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It was 00:43 on the rainy day of July 14th, and England was in his basement practicing another spell. Since he had a bit of a cold he wasn't really supposed to be doing magic, but that wouldn't stop him. Afterall, what's the worst that could happen?
He flipped to a new page in his spellbook, beginning to do whatever it is you do when doing magic. In the middle of it, he sneezed, but that wouldn't have any effect on the spell, right?
After another few minutes of practicing, he passed out on the cold basement floor, exhausted from the cold he had and the toll spells took on him now that he was getting older.
When he woke up later that day, he felt a little bit... different. He brushed off the feeling, thinking it was just the cold. He ascended the stairs, still drowsy. England went to his bathroom to brush his teeth, noting that his features seemed a bit softer. Were his shoulders less broad too? It's just the cold, he told himself. He did get a bit delirious whenever sick.
After brushing his teeth and rinsing his face with water, he went over to his room to change out of his night clothes. That's when he was faced with a surprise. Not only was his hair longer, down to his mid-back infact, he finally noted, but he was curvier. Worst of all... he had BOOBS. Okay they were small but still, he had them. The nation shrieked and covered his eyes, then realized that served no purpose. He would still have to open them to get dressed, so he did, very slowly.
Unfortunately for England, there was a world meeting that day. As much as he would love to simply not attend by using the excuse that he has a cold, it was quite mild and was nothing to skip a meeting about. So in the meantime, he would just have to try and hide his current situation. Trying to find something that wouldn't hug his new figure was quite easy, as his closet consisted of mainly male and unisex clothing. He chose a simple button up t-shirt and dress pants with white socks, then picked out a watch and wore it on his left wrist.
As he finished getting ready, his phone buzzed from a notification sound. He walked over to it and picked it up, checking for who messaged him.
USA: dude
USA: wtf did you do???
Arthur was confused but kept reading.
USA has sent a photo.
It was just a picture of him standing in front of a mirror, not much special.
USA: stop ignoring me
USA: ik ur reading my messages
Arthur sighed, typing a message back to him.
England: I don't see anything wrong.
USA: look closer
He did. Nothing.
England: You're confusing me. What happened?
USA: are you fucking blind
USA: dude i'm literally a girl
Oh. Now Arthur saw it. His normally sharper features were softer, his hair was longer, basically everything that had happened to Arthur had happened to Alfred too.
England: Yeah, that may have been my fault. My apologies.
USA: it better be your fucking apologies
USA: how am i supposed to go to the world meeting like this
England: If it makes you feel better, I've also been turned into a girl
England: See you later, I have to start on my way. We can talk more about what happened then.
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England sighed. Stupid, stubborn America. You make one mistake and suddenly he's never talking to you again.
"He'll come around." England muttered, then shrieked. His voice. His voice. It was so much more... high pitched. More feminine.
"Fuck."