Arthur walked back towards the bedroom a few minutes later with the red scarf in his hand. Inside, France was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Frogette, I got your scarf!" He called in the quiet house.
Then a high pitched scream echoed through the home. Arthur ran to the bathroom and opened the door to see Francine sitting on the toilet staring at her undergarments around her legs. On her white lace underwear, there was a bright red spot spreading on the fabric.
"Bloody hell..."
"No shit Sherlock!" France yelled, his head in his hands, "You need to go back to the store and buy me some... Sanitary products."
England didn't waste anytime and ran outside to drive to the nearby drug store. France stayed alone in the bathroom staring at the blood. This spell really got out of control now.
...
Arthur came back to the house with a bag full of different kinds of sanitary pads, tampons, and pain killers just in case it was going to last as long as they think it would.
France still sat on the toilet, her underwear and skirt laid on the floor, leaving her bottom half completely naked. England nearly dropped the products out of his hands when he saw his friend's womanly parts.
"Oh quit being a baby," France snapped and took the bag out of England's hands, "This stuff is really expensive. That's insane!"
England gave France a new pair of underwear and they helped each other to try and figure out how to put the pad on the panties. Francine picked up her dirty underwear and began to wash it in the sink. Afterwards, she changed out of her pretty clothes and into a nightgown.
...
-Two hours later-
"I am going to end you!"
France had started fighting England ever since there encounter with the soiled undergarments. England apologizing every once in a while.
"It's not my fault my curse hit you. You were the one who barged into my house!"
The two were at each other's throats in seconds. Then France let go of her hold on Arthur's neck. Clutching her stomach and falling in pain.
"Come on, Franceypants. What's the matter now?"
"I'm on my period!" Francine yelled back ignoring the fact that it sounded so weird to them, "It hurts dammit... It's like I'm having World War 3 inside me."
Arthur bent down and picked France up in his arms and carried her to the couch.
"I'm sorry, Francis. I mean, Francine. I'll make you some warm tea and give you some medicine for your cramps."
France looked up at him, tears filling her eyes, "Thank you so much, Arthur. Maybe you aren't so bad afterall."
"Ooook, no problem." Arthur walked back into the kitchen surprised at the sudden mood change.
...
The period lasted about five days. Arthur spent the time searching for a spell to remove the curse, and taking his time to care for France since it was his fault afterall.
At the end of what seemed way more painful than she thought, France went back to dressing in more formal clothes around the house and not eating all the chocolate left in the fridge.
France sat at the kitchen table, peeling some fruit, when her cellphone began to ring. She took it off the tabletop and saw it was Prussia calling.
"I can't answer this," she thought, "He will hear my female voice and he'll know something's up."
She turned her phone off and headed to go out into the living room when she saw Prussia and Spain standing behind the kitchen window, in shock of France's appearance.