America's a...Chick?

England's PoV:

I never really thought of America as anything more than brother. Even after the Revolution, I always thought of him as my little brother.

That is, until a spell went horribly wrong.

I don't even know exactly what happened. I blacked out, I think. When I woke up, it was time to get ready for a World Meeting. I didn't have time to figure out what happened. I was running late as it was. I told myself I'd figure it out after the meeting.

I was thankfully on time, but America was running late, as usual. After being pestered by that bloody frog for five minutes, he finally shows up.

Or should I say, she finally showed up.

"Sorry I'm late. I woke up this morning as a girl and I really have no idea what happened anditreallyscaresme." She said in a rush. She sounded extremely paniced. I stood up and walked up to him- her.

"Calm down, America! Pull yourself together! We can sort this out later!" I yelled. She started to cry. I instantly felt guilty for yelling at her.

"I'm sorry! I-it's  j-just I-I'm scared and I-I d-don't know what's g-g-going on a-a-a-and-" She sobbed. Awkwardly, I put my arm around her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. That was very rude and insensitive of me." I said, blushing bright red.

"Ohonhonhon, it seems zhat Angleterre is falling for Amerique." An annoying, French accented voice said.

"You bloody git! I was just trying to comfort her!" I yelled, blushing brighter than before.

"Ah, don't try to deny it. Vous etes dans l'amour. Ah, L'amour!" He said. Rose petals started to float behind him, and there were sparkles everywhere. (A/N French sparkle party?) It was kind of creepy.

"Dummkopfs! You can argue about zhis later! For now, it vould probably be best to reschedule zhe meeting until America's situation has been sorted out. Dismissed!" Germany yelled. Still bushing, I turned to America.

"Why don't you come to my house? At least until I can figure out what happened." I asked. She smiled slightly and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thanks, dude!" She said entusiastically. I hugged her back and we went over to my place.

America's PoV:

As we drove over to England's house, I thought about how I could work being a girl to my advantage. I'd had a huge crush on England since he went through that 'punk era' phase. Of course, England never looked twice at me.

I looked at him from the passengers seat. He wasn't very tall or muscular, and his eyebrows were huge, but I thought he looked sexy. His green eyes were focused on the road, but I could tell he was thinking about something. His lips were set into a line.

I yawned. I'd stayed up late last night playing video games with Tony, and turning into a chick didn't help any. When we pulled into England's driveway, he glanced over at me.

"Are you alright? You've been pretty quiet." He asked. His accent was so beautiful!

"I'm fine! I'm just really tired!!!" I said. He nodded, unlocking the door.

"Why don't you go and rest, then? There's a spare bedroom on the second floor, second door on the right." He suggested. I smiled and nodded, heading upstairs.

I looked around the spare bedroom. It was decorated simply, with beige walls, and white sheets. I closed the door and stripped down to my boxers. Hey, just because I was a girl didn't mean I was going to change my lifestyle any!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"America? Can I come in?" Britain called.

"Sure!" I replied without thinking.

"I was just wondering if you were- wha the bloody hell are you wearing?!?!?!" He exclaimed. I looked down at myself and crossed my arms.

"Just because I got turned into a chick doesn't mean I'm gonna change my lifestyle any! And why were you looking, anyway? You like what you see?" I said. He went bright red and looked away.

"Fine. Do what you want, wanker. I just wanted to know if you were hungry." He said, still blushing heavily.

"Not really." Truth is, I was starving. But I'd eaten England's food before. I didn't want to ever eat it again. He nodded and left the room. I yawned hugely and flopped down on the bed. Man, was I tired!

England's PoV:

When I asked if I could come in, I was also asking if she was decent! Stupid American! I was fuming. If you aren't wearing clothes, you shouldn't invite people into your room.

'She did have an amazing body, though. Flat stomach, skinny waist, perfectly rounded hips- What the bloody hell am I thinking?!?!? That's America, for Heaven's sake!' I thought to my self.

I rubbed circles around my temples. Why did this have to happen? I put some water on the stove for tea, and while it was boiling I got out my spellbook. When my tea was ready, I went out to the patio to read. The sooner America was a boy again, the better.

~2 hours later~

I stood up and stretched. Two hours of research and still nothing! I put a bookmark in so I wouldn't loose my place and went back inside. America was just coming down the stairs from her nap.

"Hey, England!" She said cheerfully. She grinned hugely.

"Hello, America. Did you sleep well?" I asked politely.

"Yeah! Hey, do you think I should buy some girls' clothes? 'Cuz mine don't exactly fit right anymore..." She said. She was correct. The clothes she wore hung off her body loosely, in a most unflattering way. The pants she wore were practically falling off!

"I suppose so. For now, though, why don't you wear some of mine? They may fit you better." I said, blushing slightly.

"Thanks, dude! So, after I change, we're going shopping?" She asked.

"If that's what you'd like." Bloody hell, why am I just letting him do what he wants? Why am I even letting him borrow my clothes? What the bloody hell is wrong with me?

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Translations:

Vous etes dans l'amour. Ah, L'amour!- You are in love. Ah, Love!

Me no own Hetalia! You go look elsewhere for owner!

Author's note:

Yup, America's a chick. I don't even know what's going on in my brain right now.  If you can figure out what's going on in my brain, please tell me.

I don't know what exactly is gonna be in this, except for a confused Brit, a lovesick American, and France. You have been warned.

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