Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

86 - Girls 🇺🇸🇷🇺

Russia was just laying in bed, reading and waiting for America, when a cloud of pastel-pink smoke enveloped him. He sat up and coughed, trying to wave away the mist.

Once it cleared, Russia shook his head, trying to clear his sinuses of the smoke. He looked at his hands to see if anything had changed drastically. Weird, his hands were more slim-looking and longer. His arms were thinned as well. Russia looked at his body.

What the fuck? He thought as his eyes landed on his chest. It was bigger. Like a female's. Russia panicked and stood up looking over himself. He was a woman. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? Russia thought with seething anger.

"Кто, черт возьми, это сделал? (Who the fuck did this?)" Russia screamed, his voice higher in pitch. He rushed to the attached bathroom he had and looked at himself in the mirror. His purple, almond-shaped eyes widened.

He now had long, white hair that turned red, then blue at the tips. It was tucked into a fishtail braid, resting on his left shoulder and finishing at the end of his ribcage, held together at the end by a white ribbon. He now wore a white, lacy dress that stuck to his thinned form at the chest and waist, straightening out past his hips. It had no sleeves, but came to a stop at a necklace-like end. He had gold bracelets and rings decorating his red fingers.
Russia blinked a few times, seeing if it was a weird, lucid dream. Nope, that was him now. Or her.

A voice came from outside his bedroom door, "Russia, are you okay?" Russia gulped, sweating. "I heard you scream."

"I'm fine," Russia said, clenching her fists.

"Your voice is different, Russia," Ukraine said, worried. "I'm coming in."

Russia gasped, "No! No need—"

The door knob turned. Ukraine stared. Then she gasped. "OH MY GOD! RUSSIA'S A GIRL!" Ukraine fan-girled. "AND WEARING A DRESS!" She took out her phone, calling someone. "Come over right now, America," she said with an evil smirk.

"NO!" Russia protested. "DON'T COME OVER!" She hugged herself and sat on the toilet. "I don't want him to see me like this."

Ukraine put it on speaker, "Come on, Meri~ Don't you want to see your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend?" America said, confused.  "I only have Rus, hand I'm pretty sure he's a guy."

"Not anymore~" Ukraine teased.

Russia growled lightly, "If I wasn't in a dress then—"

"I'll come over since my phone is almost dead," America said with a sigh.

Russia piancked, "No! No, no, no, fuck!" She jumped up, pushing past Ukraine and to her closet. She rummaged through her clothes and pulled out a big sweater and jeans. Ushering Ukraine out, Russia quickly changed.

She had pulled on her ukesha just as the doorbell rang. Russia sat on her bed, cross-legged and looking at her shaking hands. Her braid fell to the left side of her head so that whoever came in could still see her face.

A knock came from her door, "Rus? It's me, America. Can I come in?" Russia hummed a yes. America opened the door and looked at his lover.

Russia didn't dare look up to meet America's eyes as he said, "Гадкий, правда? (Ugly, right?)"
Silence.

"English-speaker here," America said, closing the door. He sat on the bed opposite Russia. "What happened?"

Russia looked up to America, "I don't know! There was pink smoke then, poof! I'm a girl!"

America nodded, "You look hot, though. Girl or guy."

Russia blushed and swatted at America, "Ты тоже, тупица. (You too, dumbass.)"

"I have a question," America said. "Why is there a dress on your floor?"

Russia blushed and quickly said, "I was 'transformed' into that dress! And I'm not putting it on!"

America whined dramatically, "Why not, Ruski?"

"Because I don't look good in it!" Russia claimed, crossing his arms and straightening his back. America laughed slightly and kissed Russia. Russia kissed back, smiling.

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