The American Dream: oneshots

Shapeshift

Day 9: Magic

Also to let everyone know, my version of Japan is genderfluid and will be going by they/them pronouns.

Muffled screams could be heard in the estate. Now you may be wondering what is going on. Don't worry. It's not about spooky stuff...yet. It was just Japan suffering through their magic lesson. (Don't worry. This is all non-canon.) And you might be wondering, what lesson is Japan struggling with? Well...

"Watashi no chīsana neko, this is a simple spell. A simple shapeshifting spell. Think about what you want to be and change. You don't have to even say words. I know you can do it." Their father, Hinomaru, said as he held the spellbook. While it was a simple spell, Japan had no idea what to do. Did they have to visualize who or what they wanted to be? Or is it more of a word equals new look kind of thing? Pangea, this was hard!

"Easy for you to say! The lessons are very vague! You didn't explain the whole thinking thing. Am I to visualize or just think of the word?"

"It does depend on each user but I'm sure you can figure out what makes it easy for you."

"Oh! Thanks otōsan! That really helps!" Japan groaned and nearly banged their head on the table. If only his father didn't stop them. Then maybe they could skip this lesson and spend the day resting.

"Would you rather have your okāsan be your teacher?" Japan thought about it for a second. If it was their mother, she would have forced them to do the spell over and over again. And if they had complained one bit, their mother would have forced them to sit on their knees and make them continue with the lesson. No way. Japan shook their head and their father chuckled. "Very well. Now try the spell one time. Try changing into one of your friends."

Japan closed their eyes and decided to picture their best friend America. It shouldn't be hard. She was shorter than them and had longer hair. Her body had curves as her head had a slight sharpness to it. Her skin was blood red with scars and a few white stripes around her body while her eyes...her eyes...what the hell did both of her eyes look like?!

Before Japan could refocus, they could see a purple sparkly mist engulfed them and they could feel their body start to shift. The majority of their skin started to darken and their hair grew rapidly. Their spine shrunk a few inches with their torso and head getting rearranged. Just as fast as it came, it disappeared as quickly. They opened their eyes to see their father still standing at the same spot with a smile on his face.

"Wonderful! You did it! You completed the shapeshifting spell! But..." Their father looked at them for a bit before snorting a bit. What was wrong?! What was so funny?! "You didn't get America's face right. You really need to focus on the face."

"Why?"

"You look like you smack your face on her body." Japan pulled a small mirror compact and looked inside. Their father wasn't wrong. Their eyes and thin lips were the only things that remain of him. "Pretty sure it would be interesting for her in a bedroom setting."

"Otōsan!"

Word Count: 542 words

Hope you enjoyed it!

Rainy