We just wanted to have some fun!" England rose from his spot and marched out of the room.

"Well sorry that I don't like being taunted by you guys!" He went upstairs into his bedroom and closed the door. Once again, he started to hit on his cheeks that had turned red for probably the millionth time by now. He felt angry about being teased like that, but a part of him felt happy in some weird way. The git HAD admitted that he did have cute points, right? Or maybe he had misunderstood what he had said? GAAAH, the bloody hormones made his brain go insane once again!

"Hey Iggy!" America's slightly muffled voice could be heard through the door. "I've to go away for a little while, but I'll be right back! You can take care of yourself for now, right?" What was the idiot now up to?

"Of course I can take care of myself, stupid! It's not like being a woman makes me in need of your help 24/7!" He could hear how America laughed on the other side of the door.

"I'm off then! See ya!" A moment of silence. "…Oh, and England?" England sighed.

"What is it now?" Wait a minute…England?

"…I'm sorry about teasing you like that…" He heard how America dashed down the stairs, and even though he threw himself onto the door and opened it, America had already disappeared. England felt chocked. America had just apologized to him. He had praised him AND apologized to him on the same day…AND he had called him England. ENGLAND! Not "Iggy" but England! Maybe he was feeling sick or something? But on the other hand, this whole situation was sick. Of course it had to affect the git too, no matter how thick-headed he was. England walked back into the bedroom and his attention was caught by the brown paper bag that America had given to him this morning. He picked it up and looked at the unused make-up lying on the bottom. Aside from some foundation, mascara and lipsticks there were a black eyebrow pen. As he stared at the thin pen it almost felt like he entered a trance. He picked it up with trembling hands, walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and towards the mirror. The reflection showed him that he looked just as unsure about this as he felt. Why was he doing this in the first place? If he went through with it, it would prove that he was indeed going insane. Still, he raised the pen towards his eyebrows and started to draw straight lines, one after another.

OxOxO

After a few minutes his thin eyebrows were replaced with a pair of thick, fuzzy-looking eyebrows, just like the ones he had before his "transformation".

"My eyebrows huh?" he mumbled. How could America find them cute? Everyone had always told him that they looked like ugly caterpillars. Even England himself found them…well…unattractive! But on the other hand, that git had always had a weird taste. England smiled. Maybe his eyebrows weren't that bad after all. N-not that he cared if America liked them or n-

KNOCK KNOCK.

England jumped by the sudden sound. Was the git back already? He had just been gone for a few minutes! He was about to run into the bathroom to remove his new "eyebrows" when the front door opened and revealed the last person in the world that England wanted to see at the moment. Aside from America, of course.

"Bonsoir madame! You are as lovely as you were earlier today!" France said and entered the house. He eyed the girl and noticed the thick eyebrows. "I can see that you have a unique taste in how you put on your make-up. Fascinating!" He took England's hand and tried to kiss it, but England pulled away before the frog's lips had touched the skin of his hand.

"What do you want?" he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Oh, I just wanted to check on how Angleterre was doing. Where is he?" France replied and pushed past England. After eyeing some of the paintings on the walls he turned around with a smirk. "Ah, and where's Amérique? I thought he was here too?" England distanced himself from the Frenchman, not wanting to get groped by the frog.

"They both went out to buy some medicine. Mister England didn't want Mister America to buy the wrong one." Wow, that was actually a good excuse. He was getting better at making these up in tight situations.

"I see, I see…" France moved closer and whispered with a smooth voice "…so that means that it's just the two of us here right now?" Fuck.

"T-they should be back any minute now!" he continued to distance himself away from the pervert until he hit the wall. "So you better not try anything!" France followed after until his face was just inches away from England's.

"Who said I would try anything? Are you implying that you DO want me to do…something?" he asked and grabbed England's waist. OH -! Where was the stupid Yankee when you actually needed him?

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU BLOODY FROG!" he screamed and pushed away France with a force that made the frog fall to the floor. France laughed and ran a hand through his long blond hair.

"Wow Angleterre! You're still as strong in your arms as you've always been. I'm impressed!" England stared at him with a chocked expression.

"I-I'm not England! I am-!"

"So Prusse wasn't lying after all! I have to say that you did a good job until now to hide it. "Mister England", hah!" France interrupted and laughed loudly. England frowned, not sure what was going on.

"…Wait…YOU KNEW?" France nodded and rubbed his eyes that had turned teary from laughing too much.

"…YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" England screamed, kicked him (the stupid frog was still laughing like a moron) and marched away into the living room. France got up on his feet and followed him, still laughing.

"Ah Angleterre, you never seize to amaze me! I can't believe that you even drew back your ugly eyebrows." He smirked and leaned towards the wall. "Maybe because of something Amérique said?"

"N-no it's not! It's not any of your business anyways!" England replied, feeling embarrassed over the fact that the frog was correct. Not that he would admit it though. France chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah, dear Angleterre, I can't believe that you still act as oblivious to your own feelings as Amérique acts oblivious to almost everything. I hate you more then anyone else, but as the country of love I can't let this proceed!" England snorted and crossed his arms.

"I would rather call you the land of pervertness."

"Oh, but that would mean that I would have to steal that title from you, Mr "World's horniest city"." He quickly ducked when England threw a pot at him, aiming for his head. "Ah, even as a woman, you're still as hot-tempered as ever!" He ducked again, this time avoiding a heavy-looking book. "Take it easy now, ma chérie! I did not come here only to make fun of you!" England stopped with a lamp in his hand.

"As I would believe that!" France quickly threw himself behind a table in order to have some kind of shelter if England would throw any more things at him.

"It's true, believe me! I actually came here to make a deal with you." He leaned on the table with his face resting in his palms while giving England a sneaky-looking smile. "I want you to go out with Amérique tomorrow."

~End of Chapter 7~

DAMNIT ALFRED JUST ADMIT THAT YOU FIND ARTHUR CUTE ALREADY! ò_ó

The other day I looked at some of the oldest US/UK fics on this site, and I actually found one that pretty much have the same theme as this one O_O (namned "Unwanted Mishap") It's kinda scary that there are many things in both these stories that are pretty much the same O.O I thought that I was the first one with this kind of story but...I GUESS NOT! 8D

Why I'm telling you this? Because I wanted to clarify that I did NOT steal this idea from someone. One day in class, I started to think about Himaruya's genderbent drawings of some APH-characters and wondered how it would be if Arthur accidently would become his genderbentcharacter = Chapter 1 of this story was born. I'm not that kind of person that can steal ideas like that from other people because it makes me feel really bad ;w; But anyways, even though it only have 2 chapters so far, you should go and check out "Unwanted Mishap" if you like this fic! It's really funny! :D ...I'm randomly rambling again, aren't I...?

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