The four nations sat in the living room. England told the story to France's close friends, with France interrupting every so often saying how "Arthur is telling it all wrong". Spain and Prussia gawked at the story, often glancing their eyes to France's breasts and then pretending not to notice.
"Any questions?" Arthur grunted.
The two listening nations looked at eachother. Prussia speaking up first, "Ja, so, France is an actual female girl?"
"Yes, we're you not listening to anything we told you?!" Arthur blasted.
"No we did," Prussia continued, laughing, "It's just that now he's even more of a pussy than he used to be."
Spain and Prussia fell back against the couch laughing out loud. England turned his head from France and chuckled into his hand. Francine stood up and spilled Arthur's leftover tea from the pot and threw little bits on the fellow nations. All three of them jumping out of their seats and yelling back at her.
"It's not funny to make fun of a woman. And since I'm one now, you are all going to listen to me."
"Come on, Miss. Bonnefoy," Spain chuckled, "We're only playing. You're the one who always flirts and touches women."
"Yes, but I still respect them and give them consent!"
Arthur snapped his head to Francine after failing to wipe the tea stain off his shirt with a napkin, "You don't respect or give consent to me!"
"You aren't a woman. And, I know you love it. You've told me before."
Spain and Prussia covered their faces in laughter watching Arthur's face turn bright red.
...
After the three nations cleaned up, France begged Arthur to let him go outside. After a while, he let Francine go out with Spain and Prussia to get out of the house while he tried to look for a cure.
England sat alone in his dungeon, mixing potions, and reading spell books. The dark stone room only lit by a single candle and the green light of the cauldron in front of him.
"I think I got it! Yes!" England jumped up in joy and filled a vial with the green sparkling liquid. Now, all he needed to do was to give France the potion and everything will be normal.
...
The trio came back home. France coming in first with her nails done and the boys looking like they were bored for hours.
"France!"
"Oh, Angletterre, you scared me. Did you see my nails? Aren't they beautiful?" France giggled and shoved her fingertips toward Arthur.
"Yea, nice. Bur I have more important news! I found the potion! THE CURE!"
The three male countries all hopped with glee, France just stood looking at her manicure.
"France? What's wrong?" Spain asked.
"I don't think I'm ready to change just yet." She replied winking at the spaniard and german.
Apparently the two countries knew what she meant and they casually walked back out the front door holding in laughs. England backed away carefully.
"Francis, what are you doing?"
"You mean Francine. I just wanted to have a little... experimenting before I changed back." She says pulling the tie out of her hair and letting it fall down to her shoulders, "Let's go to the bedroom, Mon Cher."
England mumbled something under his breath but France ignored it and took him by the arm, tugging him to the bedroom.
...
Arthur sat on the bed while Francine locked the bedroom door. She teased him and slowly took off each item of clothing like it was the last thing she'll ever experience. Arthur took in every piece of exposed skin, feeling himself grow in his pants.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his begging eyes looking up at her.
France simply nodded her head and took off her skirt, leaving her only in panties.
"What would you like me to do?" Arthur asked, his British accent cutting through the warm night air.
"Make love to me."