Ok this story is going to become slightly random, it will still follow the story arch, but, there will be genderbending, age recession, and other randomness. So again, Zara, Roxy and I will still be in the story but it will become less realistic, (pssh like it was in the first place.)
My POV
I left Canada in the living room and went to my room to grab a manga. I picked up Black Butler and started to read it. England walked up to me and started to peer at the cover. "That symbol seems really familiar." I heard him mutter. "Uh." I said. He shook his head and straightened. "Do you have a dark room I could use? I want to try to get us all home." I nod and take him down to the boiler room in the basement. "Do you mind if I watch?" I ask him. He nods, "Just don't touch the circle." I nod and stand next to the door. "Santo Rita Mita Meada Ringo Jonah Tito Marlon Jack La Toya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer!" He chants. I watch in awe as he continues to chant and the circle he drew on the ground started to glow. Suddenly, you guessed it, America ran into the room. "Reyna! Where's Engl-oh crap." He says. Suddenly the circle exploded into a flashing light, "Reyna!" Zara and Roxy yell as they burst into the room. 'Bakas' I think before we all pass out. I mean I think we did cause you know I passed out as well.
~~two hours later~~
I woke up with a groan on my couch, China and Canada standing over me. "Reyna?" They say. "What wong?" I sit up. "Wo-row-wo-wrong!" I say trying to pronounce my words right. I look at my hands and there as small as they were when I was young. My eyes widened then narrowed again. "England." I take a deep breath and jump, scratch that, think about jumping off the couch but deciding not to because it's way to high now. "Um, Canada. Can you um- help me down." I say. He nods and picks me up. "Put me down now please." I say. He shakes his head and carries me over to the other room where I guess the others are. Still holding me, he shows me the others. Roxie is about ten, Zara is about the same as me, six maybe? England was a teenager. I started to giggle, resulting in the others waking up. "Oh god, my head hurts." Roxy says. I giggle. Her eyes almost pop out of her head. "Holy.... Reyna!" I nod and make my way out of Canada's grip and jump to her. She catches me, "Let me guess, the other one is Zara. hey were's America?" I look over to the right and finally see America. He was...AN ADORABLE CHIBI! I squeal and run over to him and begin to glomp him. "What aw you dowin?" He says in that adorable lisp of his. "Why are you six?" I squeal, "And your Chibi!" He panics and looks over at England and runs out of the room. "Amewica! Come back." I start to cry, wait, why am I crying, I'm 14 darn it! I wipe my eyes and see England looking at distaste at his clothing. "I look like an old man." He mutters. "Reyna, do you have any other clothing?" I nod, "My dad has some stuff from when he was younger. Uh, Canada can you help me?" I ask. He nods and we go downstairs. Canada pulls down the big bins with the clothing. I grab some black jeans, a blue t-shirt, my dad' sold motorcycle jacket and a Union Jack bandanna which is actually mine. We go upstairs and I hand him the clothing. He nods in gratitude and gets changed. When he returns, the other nations look at him in shock. I guess they've just forgotten about his teenage days. Roxy and Zara laugh at they're shock. We all then sober up. "Okay, what are we going to do about this?" I ask. "I'll just do my spell again and hope it reverses it." England says with a shrug. We all sigh, "It's all we can do." Zara says. "Go get America please." England says. We gulp and comply. After finding America attempting to open the refrigerator and dragging him to the boiler room, England starts to trace the chalk circle on the ground. We all stand in the middle and the circle starts to glow. When we all open our eyes, well, we certainly changed. "Oh, so cool! I'm a dude!" Exclaims Roxy. I grin, "No boobs!" I yell. England and America currently freaking out because they can't stand up straight. "Wait!" Says Roxy, "Why is Zara the same?" We look at her before I start to laugh. "She's just so feminine as a guy, we couldn't tell! Plus she's so freakishly flat chested as a girl." She glared at me and I just laughed and began to run around. "Yay! No boobs!" I yell again. We all went upstairs and looked in the mirror. I had surprisingly blond hair, a small nose and hair that looked like on the verge of to long. It was kinda messy. Roxie had hair that was neatly parted and slightly darker than normal, baby cheeks and a small nose. Zara had long hair that was slightly lighter and nicely complemented his dark skin. He was thin and was extremely girly looking. England had really tiny boobs and was really petit. Her hair was the same colour but less messy and she had put it in two long pigtails. America had reeeeeeeeeeeeeally big boobs and was actually quite tall. Her hair was in a curly bob with several stands of hair in her face so I gave her two hair clips to hold it back and she still had her cowlick. We contemplated our appearances before being satisfied. "Well then England, we better get fixed before France gets here...and I'm to late." We heard France's signature laugh. "Oh Angleter! You look so ravishing!" He says. We all run to the basement again and lock the door. "England, fix this!" We yell. "Yeah! I can barely walk!" Says America. I stop to chuckle, before turning to the circle. "Okay England, time to fix this." He nods and starts the chant. With a flash of light we look at each other. We were all the same. "Um, Reyna. Your not entirely back to normal." Zara says. "Hmm?" I reach up to my head and feel cat ears. "Oh god." I say. I look behind me and see a tail. "OH MY GOD I'M A NEKO! SO COOL!" I exclaim.
Hehe. I probably overloaded the magic in this chapter. :P. So anyway, this chapter was super random and I will update soon. Sayonara! ✌️
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FanfictionMy name is Reyna Carter. Random Fact! I'm part Irish. One day I'm just chilling minding my own business, when America steals my ice cream. JK! It's all England and America's fault! I feel like the title explains it all.