Camping?! Hetalia x Reader

11: They are WHAT?!

Who cares about exam week and sleep when you can update four times in three days?

No one's POV:

You woke up from your deep slumber, as a high-pitched girlish scream was heard. You groaned, turning around, whilst trying to get back to the good dream you had. You smiled as you felt yourself drifting back to the dream world, as suddenly the entrance to the tent was opened, and someone grabbed you by your feet, starting to drag you outside. You furrowed your eyebrows, blinking your eyes rapidly, as your eyes were brought to the light. You could make out a form of woman, dragging you towards the campfire.

"Hungary what the fuck?" You questioned, missing the safety and warmth -it had become warmer on the morning- of the bed. You sighed, getting out of her grasp, standing on your own feet. You wiped off some invisible dust off from your clothes and looked at Hungary from under your eyebrows. Hungary was smiling widely, trying hard not to giggle like a high school girl. You now raised your eyebrows in utter confusion. She seldom smiled like that.

"I thought you would like to see this", She told with a mischievous grin, as she pointed the place where campfire was located at with her index finger. You looked at her questionly, but then moved your gaze over at the campfire. At first, you didn't notice anything unusual, everyone was gathered up there and probably eating breakfast together, but then you took a closer look. No, everything wasn't alright. You noticed England sitting on one of the benches, his forehead resting on his fist, as he looked like he was on the verge of laughing or crying, probably both. Your gaze quickly passed Romano who was blushing furiously and throwing very colorful vocabulary at England. Your stare then moved to look at Germany, who was yelling at England, or as you now noticed, almost everyone was yelling at England or panicking. The countries weren't gathered around campfire. They were gathered around England. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You made a note that BTT was nowhere to be seen.

"What..?" You asked, more to yourself, as you looked at widely smiling Hungary. She had crossed her arms over her chest, as she couldn't keep in her giggles anymore, and she was a giggling mess.

"Spain, Prussia and France are now girls"

"They are WHAT?!"

-Timeskip-

"How long will they be like this?"

"Is there a way to get them back?"

"THESE BOOBS FEEL SO REAL!!"

You were now gathered up around poor England as he was rubbing his temples, trying to think for explanation. When you had arrived at the campfire, you had too, noticed the two beautiful girls standing there, yelling at England. Other one of them had long white hair, and some bangs covering her forehead, with piercing eyes, hues of violet and red. She was talking in a thick German accent, and constantly checking out her own body. You could guess that she was Prussia.

The one next to her was a lot more calmer, with tan skin, and brown hair tied up in a ponytail. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, and they reflected the sunshine, making her look like a goddess. That was probably Spain. Damn, even as girls they were hot as fuck. You could only guess how many boys would have a crush on them after this mess.

"England, we know that you got something to do with this. Just confess", Germany stated, and the other countries nodded in agreement.

"Okay, i may or not may have cursed them under my breath last evening, as they stole my tea and threw some of it in the stream", England confessed. You looked over at others, to find their reactions, but by now everyone seemed to be amused of this, expect Spain, Prussia and Romano. Romano was a blushing mess and sitting silently on one of the benches. You had heard from Hungary, that he had tried to flirt with Spain, before he knew it was him. You chuckled at the thought.