Everyone, sorry for leaving this for too long, I had soo much work to do, it's not even funny! :( Well, anyways, here's the newest chapter and now the chapter is called boys-girls-more girls-? this is going to be long, so it won't get tot eh final part yet :) Hope you like it
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Bellingham International Airport
"Geez, you guys don't have to leave so fast! The HEROINE is coming with you to drop you off, anyways," F. America giggles to herself as she leads the other countries forward to their right flights. Many people are looking at the line of nations walking, thinking if there's something going on. F. Prussia and M. Hungary switched clothes at the meeting room, and the two looked uncomfortable at each other; not because of the clothing, but because the clothing their wearing are each other's. Also, the fact that Prussia is now wearing a dress makes her blush more. M. Liechtenstein and M. Vietnam too changed into respected clothing that they could wear when walking in public. M. Liechtenstein is wearing a button down shirt with a reddish colour vest and matching trousers. His bow is now tied around his hand. M. Vietnam is wearing a green collar shirt with matching brown trousers that goes up to his knees. On his foot is a pair of brown sandals. Other than the clothing change, his paddle and hat stays where it is.
F. Korea, F. Norway, and F. Egypt stayed wearing the same clothes because it doesn't really matter to them at all. Though, the problem is Korea's, Norway's, and Egypt's hair flipping all over the place; especially F. Korea's extremely long hair. They hate the annoyance, but doesn't have the strength to argue anymore.
"Okay, we're here!" F. America shouts and stops in her tracks. The other countries stops walking too and look up at the sign 'Private flights' before looking back at F. America.
"Sae, we jeast have tae gae en and tell them th' oppaesits are w'th us?" Scotland asks the American. F. America looks at him for a while as she deciphers his words. Once she found what he's trying to say, she nods at the Scottish man.
"Well… let's just hope they understand…" F. America sighs to herself as the other countries sweat drops. Then, F. China starts to yawn and wiping her eyes. It's sunset in America, but in her country, it's early in the morning. She's just happy that meetings like this aren't every day. Because of her tiredness, she decides that the Asians would just have to stay in her house first before going to their homes, with the passport problems and everything. She knows that it's going to be a short flight, because she's a country, but it has been a long day and she just wants to rest.
"Aiyaah! Come on everyone, we're going to go first," F. China walks ahead and signals the East Asians to follow him. Without any complaints, the Asians followed their older sister. "We're going to go first-aru. Zàijiàn everyone," F. China smiles and wave her hand at the rest of the nations. The world responds in a wave back as they watch the Asians disappear through the airport hallways.
F. England crosses her arms before looking at her brothers and the other Europeans. "Why don't we lot go too? Our lane are near each other's," F. England points out. The Europeans exchange looks at one another before nodding. One at a time, the Europeans wave goodbyes to the Americans before too disappearing to the airport hallways.
By the time the Europeans left, the airport seems a lot quieter, with only the Americans and Africans left. Wy decided to stay over at Sealand's with Seaborga for a sleepover, so she went to the Europeans direction. Minutes later, F. Egypt, Turkey, Greece, and Seychelles left the Americans to go to their flights.
"Wow, it's very quiet without them, huh?" F. Canada said as she looks down at her polar bear, who looks up at her with a confused look. "I'm Canada," the Canadian responds to her bear.
F. America places her hands behind her head before sighing, "it has, hasn't it? Oh well, we'll just make more noise!" F. America laughs as she throws her hands in the air. F. Canada looks at her sister and smiles.
"That means I'm staying over, eh?" F. Canada giggles at her sister. F. America grins and nod her head.
"Yup! I mean, what are you going to do without the correct passport?" F. America responds to her sister. F. Canada nods, then, she looks at the hallway the nations went to and smile to herself.
"America, did we ever had a library in the meeting room?" F. Canada looks at her sister.
F. America look back and giggle, "who knows? We probably don't!"
Asians
After a couple of minutes waiting, Taiwan and Hong Kong were able to convince the pilots to take the other Asians in with them, even though they don't have their passports yet. Now, sitting comfortably in their private jet flying to Beijing, China, the Asians took their time eating the flight meals… made by China in advance. For a small plane, it's not crowded, with all the Asians and all. Usually, China leaves for a meeting with Hong Kong and Macau, so it's normal for him to get a big jet than the small ones.
In the middle of their feast, trying to get as much food as possible before F. China east all of them, F. Korea finally had it with her hair.
"I've had it with this annoying hair ~daze!" F. Korea shouts while still nibbling on her piece of noodles. "Hair keeps falling on my food, on my face, and everywhere! It's driving me crazy!" F. Korea drops her chopsticks on her bowl of food before crossing her arms and huffing.
"Come on, Korea, don't waste food like that," Taiwan giggles before pointing to F. Korea's food with her chopsticks. F. Korea eyes his older sister before going back and sitting while grumbling to herself. The Asians giggle at F. Korea's reaction. After smiling at her little sister, F. China gently places her chopsticks on her bowl before taking her bowl to the sick at the back of the plane. After cleaning the dishes and washing her hands, she quickly dries them with tissues. Then, she walks behind F. Korea's seat, still smiling. F. Korea looks at her sister with a confused look as she smiles at her.
"Turn around-aru," F. China said. Still puzzled, F. Korea obeys and turns to the right so her hair is free and not blocked by the back of the chair. F. China then walks to the left to face the back of F. Korea's head. Carefully, F. China pulls out F. Korea's long hair and gently brushes it with her fingers. The Asians stare confusingly at their older sister, but instead of looking away, they continue to look hypnotised at F. China's fingers stroking F. Korea's hair. A couple of minutes has passed, and F. China finished with her stroking. She then takes a big pink ribbon and neatly ties a bow, giving Korea a low ponytail. Then, she carefully divides the hair into three identical pieces; looking at each one to see if they're the same size and length. After that, she begun to place the pieces on top of each other again and again and again until she reach to the near bottom of F. Korea's hair. Once close to the bottom, F. China carefully pulls out a small blue ribbon from her pocket- still holding F. Korea's hair in place- and ties a perfect bow at where her finger is holding the hair. After a tight tie, F. China straightens her back before walking to the front and fixing her little sister's fringe.
"Wán![1]" F. China cheers to herself as she moves away to let her other sibling see. Taiwan's and F. Japan's eyes lit up upon seeing their little sister. F. Korea's hair is ties in a very neat plat down her back, and her fringe are neatly separated from each other.
"Wow, nice job Sensei!" Taiwan cheers. F. Japan nods at Taiwan's praise.
F. Korea, confused at why everyone's reacting weirdly, wanted to know. "Can I see, Aneki?" F. China hands F. Korea a mirror. F. Korea's eyes sparkles at her fringe and her plat. "Wow! Amazing! It's so neat! Thank you, Aneki!" F. Korea jumps up and hugs her older sister, who seems to be trying to get some air from the tight hug… which is a good thing to do, since they're in the air and all.
"Erm, Korea, I'm not getting much oxygen in my body here-aru…"
The United Kingdom siblings
"So, why did you do that?" F. England crosses her arms and stares at her eldest brother. Scotland gives her a smirk before shrugging.
"Daed whut?" Scotland said as he places his hands behind his head. F. England puffs up her cheeks and starts to glare at him. Meanwhile, the other two brothers stare at the oldest and the youngest with confusion written all over their faces. They left the airport twenty minutes ago riding on England's jet. Unfortunately, for England, her brothers would have to stay in her house and take care of her, in case something wrong happens. And, to also get her a passport, even though it's only temporary.
"You know what I mean," F. England grumpily said to her brother. Scotland smirks and continues to shrug at his sister. This made F. England mad. The other two siblings look at each other before looking at the eldest.
"Scotland, just tell her what you did before she blows a gasket," Wales convinces. He does not want to see a girl from the Kirkland family get mad, ever… Ireland did some damage.
"Nae, naet until the lassie tells me fearst," Scotland chuckles under his breath. F. England breaths in before slamming her hands on her lap.
"Stop playing stupid!" F. England shouts, making her two siblings flinch and Scotland laugh. F. England blushes at Scotland's laugh, "Stop it! I-I… I know that wasn't the spell…" F. England's voice turns into a mumble as she said those words. Scotland eyes her a little before chuckling once more.
"Hmmm… what are ye talkin about?" Scotland snickers at his little sister. F. England is not fed up of this game. She lifts herself off her seat and glares at Scotland.
"Sto-stop! I-I… Oh forget it!" F. England shouts before stomping to the bathroom. She knows she's not going anywhere if she continues to fight with her brother. It's useless effort.
Meanwhile, the two brothers look at their eldest before sighing. "You have a way with girls, brawd hŷn," Wales said sarcastically. Scotland looks at Wales before chuckling again.
"What's with this confusing fight?" North Ireland scratches his head and switch glances between the bathroom and Scotland. Scotland looks at him before shrugging.
"Dean't kneow. But… England, Doen't ye blow a tantrum in the poor wee toilet!" Scotland yells to his little sister. F. England's eyebrows twitch.
"SHUT UP, SCOTLAND!"
Central Europeans
"This long hair of mine is not AWESOME," F. Prussia fiddles with her hair while grumpily staring at it. Her silver locks gleams at the small light in the jet. The Central Europeans-Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Germany, Prussia, Austria, and Hungary- decided to take the same jet together because it's easier. Playing a teasing game, M. Hungary made Switzerland and Austria sit next to each other while he sits next to M. Liechtenstein. F. Prussia sits next to Germany.
"You better get used to it, Prussia. Who knows when England will be able to change us back to normal," M. Hungary crosses his arms as he stares disappointedly at the Prussian women. F. Prussia drops his lock of hair before staring at M. Hungary.
"How do you manage with long hair? I'd rather cut it to make it easier," F. Prussia moans while blowing on his fringe. M. Liechtenstein chuckles.
"I used to have long hair too," he smiles at F. Prussia.
"Really?!" F. Prussia and M. Hungary yells in astonishment. M. Liechtenstein smiles at the two and nod his head.
"What made you cut it?" M. Hungary asks.
"It feels refreshing after," M. Liechtenstein chuckles.
"See? It is easier to have short hair," F. Prussia snickers as she crosses her arms.
"Oh," M. Liechtenstein continues, "it also looks a lot like bruder's!" Simultaneously, Switzerland's face turns red from the comment. M. Hungary snickers at Switzerland. So that's why she cuts it, the Hungarian thought to himself.
"Really? Then… should I cut mine to look like West's?" F. Prussia turns to look at her brother, who's trying so hard to peacefully read a book, but failing.
"Why?" Germany narrows his eyes at his sister, trying to tell her that he just wants to read in peace. But the clueless Prussian ignores the stare and continues to talk.
"Because, you're my little West!" F. Prussia giggles before lightly punching her brother. Then, a sudden realization occurs to the albino. "Wait… West… YOU'RE SO MUCH TALLER THAN ME NOW!" F. Prussia yells at her younger brother while scuffling her head.
M. Hungary chuckles, "you're right!" Germany rolls his eyes before trying to dive back to reading.
"Prus- never mind," Austria mumbles to himself. F. Prussia looks at the Austrian with confused eyes. Then, he had an idea of why Austria is about to call his name. F. Prussia snickers before smirking at Austria. Austria stares at the Prussian with a blushing face before digging his hand to his trousers.
"Kesesesese! Too much of a gentlemen to yell at a girl, huh?" F. Prussia snickers as Austria blushes more.
"Erm…Erm… Hungary?" Austria calls at his neighbour. M. Hungary raises his eyebrow. "May you?" M. Hungary looks at Austria for a minute for smiling to himself.
"Sure!" The Hungarian said to the Austrian before smirking to the confused Prussian. He then places his hand on F. Prussia's head before scuffling the spirit out of the Prussia.
"Gaah! That hurts!" F. Prussia shouts. Austria sighs before smiling to himself. Much better…
Switzerland stares at the two before sighing as well, M. Liechtenstein chuckles at his two friends, and the poor Germany's still trying to read his book.
This is going to be a very… long… flight… Germany grumpily thought as she places his fingers on his temples.
Africans, Greece, and Turkey
"You should stop talking…" Greece snaps at the Turk. Turkey glares at the Greek through his white mask.
"Why? You should stop talking!" Turkey snaps back.
"Why don't you both stop talking?!" Seychelles yells at the two nations in front of her. The said nations froze in their spot before slowly nodding at the French girl. Seychelles gives a loud sigh before crossing her arms at the two. She decided, to help F. Egypt get safely home, she would escort her with Greece and Turkey. She trusts Greece, but Turkey could be odd at times, and she knows that the two cannot agree on anything, so for F. Egypt's safety, she decided she will stay over at the Egyptian's house until further notice.
"Thank you," F. Egypt said to the island girl who smiles at her in return. She then faces the two men once more.
"Really? Are you guys really fighting on turning on the reading light?" Seychelles shakes her head. She hardly gets angry, can get annoyed, but not angry. She gives the two nations a big sigh before looking at F. Egypt, who seems to be enjoying the fact that there's an argument and she doesn't have to stop it. "Is this normal?" Seychelles asks the Egyptian, who nods in response.
"It often happens, so it's normal," F. Egypt said with a shrug.
"It's going to be a long ride home, so could you guys please not argue in the next three or five hours?" Seychelles looks at the male nations with pleading eyes. The two nations nod their heads.
"Egypt, you act very normal in a situation like this… how?" Greece said in his very slow tone. F. Egypt shrugs at the Greek before continuing to eat his Shawarma[2].
"Yeah! If it was me, I would freak out or something," Turkey comments. Again, F. Egypt gives a shrug towards the nation.
"That's true… I would be very scared if I was turned into a boy," Seychelles adds. F. Egypt swallows a bite of her shawarma before looking at the nations in front of her.
"It's not that different, really. The only difference is my hair is longer, my chest is somewhat heavy, and I get to wear panties," F. Egypt bluntly said as she continues to munch on her shawarma. The three nations in front of her all have their mouths gaped open. Seychelles slowly places her hands on F. Egypt's shoulders, eyes quivering at the Egyptian.
"Y-Y-You can't just s-say that out loud, Egypt! Especially when there's boys in the plane!" Seychelles shouts while shaking the Egyptian furiously as she talks. Behind her, Greece and Turkey begin to blush at the girls.
"But it's true," F. Egypt bluntly say in between munches.
"You don't have to say the truth that bluntly!" Seychelles shouts again, eyes swirling from near dizziness. She then let go of F. Egypt before placing her hand on her forehead. "Mon deiu!"
F. Egypt shrugs and continue to eat her shawarma. Then, a recurrence came to her, "oh… I wonder what TRNC and Cyprus will say when they see me…"
"Why are you saying it so bluntly?!"
The Nordics
"Stop staring before I smack you," F. Norway glares at the Dane as he whistles to himself, trying to change the subject. All the Nordics boarded the plane to Norway's house where they'll be staying there to help F. Norway with being a… female. Though she insisted to only let Iceland stay with her, F. Norway got the short straw by, somehow, letting the other three Nordics to stay at her house. Now she has a very long tantrum at the Nordics, except for her brother. The Nordics are still figuring out why her anger is so long, unlike the usual Norway they all know.
"Calm down, Norway… erm… would you like to have a piece of cake?" Finland asks the Norwegian kindly before handing her a slice of cake. F. Norway glares at Finland for a minute before taking the piece of cake quickly. She then starts to munch on it while still staring at the Nordics with sharp eyes.
"Come on, Nor, why are you angry at us?" Denmark sighs to himself before scratching his head. F. Norway glares at him more, this made Denmark a little comfortable.
"What's wrong, Norway?" This time, as much as he hates it, Iceland starts to ask his sister the question. F. Norway gulps at her piece of cake and stares at Iceland with normal blank eyes.
"Nothing, really," F. Norway bluntly say and takes a bite out of the last clump of her piece of cake. The Nordic guys all look at each other before sighing.
"Oh, good," Sweden said to himself.
"Yeah, we thought you're actually angry at us for a moment there, Nor," Denmark sighs to himself before grinning. Finland and Iceland nod at Denmark's comment. Suddenly, F. Norway gets up from her seat and slams her hands on the seat handle, making the rest of the Nordics jump… excluding Sweden. They stare at her with confused faces. F. Norway's eyes glare daggers at the Nordics, making them panic once more.
"I need to go to the bathroom," F. Norway said, but the tone of her voice sounded ominous and aerie, as if she's passing them a curse or something. With a flip of her hair, she stomps her way to the back of the plane, thrust open the bathroom door, and slams it as she goes in.
"What's wrong now?" Denmark moans as he places his hands on his head.
"I don't know… but what I do know, girls are scary at times," Iceland comments. The rest of the Nordics nod their heads at Iceland's comment.
"I th'nk we ne'd to th'nk of som'th'n wh'n Norway com's ba'k," Sweden announces.
"Yeah," Finland sheepishly say, "I think we should… who knows how long she could be mad at us!"
[1] Wán!: Chinese for finish
[2] Shawarma: An Arabian dish that looks a lot like a burrito (to me), very delicious :)
I know this is a boring chapter, but the next one will be very exciting because the countries are going to introduce their gender bent self to their bosses (presidents/queens/kings/etc.) and also their friends and siblings... and there might be some shopping going on there ;) Well, let's hope for the best! :) Cya next chapter!