~Author's note~

Well well what to say here...I LIKE TO MESS WITH ARTHUR'S BRAIN! 8D Ehum...Okay what is up with me and my lame author's notes lately? D: I have no idea what to say here! Hmmm...I KNOW! LET'S QUOTE EDDIE IZZARD! Hm? Why? ...BECAUSE I CAN! DEATH BY TRAY IT SHALL BE! CAKE OR DEATH? ...Also I love Austria's and Prussia's brand new MKC's :D Maru kaite kotori, itsu no ma ni kotori~ ALSO! Did anyone see the brand new Hetalia movie trailer? SO-FUCKING-EPIC-THAT-IT-HURTS! *can't stop watching it*

(P.s. Invertens incantamentum = Latin for "Reverse Spell". Thank you Zanteh for correcting it! XD)

Chapter 10:

When America finally had finished his mountain of burgers (and received a storm of applause by the people around them), they finally exited McDonalds. While America babbled eagerly about various things England tried to think. He had forgotten about asking the frog how long the date had to be in order to be counted as a date. Maybe…maybe he could go home now?

"So Iggy…what do you want to do now?" Maybe not.

"Go home and never come out again." He sighed. "But I guess that's kind of impossible." America laughed and petted him enthusiastically on his back.

"Oh Iggy, don't be so stiff now! You're on a date with the awesome me so loosen it up a bit, will ya?" England hit him on the shoulder and snorted.

"Just belt up already!" Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush…England eyed the surroundings and tried to come up with a place that they could go to. Maybe a park? No, parks were something that serious-dating people went to. A café? Definitely not, that was limited to serious-dating people too. The cinema? Nope, serious-dating people only! Besides, he would probably have to watch some stupid American action movie or a ridiculous horror movie. He sighed and glanced around him. Was there really no place where you could go without having to be on a SERIOUS date? He looked at the Victorian-designed buildings surrounding them when he suddenly noticed an old-looking place with rainbow-coloured windows. Perfect!

"Hey git! You asked me what I wanted to do now, right?" America nodded. "Well, I've decided now. Let's go there!" He said and pointed at the house. America looked at the direction he pointed at and furrowed his eyebrows.

"…A pub? Is that really such a good idea?"

"You were the one who told me to loosen up, remember? Besides, what could possible go wrong?"

OxOxO

"YOU STUPID…THING…!" England groggily screamed and waved with his hand in front of America's face. "You just keep on talking sooooo big about yourself all the fucking time! But you know whaaat? I've been a pirate, a damn good pirate I tell ya, and I know how to…dance rumba! HAHAHA! Why doesn't anyone like meee Victoria? You are my only frieeeeend…!" he said and tried to pet something in the air before he started to laugh again. The customers in the pub stared at the loud drunk woman who was now trying to hug something in the open air while screaming about how silky "Victoria's" mane was. The bartender nervously glanced at the Briton. Sure, he had undeniably seen a lot of drunken people before, but he could hardly remember anyone being THIS drunk!

"Ehum…miss, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, Iggy is always like this when he's drunk!" America said cheerfully and petted England on his shoulder. "Although he usually gets a lot worse then this! You should see him when he's going crazy in his bartender outfit!" The bartender just nodded and walked away to serve other customers, feeling confused over why the taller man kept referring to the woman as "he".

"You bloody slimes always keep coming back, don'tcha?" England mumbled and slammed his fist onto the bar counter. "Well it's time for a change now! LET THEM ALL WALK THE PLANK!" he shouted and emptied his glass. America laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! I can't believe that you always manage to get THIS drunken, Iggy! You sure are weird sometimes!" England groaned and glared at him.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid Yankee! I don't get you at all! You're stupid, you're oblivious, you're annoying, you're…stuuupid! You have no clue how hurt I've felt all these years because of your stupid Revolutionary War! And still, I don't get why I get so daaaamn happy every time you come to see me or when you ask me to do things together with you! I don't get why I get so daaaamn happy over the fact that you kissed me yesterday!" A little voice in his head told him to stop saying such weird things, but the alcohol screamed "TAKE IT FURTHER! TAKE IT FURTHER!" England gladly obeyed. "And yooou still haven't told me about what you were going to ask me the other day!" America looked quite chocked at this sudden outburst. He sure as hell hadn't expected that England would say something like THAT!

"Are you still going on about that? I thought I told ya already that it was noth-" England interrupted him by suddenly grabbing his jacket's collar and pulling him closer with a cocky-looking grin on his face. "W-what are you…?"

"…You talk too much." He jerked America closer and crashed their lips together in a rather passionate kiss. England felt how America quickly relaxed and how he pulled him closer to deepen the kiss further. The taste of hamburgers, coffee and mint quickly filled his mind once again. Dang, the git was indeed good at this. A slight jealousy invaded England brain as he thought about if America had kissed a lot of people in order to become this good. But he quickly shoved that thought away. What did it matter anyways? What mattered was that it was the two of them kissing right here and now. Not anyone else kissing America but hi-

It felt as if someone had taken a bucket of ice cold water and poured it over him, washing away the affects of the alcohol. He was kissing America. He was KISSING America! He had grabbed the git and was KISSING him at this very moment! He hastily pulled away from America while covering his mouth. Shit! What had he done? The customers around them whistled and cheered, but England didn't care about them. All he cared about was the American sitting in front of him, looking at him with a shocked expression.

"E-england…?"

"…I-I…I'M SORRY!" He screamed and ran out of the bar top speed while his face were turning red. What the bloody hell was going on? Why had he kissed America like that? Why did he have to be such an idiot? FUCKING COMBINATION OF ALCOHOL AND FEMALE HORMONES!

OxOxO

He kept running until he reached his house, and as soon as he got inside he fell to the floor panting. Running like an idiot while still being slightly drunk wasn't a very good idea, but better then staying on that pub and confronting America. Confronting his own feelings about the stupid git…he rose to his knees, feeling groggy and confused. "Why did I do that?" was the question that kept bouncing around in his head. Because you were drunk. Because of your female hormones. Because of the combination of alcohol and female hormones. But then there was one little voice in the back of his head that told him something else. A small but confident voice.

Because you're in love with him.

No. No! NO! He did not love America! No! That was just wrong! That stupid Yankee had been his ex-colony, his little brother! Loving him like that was wrong! For God's sake, he was a man! What would people think of him if he were dating America? He was not a pervert like France who ran after everyone, no matter what gender! But…on the other hand…he was a woman now. If he were a woman, there would be nothing strange with him loving America…right? Then-!…Wait a minute, why was he even thinking about that option? He didn't love America in the first place!...Or? No wait, maybe it was the female hormones after all?

"Fucking hell, this is so screwed up…" he muttered and rose to his feats, feeling how a hangover-headache was on its way. Lovely. He walked extremely unsteady into his library and sat down by his spell books that were spread out all over the floor. "If I hadn't tried that bloody spell then none of this would have happened…" he thought and picked up the book that had caused all of this trouble. For probably the millionth time he read through the spell, trying to find something that he might have missed. But everything looked the same as before, nothing new could be found no matter how much he looked at it. He sighed and randomly ran his finger in the middle of the book, but rapidly jerked it away when he felt a sudden pain. It seemed like….a paper cut? He looked closer and noticed that small pieces of papers, hardly noticeable, were stuck in the middle of the book. It was like if someone had…torn out one of the pages. England stared at the small pieces, trying to comprehend what he had just discovered. Then he threw away the book, ran as fast as he could to his office and pulled out one of the drawers in his desk. Yes, they were still there. A small collection of pages that had for various reasons been torn out of the spell books in his library. Some by accident, some on purpose. He quickly spread the papers out on the floor, praying that the reverse-spell page would be one of them. Otherwise, he would probably never find it and he would have to remain a woman for the rest of his l-!

"Invertens incantamentum."

For a few seconds, it felt like his heart had stopped. There it was. The page that he had been searching after all this time. The page with the reverse spell. He quickly picked it up and ran towards the library. This time he was going to make sure it was the right spell before he tried it! He grabbed the book and compared the pieces in its middle to where the page had been torn. Yes, yes! They matched perfectly! Once again he let the book fall to the floor and dashed towards the stairs that led to his cellar. All his magic equipment was still down there, so as soon as he came down he grabbed one of his chalks and started to sloppily draw the pentagram on the floor. Usually he was very careful with how he drew the pentagrams, but he had no time right now to be picky. The female hormones in his body had already caused him so much trouble and he wanted to get rid of them, once and for all! When he was done, he took the paper with the reverse-spell and checked through it. Trying to go cast a spell while being a little drunk was probably one of his stupid ideas ever, but he had to try this, had to go through with it. He stepped into the middle of the circle with his black coat wrapped around his shoulders and started to chant the Latin words that was written on the piece of paper in his hand. As soon as he had read the last word he felt how his body almost exploded, exactly like it had done when he was turned into a woman, and a loud BANG rang through the cellar. England fell to the floor just like before, but this time he was going to make sure that he didn't faint. No, if the spell failed he wanted to be able to take care of it right away, not lying fainted for hours in his fucking cellar! The world around him varied from normal to dark to normal again. His head hurt and his whole body seemed numb, but he was sure as bloody hell NOT going to faint! After a while his numbness started to fade away and he rose extremely slowly to his knees. His whole body was in extreme pain, but his stubbornness forced him to lift his arms and hands and see if something had happened. His clothes felt way too small, his bottom less curvy then before, his waist was thicker and, best of all, his chest had no weird bumps on it anymore. With a relieving sigh he closed his eyes and let the world around him turn black.

Wow. He was back to normal.

~End of Chapter 10~

I MADE THEM KISS AGAIN HAHAHA! (=w=)v …and yes you crazy fangirls, Arthur was still wearing his female school uniform when he turned back to normal! *….nosebleed* But yeah, Iggy is back to normal now :D I had no plans on letting him stay as a woman in the first place so I'm sorry to all of you people who thought that it would end up with Fem-England and America D: B-but I did state that it would be AlfredxArthur in the storydescription, so…ehum…GAAAH WHATEVER I'M SORRY! ;w; I hope you'll still like it…

Anyways, only one chapter left, people! It feels kinda weird and a little sad that I won't be able to work on this story at all anymore after posting the next chapter…..but on the other hand I've started to work on my other story (that I'm having a lot of fun writing), so maybe it's good that it's ending now while I still have inspiration to write on this :D (that made no sense at all lol) Besides, I don't think I can take this story any further without making it awkward and boring…but yeah, I hope you'll like the last chapter ^w^ Otherwise……go eat a kiwi or something :U (also, I want to thank all of you who've told me about how sad they are over that this fanfic is ending now, I feel so happy over the fact that people seem to like this random story \ ( ; w ; ) / I really hope that the ending chapter won't disappoint you!)

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