Hi ya'll! This story is... completely random and might only be this one chapter and it is completely pointless but hopefully you will find it funny in the least so if you like it please review and let me knkw if you want more! Adios!

England was worried. Very worried indeed. Currently he was in the monthly world meeting where literally all the nations were gathered and as usual, fighting amongst themselves over nothing. Now this situation was annoying. Very much so and always will be. However it was not the source of his worry. Nowhere near. He glanced down to his lap where his spell casting stick (It's not a magic wand... its just not) lay in his sweaty palm.

For some odd reason it was pulsing restlessly in his grasp with excess magical power and England had no idea why! Usually his wand (stick) did not behave in this way unless he was casting a spell which he was positive he was not doing. He bit his lip harshly, furrowing his large eyebrows in concentration in an attempt to stop the magic and return it to himself but nothing was working. If this spell somehow was being cast then he had no idea what would happen to anyone close to its blast range.

Hopefully it would be a good spell like... making people finally admit his cooking was delicious... though something told him that was very unlikely even if it would be bloody marvellous. He gasped in shock as he realised the wand was pulsing faster, it was definitely casting a spell by itself. He jumped to his feet in panic as he felt the magic spike very suddenly, this was very weird spell casting behaviour!

His action drew everyone's attention as they stopped their fighting to stare at the usually grumpy brit as he flitted around in panic, holding a... magic wand? Was that a magic wand? At least to the other nations, the brown stick with a golden star atop it, definitely looked like a cheap magic wand from the local supermarket. "Yo England! Why do you look so weird! Calm down and tell the hero what's the matter!" America hopped up from his own chair with a grin on his face.

He was dying to laugh at his former caregiver but felt now was not the time. Yes he could read the atmosphere, the brit looked very frightened and panicked and being the hero he was, he tried to calm the other down. "Ohonhonhon~ you finally cracked angleterre?" France mocked, moving beside the brit who was ignoring the chatter around him in favour of clutching his wand to his chest and tried to stop the spell.

France frowned at being ignored and moved to grab the brits shoulder when suddenly a bright light erupted from the 'cheap' wand to encircle all the nations in the room. It was silent for a second from shock before nations began screaming and tried running from the light that only wrapped around them and began seeping into their skin.

England watched in horror, watching as the unknown spell was cast against his wishes and seemed to target everyone within the room. Well crap. At least he tried to stop the spell. He would just have to see what it was and then fix it, easy enough. Or so he thought until he saw just what the spell was and had to hold his breath to stop from dying of laughter.

The unknown spell turned out to be the 'Danza' spell or in English the 'dance' spell (not very a imaginative name but whatever). A family favourite of the Kirkland's since it not only forced a person to dance for as long as the spell is in effect but it also forced that person to dance in the style they secretly loved whether they could dance well or not. England had been at the end of this spell (or curse, depends on your opinion) by his brothers and knew of its horrors but he also got to see his brothers at the end of it and simply put.. he still laughed about it to this day. Also what he found out was the dances weren't influenced by the nation's people but rather the dances they personally tried and enjoyed.

England couldn't help but laugh so hard tears ran down his face. This was ten times better than with his brothers! He could at least imagine his usually idiotic and lively brothes doing the dance they had but seeing the other nations? Too funny! The one that killed him was see Germany hip thrusting the air with his arms linked behind his head (really getting stuck in *wink*) and an absolutely appalled face.

"MEIN GOTT! WHAT IS GOING ON!" Germany screamed in complete horror but was ignored by the other nations who were stuck dancing in incredibly funny ways. England clutched his stomach as it began hurting from the force of his laughter as he noticed the Italian brothers... giving the table a lap dance, making German and Spain blush heavily.

England glanced around and noticed the other moves ranged from actually being very impressive with Greece breakdancing very successfully but it also went to Russia who was giggling childishly as he did... the can-can? Why the can-can?! Apparently Russia enjoyed it as he twirled his scarf in time with his moves and laughed happily, Estonia beside him doing a very good robot dance. Lithuania was with Poland, their hands linked at arms length as they skipped in circles and Latvia was off the the side blushing as he did an adorable little dance England couldn't even describe.

"Angleterre! This is your fault isn't it?!" France accused, catching the other nations attention as they stared at the still laughing brit as angry expressions were on their faces but the dance moves... it really didn't help the brit. He looked at France, trying to not laugh, and couldn't help but snort when he noticed his frienemy twirling in a circle. It was exactly what the frog had done many many years ago when he showed off his tunic to the much younger brit.

"Hahaha! Stupid frog! You call that a dance?!" England laughed mockingly, pointing at the other which caused France to blush and try to move to hit the brit but was easily evaded. "What are you trying to do? Hit me? Careful you might break a nail, love!" England mocked, using the endearment as an insult.

"Shut up you stupid England! This really was the work of your weird wand magic was it not?!" France shouted, trying not to laugh when he spotted the Asian countries all dancing in time with K-pop style dancing. They were surprisingly all doing the same moves... had they practiced?

England jumped and blushed angrily as he clutched his 'stick' to his chest "Shows what you know, frog! This is a spell casting stick, not a wand! And It's not like I can't fix it!" He snapped, earning glares from the majority of the naions. "Just give me a moment to cast the spell to fix it" England sighed but a smirk remained on his lips as he began chanting what he was sure was the correct spell.

"Hahahaha dudes! Canada is killing it over here!" America laughed loudly, making the other nations look over and stare at what they saw. America was very happily doing... the chicken dance and good god was it bad but what surprised them was seeing that Canada was doing some very impressive body popping. It was actually on par with Greece's breakdancing (Turkey was unsurprisingly doing breakdancing as well only much less impressive).

Canada had a large blush on his face as other dancing figures stared at him in wonder then he felt proud of his dancing skills, he'd practised hard to do this. Australia was cheering on both America and Canada as he did a dance usually referred to as the 'embarrassing father at a party' dance but seemed oblivious to it, New Zealand was very similar except he pulled it off a bit better.

India did the sterotypical 'Indian' dance, not looking embarrassed inthe least. Denmark was bouncing around a very annoyed Norway with absolutely no rhythm as both Norway and Finland danced rather nicely and peacefully. Iceland was surprisingly 'rocking' out and Sweden was heavily blushing as he danced rather erotically in front of the other nordics, making them blush as well... even Norway. Sweden actually looked very attractive.

Prussia had decided to come to this meeting and was currently playing air guitar (with Spain playing air drums and jamming his feet) behind Austria who was slow dancing with Hungary, both blushing and looking awkwardly away from each other.

England muttered the last of the spell, feeling his 'wand' repeat earliers actions and a similar light burst once more from him, enveloping the nations who all looked relieved and fearful to see the light once more. England sighed, rubbing his face... that should fix things. He opened his eyes and froze in shock. It hadn't worked. He was sure that was the correct spell! He glared at his apparently broken spell caster. He quickly brought out his phone and dialed Scotland's number, ignoring the mayhem that erupted around him.

"Dudes?! What happened?!" America screamed but his voice was considerably higher... probably had something to do with the fact he had turned into a girl. A female version of himself actually. He... she stared down at her new boobs and grabbed them with force, wincing at the sensitivity... no wonder girls didn't like it when she did that. She held his breasts gently this time and whirled around to her brother and opened her mouth to scream at him.

She froze however when she saw her brother turned sister staring back at her. America blushed heavily at how adorable Canada looked but kept that thought to herself. "Dude, Canada! Your a chick too! What's happening?! I have boobs!" She cried before freezing... if she had boobs then her 'thing' should be... she screamed, making Canada clap her hands over her eyes when America grabbed herself. "It's gone" America looked horrified.

Canada blushed heavily and looked away from the American who was now on the floor feeling her new female body rather inappropriately. He looked around and noticed that every male nation had become female and every female was now male. She noticed that Hungary looked shocked before a smirk came over those now handsome features as he grabbed the gorgeous Prussia and pinned her down.

"Ack! Hungary what are you doing?" Prusdia snapped, a blush on her face before she looked horrified and tried to move away as Hungary tilted his head and smirked evilly.

"What am I doing? I'm checking out my boyfriend turned girlfriend. I'm wearing the pants in this relationship now!" He cackled evilly, getting back at Prussia for all the man had teased him with when he was normal. Prussia cried out in embarrasment while Austria smirked as she watched her two friends before turning face to face with a female Switzerland. Awkward.

Germany and Spain were both currently trying to pull Italy and Romano from the table where they were crying in embarrasment... Romano took the opportunity to kick Spain in the face 'accidentally'. "O-Ow...R-Roma that hurts!" Spain complained as she pouted at the adorable Romano who looked even more adorable as a female.

"Okay...everybody!" England called, gathering the rooms attention, unknowingly saving China, America and the baltics who were being dragged by a very lusty looking female Russia from the room. "My brother and I can fix this situation... However we have to wait for him since my spell castor is broken" England explained, receiving blank stares from the rooms occupants who looked on expectantly.

"Basically, you will be like that until my brother from Scotland can fly over here... to Japan" he trailed off, quickly blocking his ears before the onslaught of indignant screams sounded around the room. Yes, England was very worried. From the look he was recieving from the room of angry nations was definitely a danger to his health.

Ah well... Scotland would only be an incrediblely long time. Hopefully they wouldn't bleed him dry by then.

Thanks for reading! I might continue this or I may not, let me know if you'll be bothered if I do :) hope you enjoyed it!