Cursed

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, nor its characters.

Description: Pretty much what the title says. America wakes up to find out that his dick has magically transformed into a vagina. However, before reading, please take note that this does not feature Nyo!America or Trans!America. Technically, he's a "cuntboy." I know that word has been controversial as of late, but that is the name of the fetish. This is similar to the use of "dickgirl." Basically, a "cis"-dude with a vagina. I just thought this needed to be said so readers know what's exactly going on here. Also, both human and country names are used.

Anyway, this is my first fic and there's still more chapters to come, and it will get sexually graphic after this one. So, on with the show!

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It all started on the day of the world meeting. Alfred had groggily gotten out of his hotel bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom to release the pressure in his full bladder. When he reached to pull his dick out from his pajama pants and found that it wasn't there was when he freaked the fuck out.

After screaming and almost falling completely backwards if he didn't manage to catch the sink in time, Alfred gave himself a moment to assess his situation.

Hesitatingly, he once again reached down to his crotch with a shaky hand and felt around the area. Not only was his dick missing, but so were his balls. In their place were moist folds in which Alfred concluded that he must now have a cunt.

"So, I'm a chick now?" Alfred thought, trying not to panic. To test his theory, he turned to the mirror and lifted his t-shirt up. He let out a long-held breath after seeing that he did not have a pair of tits. In fact, his body was almost exactly the same. Alfred still had his pecs and his nicely sculpted abs. He also had his athletic build, broad shoulders, and masculine jawline. It was only logical to assume that he was still very much a man, ...but now with a vagina.

"Great," Alfred bemoaned, "What the fuck do I do now?"

Still feeling the need to piss, Alfred eyed the toilet. Now he would need to sit down at all times to use the restroom. Alfred felt his cheeks heat up. Guys don't sit down to piss! This was quite an embarrassing situation for him to be in. However, the urge to go overruled his humiliation and Alfred soon found himself reluctantly parked on the toilet seat.

"This sucks."

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After Alfred's pity party in the bathroom, he sat down on his hotel bed and tried to figure out just how the fuck this happened to him. Had some evil scientist kidnapped him while he was asleep and surgically disfigured him? Alfred changed his position on the bed so he could get a better look at himself.

Well, he didn't have and stitches, wounds, or blood. Everything was perfectly intact. So, surgery had to be ruled out.

So, what else could it have been if it wasn't a physical force?

Alfred contemplated what other possibilities there could have been. "What if?" Alfred began in his head, but cut himself short. "No way! That's impossible!" He refused to believe it, but what else could it be?

"I've been cursed!"

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Alfred had finally managed to dress himself and head over to the world conference building as his newfound fury ended his bout of procrastination. He barged through the doors in a fashion not very unlike him. Alfred kept scanning his eyes around the room as the various nations of the world started to gather around and get ready for the meeting. He kept note of anything suspicious or out of the ordinary. He was going to get to the bottom of this and find the one who did this to him!