Arthur moved his cursed friend up into his bedroom and laid him down, keeping watch until he woke up. Francis was going to kill him. How did this even happen? Arthur only wanted to make Austria fail the rest of the Eurovision contests in the future. He didn't want to turn France into a girl.
Francis moved under the sheets. His, or her, eyes fluttered open. They were the same crystal blue as before.
"Anglettere? Where am I?" She asked, looking around the room.
England stood up from his chair, "Don't freak out, but, I might have... I accidently... Turned you into a-"
Francis screamed as she looked down at her chest. England walked behind the chair getting ready for his friend to attack him.
"Arthur! What did you do?!"
France jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom across the hallway with Arthur following hastily. France stood in front of the mirror. Her hair was longer and her body was the perfect hourglass shape.
"Francis I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you, I swear."
"You mean you don't know how to fix this?!" France screamed.
"Well, I'll find out how to fix it. It shouldn't be that hard," England shook,"Until we find out how to fix your feminine problem, you should probably stay here until you're back to normal."
As England spoke, France was checking out her own body. Feeling her breasts and the curve of her hips.
"Honhon at least I'm still sexy," France giggled, "You should call me Francine from now on I suppose. And we will have to go shopping for clothes. My chest is hurting in this shirt."
"Right..."
"Oh, and I get to have the master bedroom."
England snapped back, "What?! Why?
"It's only fair since you did this to me. Now you have to treat me as a princess," Francine smiled and skipped out of the bathroom and walked back to the master bedroom,"You better start finding a cure if you want me out of your bedroom."