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Gilbert woke up, his eyes snapping wide open. He sat up immediately, and heard a soft boing, sort of like what you would hear around Yekaterina Braginskaya. There was also a slight tickling near his neck. He shrugged and got stretched reaching his hands to the ceiling, and heard another soft boing.

"What would-MAPLE!" Matthew walked in on Gilbert stretching, and immediately ran back in to the kitchen with his hand over his nose.

"Birdie, you okay?" Gilbert asked, following Matthew in the kitchen. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw his reflection. He, or should I say she, had long hair that stopped at the small of his back, she seemed daintier, and... and her chest rivaled Yekaterina's.*

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ME" she yelled! She also noticed her voice was an octave higher, and it wasn't because she was yelling.

~Hetalia~

Antonio stretched. He was awake before Lovino, once again. He worried for him. Lovino stayed up late at night completing his homework. He shuffled into the kitchen. He was feeling like having some paella.

Once Antonio finished his paella, Lovino shuffled in, his eyes still half-lidded due to lack of sleep. Once he saw Antonio, his eyes immediately opened.

"Ciao~!" Lovino said, immediately cheering up. He was actually smiling, and it wasn't sarcastic.

"Lovi?" Antonio asked.

"CHIGI~! I forgot!" Lovino yelled.

"¿Que?" Antonio asked.

"...You're a girl..."

"...Then at least I get to see what it's like to be female!"

"...You're way too happy for your own good."

~Hetalia~

Francis slept in that day. He just couldn't be bothered to wake up, and it was a Sunday. Honestly, those teachers don't know the meaning of the word rest. Francis stumbled down the steps, still in his pajamas. He heard messy hair was in anyways. He got many glances, and he heard his name in many whispers.

Ohonhonhon~, it's probably 'cause my hair look tres magnifique!, he thought.

When he saw Gilbert he immediately made a move. "Bonjour, mon amis~!"

He shuddered. "Now I know how Artie feels..."

"GILBERT! Is that you?" He asked.

"You've been affected also, you know." Gilbert handed Francis a mirror.

"Mon Dieu!" His hair had been elongated to half-way down his back, and his face became thinner. All his stubble disappeared.

"Wait 'till we see Antonio!"

"Oh, speak of the devil!" Francis said. Antonio had appeared, an extremely happy expression on his face. Lovino was next to him, arms crossed.

"Hola guys! I see you've been affected also!"

"Frog? Is that you?" a British voice called out. Francis gritted his teeth and turned around with a smile. "Have you recognized me because of my beauty?"

"Alfred, you've got to see this!" Arthur said.

Alfred turned around. When he caught sight of Francis, he paled. "It worked..."

Ignoring the two, Francis said, "We ought to rename ourselves for the time we're female."

"Ja!"

"I'll be Antonia!"

"Ich bin Gillian!"

"And I Francisca!"

"And we are the new Bad Touch Trio!" They finished in unison.

Elizaveta and Roderich could feel a headache coming on.

*This attribute is actually for Fem!Germany, but I couldn't help myself :3

Sorry this took longer than usual, school's a bitch.

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Hasta la pasta~!