Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Return

"So, let me get this straight," England began slowly, "you all woke up as women?"

The Nordic 5 glared at the Englishman.

"Ah, yes. That's... probably daft of me to ask..."

He was met with more silence. England nervously cleared his throat before continuing.

"Well..." he faltered, knowing what he was about to say next would be controversial at best, "...I'm... not sure I can change you all back."

It felt as if time had creaked to a halt. England could feel sweat forming atop his forehead as he awaited a response from the Nordic nations.

Finally, a small sound escaped Finland's mouth.

"Oh."

England sighed a breath of relief. At least I won't have to worry about her being too upset... I always knew Finland was a level-headed and calm individual, so I can't imagine her reacting any other way-

He immediately regretted his thoughts as his house began to feel as if its foundation was shaking.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAAAAAAAY?!"

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Sealand was awoken from her slumber by a familiar voice. She wasn't sure how she knew it so well, but she knew she needed to find out where it was. And who it was.

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A loud buzz sounded. Two blondes looked up.

"Great! My clothes are done!"

The American hopped off of the dryer she had been sitting atop, wearing little more than the hockey jersey her brother had unceremoniously thrown at her after she had taken off her outfit to wash.

Canada breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he would be able to wear a shirt again.

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Germany had broken out of her stupor. She realised that she needed to find out who exactly had approached her with a kiss. Although she was sure it had been done with only tenderness in mind, it was still not a proper way to behave towards someone.

Why do so many people feel as though they have the right to my body? Her migraine only worsened as she dwelled on these thoughts. Ever since I became a woman, Prussia, Italy, Romano... they've all begun to treat me differently. So, what do I do? Do I just continue to sit and let it happen?

She shook her head fervently. There was only one thing she could do.

Germany changed quickly into her black cami and green camo, slicking her hair back into a sleek ponytail, before slapping a cap atop her head and strapping on her boots.

She was on a mission. And no one would get in her way.

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Author's Note: It has been 5 years since my last update. I have honestly forgotten a lot about this fanfic, and had to go back and reread the whole thing these past two days. I've gotten reviews for a few years now to continue the story. I feel bad about dropping off- at first it was simply due to time management, but as I matured, this story did not age well with me. When I was rereading this, there were a lot of things in here that made me cringe, especially concerning the SeaLat storyline. In addition, as I became more educated on social issues, I began to feel bad for reinforcing negative stereotypes concerning gender roles. I've decided though that it's unfair to simply end the story and pretend I didn't create it. I'm going to continue this story until it's finished, and I'm going to transform it into a piece I can be more proud of- a testament to my growth into adulthood!

I'm excited to continue this story with you all! Thank you for your kind comments, and for your involvement with the story thus far! I cannot promise steady uploads, but I assure you, I am going to start writing the next chapter once I put this online!

Thank you all!