Cursed

Chapter 2

Alrighty, so here's chapter 2! So, before we begin, I'm going to answer a question a follower left on this story on FF.net. It was if Alfred would have more estrogen and have periods. To answer that, my answer is no. My personal headcanon is that countries cannot get pregnant, so female nations such as Hungary or Ukraine will not have menstrual cycles. Therefore, Alfred will pretty much be the same. The only thing his new "form" changes is physical appearance, I suppose. Hope that clears things up!

Also, this chapter has a scene that can be read as slight dub-con. It is not intended to be that way, but I'll put the warning just in-case.

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"Why did you give me a pussy!?"

"I did not do anything to you, you little-!" England stopped abruptly as Alfred's words sunk in. Did he just say what he thought he said?

"I- ...wha? What are-?" The Englishman was at a complete loss for words. He stared at Alfred as if the nation had grown a second head.

At the Brit's lack of a coherent response, Alfred rolled his eyes in quite an exaggerated manner and tried to explain his situation again. "Okay. Why did you put a spell on me to have girl parts," he pointed to his crotch for emphasis, "and can you please reverse it?"

England looked back up and him and took a moment to respond. "You're joking, right?" He hoped the lad was, he didn't know how he'd manage if his former colony completely lost what little sanity he had.

Alfred sighed. He guessed there was only one thing left to do if he wanted England to spill. He then proceeded to unzip and pull down his slacks and boxers.

Even though this entire situation was really fucking embarrassing, it was worth it to see England's eyes get as wide as dinner plates. The Brit's face turning as red as one of Romano's tomatoes and quickly turning away which solidified that notion.

"Good lord! Put your trousers back on, please!"

"Are you going to help me?"

"Yes! Just put that away!" England practically shrieked.

Alfred smirked triumphantly and pulled up and zipped his pants back.

"Are you decent yet?" England asked after a long moment, still profusely looking away from the other man.

"I've been so for a full minute now."

The Brit grumbled at Alfred's snide reply, but turned around to face him once again. His face still looked quite flustered and was most likely in shock at what he had just saw. He struggled to find his voice. "Now, I obviously believe you," he tried not to remember what he had just seen a few moments ago, "but I did not do that to you."

"Oh, please. Remember when you tried to get me to sit down in an evil chair?" America shuddered at the memory. Thankfully for him, Russia had decided to use it first... "You totally have it out for me."

"That was different! What the hell would I have to gain by doing something so perverted as that to you!?" England pointed at Alfred's groin with disgust in his voice. "Whoever did that to you is clearly demented. If I had wanted to humiliate you, my way would be much more dignifying and with way more tact."

"Like trying to kill me with evil chairs?"

"Oh, shut up!" The Brit took a short moment to calm himself by taking in and releasing a deep breath. "Now to the pressing matter, I have never seen a spell like this before, nor do I understand why someone would even use such a dreadful thing. However, perhaps I can find some information about it in my spell books. Unfortunately for you, I do not carry them with me. Once I fly back home I shall look through them and I'll update you if I come across anything."