Ch-2 America's discovery

America blinked his sky blue eyes as sunlight flooded the window. He sat up, stretching and running a hand through his messy sand-colored hair. Slipping out of bed, he quickly got dressed in the clothes he had brought to England's house with him; a superman t-shirt, jeans and red, white, and blue sneakers. America had stayed at England's house the previous night due to the various horror movies the two nations had watched together that evening, America being too scared to go home and sleep alone afterwards. Attempting to be light on his feet as to not wake up the Brit, he tiptoed across the hallway and pushed the door open just a crack.

Peeking in just slightly, he didn't see the familiar figure of the slender nation, but a small, round lump in England's bed. America furrowed his brows and slid into England's room. He approached the lump with a look of confusion spread upon his face. America delicately pulled back the sheets, letting out a loud gasp when he saw what was under them. A round ball, about the size of a watermelon and pasty white, lay in England's spot. The strangest thing was the ball appeared to be…breathing? Biting his lip, he stretched out a finger and poked it. It was smooth and well, squishy. The strange creature started and looked up with big emerald green eyes and very fuzzy, large eyebrows. Could it be? It had to be. Those caterpillar eyebrows were unmistakably England's! America hesitantly opened his mouth to speak.

"U-um, England is that you?"

"Yes, why do you ask? You really should be able to recognize me by now, we've known each other for hundreds of years."

"But England dude, you look so different!"

"Don't call me 'dude', and what do you mean I look different?"

"Wait here."

America sprinted to England's bathroom, ripping open drawers and pulling open cabinets until he found what he was looking for. Dashing back to England's room, he held the mirror in front of that creatu- erm, England's face. He watched with slight amusement as those emerald eyes of his widened with growing horror and shock.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"

"Hahaha! I don't know dude, but I woke up and found you like this! How is this transformation even possible?"

"Well, all of my siblings, Wales, Northern Ireland, Scotland have the ability to use magic, including me. But I didn't do this, why on earth would I do this to myself?"

"Did one of your siblings do this?"

"It was most likely that, after all this isn't the first bloody time something like this has happened. But it does seem like I am always the accidental target. I wonder which one of them it was this time…"

"I don't know dude."

"Maybe we should call one of my siblings to find out."

"Okay, but first lets call Japan to figure out what you were turned into, he once told me about these things that look like you from his country, but I need details."

"Sounds fine to me."

America pulled out his cell phone and punched the buttons for Japan's number. He put the call on speaker phone so both England and America could hear. The phone rang several times before Japan picked up his phone.

"Herro, Japan here."

"Hey dude! Its England and America."

"Oh konichiwa, how may I be of assistance?"

"Um, something happened to England…"

America then proceeded to explain to Japan how he found this out and describing the characteristics of the creature England was turned into. Japan responded with a tone of recognition.

"Ah, I think the creature you may be talking about is a 'mochi'.

"Uhhhh, a what?"

"Mochi. It's a Japanese rice cake dessert, sometimes full of sweet fillings. It is also associated with anime, by making mocha versions of favorite characters from that particular anime."

"Dude! So that means England is edible? I wonder if he's filled with something sweet!"

"HEY GIT! Don't you even bloody think about it! Stay away from me!"

"Aw, fine dude, be that way."

"Hmph."

"Anyway, thanks for the info Japan!"

"No problem, I am happy to oblige."

America pressed the 'end call' button and snapped his phone shut. He turned to England. Admittedly, England looked rather adorable in mochi form. America tried to resist the urge to pick him up and just squish him! He settled for just reaching out to England and picking him up. England was startled and started to protest.

"Hey! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Hey! HEY!"

The sandy haired nation ignored England yells of protest and held England up so that he was level with America's face. Emerald eyes met Sapphire ones. A huge sparkling grin spread across America's face. He lifted a finger and started to poke England's squishy (and slightly pink) cheek. England tolerated a few pokes, but after about the fifth he bit America's finger before it could come in contact with his round face. America squealed in a not-so-manly way and unceremoniously dropped England on the floor so he could nurse his aching finger, which now had small, mochi-like bite marks on it. England rolled around on the floor until he was able to look up at America, who was giving him that famous, pouty, 'kicked puppy' look.

"What was that for?"

"I warned you to stop poking me."

"But its not my fault your cheeks are so squishy!"

"What does that have to do with anything? Have some self control! And besides, I cant hit or kick you, SEEING AS I HAVE NO BLOODY ARMS OR LEGS!"

"Ok ok dude, chill out! I wont do it again."

"Good! Now come on, lets go to the living room to call Northern Ireland. I'm tired of being in this small room with such an idiot. I hope your stupidity isn't contagious."

"Hey! That was cruel dude! And remember your lack of arms, which leads to a lack of hands and fingers. You cant expect to be able to press the buttons on your cell phone if you are handless! So you better be nicer to me."

"Fine! Lets go."

America picked England up off of the floor only to hear his words of protest. Not wanting to be bitten again, he set England back down and followed the moving blob, quite amused at the sight of the mochi rolling down the stairs.