"So, what exactly did you gather us here for? Hurry up and get to the point, I am very busy aru." China demanded as he scanned the room. They were in the multipurpose room located on the second level of the cafe. It may be called a multipurpose room, but it was actually just an extremely spacious circular room with pearl white wall and barely any furniture.

England had gathered him and many other countries including Japan, America and France in the room out of the blues and China was not exactly happy with leaving his panda and coming here to entertain this guy.

"As the manager of this cafe, i am hiring all of you here." England looked up from his notebook, " It is a one day job, and you will not be given any salary, unfortunately."

"I don't get it, but it sounds fun! let's do it!" America did a peace sigh and grinned cheerfully.

"Aiyaa, what is so fun about working without pay aru!" China leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, "I don't see why i have to be your worker and get bossed around by you. It is boring aru."

"Yeah," Hong kong smirked, "teacher is too old for this."

"AIYAA!" China shot up upon hearing the word 'old', "Hong Kong! How many times must i tell you, i am not old aru! I am young, hip, and cool!"

"Why don't you try and prove it for once?" Hong Kong raised an eyebrow.

...Damn it, just what exactly did England do to his once loving and adorable Hong Kong?

"Fine aru! I will join whatever Opium is planning!" China pointed at England angrily, "Just to prove that i am not old aru!"

England grinned and put a little tick beside China's name on his notebook. Lifting his head, he gave Hong Kong a nod to acknowledge his help. Hong Kong returned it with a slight grin and nod as well. What the both of them did not notice, was the expression of America, who was standing opposite England. How could he, the hero, let Hong Kong hog all the glory? Besides, Hong Kong was winning the war!

"Hey guys, you will join too right?" America turned to look at France, Japan and a certain translucent country.

"Oui, since big brother is the owner of this place, i have no choice." France sighed, "Let's just hope that England's idea is not too ridiculous or impossible like asking us to improve on his scone recipe." France mocked as a scone shot past his face, missing it by a mere cm.

"I can hear you, you bloody frog." England snared.

"Excuse moi, but it is the truth!" France continued as the pencil in England's snapped

"Are you trying to test my patience, or do you want to start another hundred war?" England was close to losing it.

"You are on, eyebrows" France rebutted and with that, started yet another brawl between them.

"Well then, what about you Japan?" America ignored the two and asked Japan, who was watching the two anxiously.

"Hai, as long as it is within my abilities, i will do my best." Japan nodded immediately.

"As expected from Japan!" America grinned contently and gave Japan a pat on the shoulder.

"A- America san, shouldn't we stop them..?" Japan asked as he looked at the two having a fight to the death, feeling worried.

"Huh? You mean England and France? They will be fine~" America assured while Japan found it hard to believe in what America said.

"As pointless as it seems, if you two don't stop your childish acts and get on with it, i won't guarantee what i may do." Suddenly, a flat yet stern voice sounded at the back of the room, followed by a threatening growl.

Immediately, everyone stopped their actions and turned to look at the back of the room, where Iceland was standing. But they were not staring at Iceland, who had the same shocked expression as everyone else. Beside Iceland was a nation slightly taller than him. He had his head tilted downwards, making it hard to see his expression. But from what was behind that nation, the other knew that the nation was pretty pissed off.

"I don't understand this at all. What are you doing here?" Iceland finally spoke after overcoming his shock.

"I was bored, so I came to check if you are alright. But judging from the looks of things, it is not alright at all. Now Nissie, let's start with those two on the floor." Norway ordered with his cold deadpan voice and pointed to England and France. The thing behind him, a huge troll so tall that its head almost touched the celling let out a short growled as a reply and moved approached England and France.

"Ahhh! It is the mountain spirit! Someone help me! Big brother is too young to be squashed!" France wailed as the troll, Nissie came closer. But the others were either too amazed by Nessie, or were just busy thinking of how Norway managed to squeeze Nissie through the door and none of them offered any help.

"Tch, how useless can you get you bearded wanker?" England, on the other hand, was much calmer. After all, handling with mythical creatures happened to be one of his specialities. Taking out his wand, England shouted some words and immediately, a ray of green light shot out from the tip of his wand and hit Nissie, immediately turning Nissie into a huge pile of flowers.

"There, now we have the decorations." Standing up, England clapped his hands clean of dirt and smiled contently.

… The others were now completely speechless, except for Norway, who was so mad that he was trembling now. Can't blame him, anyone would lose his mind if someone with thick eyebrows turn his beautiful and perfect Nissie into a pile of freaking flowers.

"… I don't understand what is going on, but this is not looking good." Iceland muttered as he inched away from Norway. Having lived with Norway for as long as he could remember, Iceland beckoned that he knew his own brother enough to know where this was going. The others did not master the art of reading faces, but took the initiative to steer clear from Norway as well. Come on, how hard could it be to tell that someone was pissed, when he was all dark and emitting purple auras? Surely interacting with Russia and Belarus taught most of the countries about that already.

"Heh heh, I don't want to brag about myself, but I happen to know magic as good as I know myself. (Author: Which, actually, was not very well. But ah well) " England grinned victoriously, obviously unaware of Norway's strengthening aura. How ignorant. Or just not enough interaction with Russia….

"N-Now everyone, I am sure we could talk about this like gentlemen and not resort to violence. Norway san, please do rest assure that your Nissie was not harmed… I … guess." Japan turned to look at England for help, who was, by the way, in his own world of magic and imagination…

"Huh? Oh yeah. Don't worry. Your troll is fine. All I did was send him home. The flowers are from France's garden. Simple teleportation spells, won't hurt anyone." Well, except for maybe a huge bald spot in France's garden. But what the heck, who cares?

"My garden?" France almost cried. God knows how many painful hours he spent tending to his beautiful garden and his prized flowers. His flawless and perfect flowers! The ruby like roses and the sunflowers! Bright as the sun itself!

…Okay, maybe one person cared.

"You can replant it later. Look on the bright side. It is a huge relief on the budget. Not a single cent was spent on decorations. You will come to your senses and thank me for my brilliant act later." England rolled his eyes. Seriously? Crying over a few stalks of flowers?

…Fine, maybe it was more than a few… Scratch that, the amount of flowers he teleported was probably half of France's garden. Hmm, guess he should work on controlling the range of his spells someday. But he did saved a whole lot of money! Then again, France did once brag about how expensive the breed of the rose that bloomed in his garden cost. Surely the tending and fertilizers needed money too… Damn. He could seriously care less about how France feels. After all, France was the idiot who got him to become the manager of the café. That's right! France brought this upon himself!

"England! What did I do to you to have you do this devilish act upon moi?" France was staring at England with his teary eyes, close to wanting to eat England alive…

"Easy." England folded his arms cooly, "YOU. MADE. ME. THE. MANAGER."

… France had never regretted something this much before…

"Since Nissie was unhurt, I will let it pass this time. Now hurry up and spill your plans, eyebrows." Norway sighed and demanded.

"Chill a little will ya? It is because of you that Iceland could never do a perfect smile no matter what Poland did." England kept his wand and turned to face Norway and the others, ignoring a certain bearded nation lying on the ground, his soul flying away.

"Hmm? Are you going to care about how I teach my brother now?" Norway raised an eyebrow.

"I will pass. Now I am sure most of you here wants to know exactly what this job is about. It is basically very simple. You will be maids for one day and serve 15 normal humans. It is that simple. Of course, some of you will be given other tasks depending on the situation." For example, how France should never be a maid or he would be caught for harassing the customers.

"Hey dude, sorry to rain on your parade, but you want maids. I am no rocket scientist, but I know we can't be maids unless we are girls. Right?" America pointed out and immediately got lots of attention for the others.

America said something that actually made sense!

"Are you an idiot or what? Just what exactly do you think Iceland and I have been doing till now? Are you trying to imply that we are not guys?" Hong Kong asked sarcastically.

"You are a guy?" America acted surprised and pissed both Hong Kong and Norway off.

"You two can be as childish as you want, but once you drag my brother into this, it is unbearable." Norway was on defensive mode again.

"I never admitted that I am your brother." Iceland sighed.

"Why don't you just stop your guessing," England's voice was full of enthusiasm, grabbing everyone's attention to him again. "and let me tell you the answer?" England was somehow able to chance into his angel tunic as America and Hong Kong were quarrelling and did this pose which he learnt from one of his proud works (coughHarryPottercough).

Well that pretty much got everyone flabbergasted.

"Pff-t. E-England, please, spare us the eyesore." France was forcing himself not to laugh, but it was proven impossible. That costume and that pose would look good on someone else. But have that on England, and… Oh gosh this was too entertaining. Where's his camera?

"Shut up beardy. This is where the fun comes in." England smirked and pointed his wand at America, "America, say cheese." With that, America was zapped by rays of green light which completely surrounded America, making it impossible for others to see him in the huge ball of light. The green light then turned into a gentle sky blue before slowly fading away, showing bits of America's jacket little by little.

America was caught by surprise, but he did not find anything wrong. In fact, England's spell made him feel lighter all of a sudden. It felt as if a ton of weight was lifted off his tummy, though the chest area was surprisingly feeling heavier… Did England's spell give him a bigger heart or something? Once the light completely cleared away, America was startled to find everyone staring at him with huge bulging eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets any minute now. Maybe England's spell gave him a new hairstyle?

"… Hong Kong, where is your camera aru?" China motioned for Hong Kong to hand him the camera while his eyes were still glued to America, who was sitting on the floor.

"England! Big brother cannot believe I am saying this, but you are brilliant! Simply brilliant!" France was so touched he was tearing.

"Heh, took you long enough to realize just how powerful I am." England was looking so proud his nose was stretching.

"Hey dudes, I like the attention I am getting but, can you tell me what happened?" America asked with a blur look. That's weird, he sounded weird.

"… America san, you might want to stand up now. The view from here is a little…" Japan blushed and turned away.

"Huh? Wait Japan! Why are you blushing?" America asked as he stood up and was about to get the dust off his jacket, when he felt something soft and realized that something was off.

His chest…

It was…

It was…

…

Not only was it not flat, but it was almost comparable with Ukraine! What the hell was going wrong? America quickly stared at her (Yes, changing it now) hand and was horrified to find slim and long fingers.

"This…" America ran her hands along her face and found it exceptionally soft and smooth. "This.." She looked down and realised what japan meant by the view… "This.." Further down, her long baggy pants were replaced by extreme tight and short jeans…

"What would you know. America, you actually look prettier as a girl." England stared at America with a rather questionable grin as America felt her face go red hot.

"England," America called with her clear and sweet voice.

"Huh? Ready to thank me already? I think I can make this spell last forever, if you beg me."

"ENGLAND! YOU ARE THE WORST!" America shouted in her cute voice, completing the image with a cute pouting action.

As if it was planned, England, Japan and France started nose bleeding at the same time…