enjoy this lovely thing and just realize that I thought this up liek last year and could not get it out of my head.

I have also nicknamed this chapter "those titties might hit ya in da face!" or something like that...

Liechtenstein sat across from England, staring at him pointedly. England glanced up from his paper, noticing the look and continuing to ignore her. He took a sip of his tea and finally acknowledged her presence. "I suppose there is something you want?" He prompted.

"My birthday is tomorrow," Liechtenstein reminded.

"No," England answered before she could ask. "I'm tired of using my magic for birthday presents. There is nothing good that you could want with my magic," England explained.

"It's a simple request, okay?" Liechtenstein retorted, annoyed.

"I'm sure it is. But I already told you no," England smiled pleasantly at the micro nation, sipping his tea again.

"You are such an old man, Arthur!" Liechtenstein complained.

"You look like such a polite child until you want something, don't you?" England huffed.

"Duh. And my brother acts like such a peaceful country until you piss him off. It runs in the family, I suppose," She shrugged.

"What's in it for me?" England inquired. Liechtenstein smirked.

"I wrote a letter to America in your name, telling him all about the juicy details between that drunken night you had with France right after you started dating America. Swissy is outside by your mailbox, about to put it in."

England jumped to his feet and ran to the window. Swissy's tail swished back and forth threateningly. England turned back to the young blonde with a bitter look on his face. "Alright, you little gremlin, what do you want?" He growled. Liechtenstein smiled brightly, handing him the paper. England read it. "Really?"

"Yes sir!" Liechtenstein chirped.

"Um...you should know, I used this on Ukraine and-...well, she didn't want me to fix it, but you know how it-"

"Just do it!" Liechtenstein snapped. England shrugged.

"Well, okay, Love. You'll see the results by tomorrow morning," He sighed.

"Perfect, because tomorrow is my birthday!" She chirped. England shook his head.

"This won't end well..."

Liechtenstein woke up feeling heavier than usual. She sat up in bed and slumped forward, looking down and noticing her particularly large breasts bursting out of her pajama shirt. She got out of bed, checking herself in the mirror.

"Bigger than I wanted..." she sighed. Swissy hissed. "Too big, I know. Do you think he'll notice?"

"Lili, get dressed and come out!" Switzerland called. Liechtenstein ran to her closet, her breasts bouncing. "What's that sound?"

"Nothing!" Liechtenstein called, grabbing the dress she borrowed from Hungary. It usually went down to her feet, but her new breasts took up enough room so the dress went down to her shins.

Liechtenstein opened the door, where Switzerland was waiting for her. "Oh, Lili, good morning. I just-boobs." He stared at said body part.

"Uh, what?" Liechtenstein asked. In her mind, she hoped he wouldn't notice that they were too big.

"Don't tell me you don't see those huge titties you've got, because I do," He replied. She blinked.

"Ah, darn. I hoped you wouldn't notice…" Liechtenstein sighed.

"Not notice those? I'm pretty sure those would capture attention from anyone! Now tell me why those are on you, because I know they weren't there yesterday!" Switzerland replied. She bit her lip.

"Well, for my birthday, I asked England for bigger breasts. He said that they would probably get too big, but I made him cast the spell anyways," She explained.

England poured himself a cup of tea, taking a sip and yawning. "Today is going to be awful," He sighed.

"Chaaaaaaange heeeeeer baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" Cried someone in the distance. England sighed again.

"Well, I didn't expect it to start so soon," he mumbled. He looked out the window and watched Switzerland flail up to the window. "Good morning, Vash," he greeted.

"Its not! My baby sister has tits as big as Ukraine!" He shrieked. England choked on his tea.

"That big?" He asked, clearing his throat. They heard bouncing in the distance. Liechtenstein appeared, running up to the two men. "Bloody hell, Child!"

"Have you ever chased someone with bowling balls strapped to your chest?" She puffed out, rubbing her shoulders. "Poor Ukraine..."

"England, change her back!" Switzerland ordered.

"I want boobs, though! Don't reverse it!" Liechtenstein retorted.

"Reverse it!" He repeated. England raised his hand to cast the spell.

"Don't!"

"Do it!"

"Don't!"

"Do!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"GAAAAAAH!" England screamed, and Liechtenstein's breasts shrunk to a size that was acceptable for her size. She inspected them.

"Sweet! Thanks, Arthur!" She called, running off.

"I wonder where she's going," England wondered. Suddenly, his phone started to go off. He answered it. "Yes, hello? Sealand? Oh, yes, I did...how did you know? Is that where she went? Be safe, goodbye," with that, the Brit hung up.

Switzerland breathed fire. "Oh hell no! Where's my gun?"

When the Swiss had run off, England sighed and sipped his tea, groaning when he realized it was cold. "Oh bloody hell, cold tea? Can this day get any worse?" He grumbled.

"Angleterre~? I can come in, oui?" England's eye twitched.

"Arthur, you had to open your big mouth. You sodding git," He insulted himself.

Sealand was still staring at Liechtenstein's chest. She sighed. "Aren't you going to touch them or something?" She asked. He looked up, startled.

"What? What if they bite me?" He asked, shocked. Liechtenstein smacked a hand to her forehead.

"Do your body parts bite?" She retorted. Sealand thought.

"Well there was that one time..." Liechtenstein's eye twitched.

"No, I don't...I don't even want to ask," She mumbled to herself. "Just try!"

"But I've never touched one before," He whispered. Liechtenstein smiled.

"There's a first for everything." Sealand reached out his hand for her chest. Suddenly, they heard a gunshot. Sealand whipped around to see the bullet hole in the wall centimeters above his head.

Switzerland pointed his gun at Sealand. "This time I won't miss," He glared.

"Big brother!" Liechtenstein squealed.

just imagine Ukraine's tits on lil Liechtenstein's body. that's right, yeah, you flail around your room for hours. ohwaitthatwasmeshuttingupnow

by the way, the person who asks if they can come into England's house is obviously France because, you know, he speaks French.

and by the way, in my story the micronations are young teenagers and since I am a teenager, I know how raging those hormones really are! lmao

also, I can say tits and titties and vulgar words like that because I have them. that's just how it works in my mind. reviews are looooove~!