Something in the Water

It was early in the morning in England, and most of the people living on this island were asleep, except for a fellow named Arthur Kirkland. He, like every other day, was working hard on this fine morning, on improving his magic. He worked long and hard writing out spells and cast odd circles around the room. He thought he was true master of magic, until a spell he made himself seemed to explode right there in his face. The explosion was huge and seemed to echo of from the small little house England owned on his island, and it was followed by an odd wave of air that seemed to radiate from the island causing large waves which slammed across the other bordering countries shore.

"Oh no, what have I done!" an unfamiliar voice shouted in England's house. England ran to the mirror, hoping wishing, that he had made a mistake, that he had succeeded in doing his spell rather the failing, he didn't think the world would ever for give him if he failed. He ran as fast as he could up the stairs from his basement to his bathroom. "No, no, no, this can't be happening, it is a trick!" he shouted coming closer to the mirror, he reluctantly made it to the mirror, and he gripped his bathroom sink to keep him from falling, he was out of breath, and his legs felt wobbly. He already knew the truth, he heard it in his the change of his voice, saw it as his long hair got in his face as he ran. He didn't want it to be true, but he knew it was. He slowly looked up in to the mirror and his worst fears were confirmed, he had successfully changed himself into a woman. "Bloody fucking hell, dirty fucking fuck," she said as she fell to the ground, she was too frustrated to even curse. "Bloody fucking magic!" she shouted. She groaned as she used the sink to pull herself up. How the hell was she going to fix this, it had taken her years to write a spell that could actually work in changing something, and now she saw just how well that had worked. This isn't what she wanted to do! She wanted to do a simple change, something easy for her first time writing a spell, but obviously that had not worked. Instead of simply turning a glass of water into wine, or any other sort of liquid for that matter, she had turned herself from a man to a lady. "Alright," she said struggling to get herself up. "I didn't use that big of a circle, so I'm pretty sure I am the only one affected, but I should go check on everyone else just in case, and she knew just who to check on first, she knew he may have not been the closest one to her, both physically and emotionally, but she knew that if she explained to him what happened, he may understand, even if he laughs at her at first, really it could go either way.

England sighed as she got to her closet, she had no girl clothes what so ever, after all she used to be a gentleman, and it would be quite odd for a single gentleman to have any lady clothes in his closet, and it is not like she had raised an girls either, she had only raised a big group of noisy, wild boys, …and Matthew, and none of them would ever need female clothing. I decided to work with the closest thing I had. Awhile ago, when Alfred was a child, he had tried to surprise me on Father's day by cleaning the entire house, with a little help from Hong Kong, and Canada. He did the dishes, (while breaking three at the same time,) swept my study, (while hiding all the dirt and dusk underneath my futon,) and did the laundry, while doing so he also turned one of my work shirts pink, and shrunk it down a good size and a half. I found it quickly in my closet; I remember seeing it almost every day, wondering why I never have gotten rid of it. It seemed to really come in handy today, the only problem was, all my pants did not fit me at, I put on a belt, and tightened it until my pants fit well, but then it just looked ridiculous. I sighed, this was really the best I could do at the minute, I threw a sweater vest over it, glad to see that it sort of cover the ridiculousness of my outfit and made me look a bit more sophisticated. I was about to rush out of the house, still wearing my slippers, because I didn't even want to think my whole shoe situation, when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a mess. It was really long, and seemed to just hang around me in a disarray of knots and tangles. I sighed as I took a brush from my bathroom, this was actually France's brush, but I tried to push that thought away and was thankful that I had one. I quickly brushed my hair, and to keep it from just hanging there I quickly took some hair ties (again, France's) and put my hair in pigtails, girls still wore their hair like this right? Without a second thought I ran straight to my car, and quickly made my way to America.

I was happy to see that because of the times zones in North America, Alfred was still asleep. I quickly rang the door bell once, but then pressed it a few more time repeatedly, when I got impatient that he didn't answer.

When he finally opened the door I was ready to curse him out for making me wait out here in the cold, when I noticed that Alfred was no longer Alfred. He was a she.

"My god," I gasped under my breath. The circle wasn't that big? How could this have happened? If Alfred was a girl too, then did that means the rest of the countries were as well?"

"What do you…," Alfred began to say before finally opening her eyes and looking at me. "Hey, I expected to see England or something, I never expected that a hot girl would be waiting here for me! So what can I get you?" she said giving me a suggestive look. I smacked her.

"It's me you idiot!" I shouted.

She looked at me confused, she even tilted her head.

"England?" she asked totally puzzled.

"Yes it's me," I sighed embarrassed.

"B-but you are a chic," she said still puzzled, I was surprised to see that she hadn't noticed that she was as well.

"Yes I am quite aware of that," I said playing with one of my pigtails. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed that you are as well." I said echoing my thoughts.

"Huh," she said looking down and touching her boobs. "OMG I have boobies!" she shouted.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, completely ashamed, nice to see that she was taking this so seriously.

"How did we get like this?" America asked amazed.

"Well…uh," I said once again playing with my hair, embarrassed. "This morning I was working on a spell that I have be constructing for quite some time now, I thought I had everything planned out and perfect but, I accidently read the wrong words on my spell sheet and that means the entire circle was casted wrongly, so instead of doing what I wanted it to, the spell circle changed us all in to girls, or at least that is what I told the circle to do, when I finally went over what I said," I told her, I knew she would call me a moron, only an idiot would make a mistake like this. You'd think after years of using magic, I would learn the importance of concentration.

"This is so cool," Alfred shouted to my surprised. She looked completely excited. I tried to not let this bother me.

"You…like being a girl?" I asked completely blown away.

"Well, I definitely want to go back to my old guy self, but being a chic definitely has its perks." She started playing with her boobs again. I smacked her again, this time knocking off her glasses. Rather than saying anything back a smile seemed to spread across her face. "Hey, I don't need my glasses anymore!" I rolled my eyes and bent down to pick up the glasses, when I saw a business card on the ground, I let my eyes rest on it only to notice how blurry the words got. I put Alfred's glasses on and then saw the words with perfect clearness.

"Huh," I said. "I guess I do need glasses." I picked up the business card.

Come to Café España, it read. Meh, nothing important, I thought as I tucked it in my pocket.

"I need to warn this other," I said, Spain coming to mind. "Some of them are probably up already, and they are going to be really confused when they find out they are missing a certain part of the body, they had when they went to bed."

"I'll help you," Al said. "If we split up and go to everyone's house separately and explain what happened, then we will cover more ground a lot faster."

I smiled. "Thanks, we have better get started." I pulled her out of her house, only pausing to let her lock her door. "Alright, I will go down and tell Cuba, why don't you go up and warn Canada and then both of you can help me finish the South American countries, then we can move on to Europe.

"It's a plan!" she with her heroic smile. Her gender may have changed, but she still was the same old America. I groaned as I thought of the pain and humiliation that was ahead of me, but I was glad to have America by my side.

I'm not even sure what to say about this story other than, it is completely crack. It's just an idea that seemed to pop in my head and tug at my brain, I only really ended up writing it because I woke up really early on Christmas morning (too early to wake up my family), and really had nothing to do, so I suppose I will continue this…that is if anyone reads, I don't really have a strong plot in mind, but definitely have some scenes that have already played out in my head, who knows I might just make this a series of one shot chapters showing how the nations are dealing with the change and then go back to England and have her/ him fix it. I don't know, I am welcome to any suggestions if you have an idea. So leave a review!