The Adventures of an English Gentleman

Into the world of Nyotalia - Part 1

The first universe, was one where everyone was the opposite gender. And due to rather scaring and horrific incidents, I made this version is a bit more censored for your personal protection.

I had decided to search up this gender-bent universe on the internet, and came up with the name 'Nyotalia'. Apparently a lot of people think I'd make a great girl...To those of you out there, I would certainly not! And while I'm at it, I do not act like a 'tsundre uke' whatever that is!

Into the world of Nyotalia - Part 1

It had been a regular world meeting when it first happened. That meant everything was complete and utter chaos.

This one was hosted in Dublin, so Ireland was hosting it. And he had the nerve to arrive thirty minutes late, dead drunk.

Naturally, things were chaotic. I'll spare you the details, as several rather....uncouth things took place, involving Japanese cosplay, heroics, the bloody frog, and German beer. Needless to say, I'm grateful our bosses don't know of these meetings.

So of course, when Germany finally cracked, we got a full, alcoholic free, forty minute break.

Along with the other nations, I got up, heading for the lounge. I wanted to get a good cup of tea while I could, a good earl grey perhaps. It would help calm some nerves, after yet another stressful meeting. This time the meeting was in a rather nice hotel, and I noted several people turned into the bar area. Well, that was to be expected. Assuming there would be a cafe nearby the bar, I followed after them.

And that's when it happened.

I felt a burning from my right pocket, a searing, but surprisingly painless feel spread. I immediately stopped. That was where I had placed the Celtic cross pendant that some strange person had given to me, perhaps a few days earlier. Was it a cursed item...? Better examine it.

Looking around hastily for a second, I ducked into a nearby bathroom, locking myself in a stall. Reaching into my pocket, my index finger brushed against the cross, before recoiling. The pendant was burning up! With a more cautious hand, I reached into my pocket a second time, before hooking the cord it was strung on, pulling it out and up.

Gingerly examining it, I narrowed my eyes. It was glowing! But...It didn't feel relatively ominous. The magic gave off a strange feeling, not overwhelming evil, and not necessarily bad. Bringing it closer, I reached out with my free hand to it.

And then the world turned a brilliant white.

 Blinking, as white spots danced around my vision, I realized nothing seemed to be different. I was still in the stall. So what was with the blinding flash?

Shaking my head, I exited the stall. It was probably just some fariy's idea of a prank. Even if I couldn't shake off the feeling something was different, nothing probably was nothing. Walking out of the bathroom, I shoved the cross in a pocket. I still wanted my tea...I could always ask the Flying Mint Bunny about the cross later. 

I starred on my way to the bar, mind wandering off. If the hotel had a bar, there had to be a cafe nearby. Ireland had to have some sense after all..

Preoccupied, I didn't notice the girl running in my direction. And I certainly didn't realize she was going to run into me, until she actually did.

"Agh!" I cried, stumbling back, as the girl recoiled, stumbling back too.

"O-Oh!" The girl cried, looking up at me. "I-I'm so sorry!"

As I studied her face, I couldn't help think she looked familiar. Blonde hair, with a strand that seemed to stick from the rest, and downcast violet eyes hidden by thick glasses, on a rounder face...

"Canada?"