Italy awoke slowly, blinking repeatedly. Upon lifting his head, he found Britain staring back at him, his mouth slightly open, his face pale.
"B-Britain, are you alri-" the boy suddenly choked on his own words. His voice...it was different-higher and sweeter than usual. He grasped two hands to his throat, only to find his neck was thinner and more curvaceous. He sat up and curiously dabbed his fingers down his face. The contours of his cheeks were different too. They smoothed in and out-unlike the fairly square jaw line he had before. His lips felt fuller, his eye lashes longer. Italy shook his head and stumbled to his feet, long auburn locks falling over his shoulder. Somewhat shocked, the boy lifted a piece of hair and stared at it in amazement. "I-It really worked?!" he whipped his head round to Britain, a broad smile playing on his, or rather, her face. Britain blinked, dumbfounded. He took a tentative step towards the girl, glancing her up and down. He really was a girl! The boy's clothes hung loose on her new, curvaceous frame.
"Italy...how do you feel?" he asked, a hint of hesitation in his voice. The girl bounded over and wrapped herself tightly around the man.
"Amazing! Thank you Britain! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"Don't thank me yet." he said, writhing out of the other's embrace. "We still don't know how Germany's going to...take in all of this. And besides, I can't change you back now. You're stuck like this forever." The girl blinked.
"Germany! Of course! I have to go to him right away!" She turned away, making towards the door.
"B-but its the middle of the night, Italy!" The girl stopped and turned back, pecking Britain on the cheek and winking before sprinting back towards the door.
"I know!" she cried, bounding up the basement stairs. "Thank you for all you've done!" she waved, and disappeared out of the door.

Germany groaned and rolled over in bed at the sound of distant knocking. After a few moments of dismissing the noise, he slowly came to his senses and realised there was someone at the door. He flung away the bed covers, snatching a glance at the clock on his bedside cabinet. He crept tentatively to the window and found himself rubbing his eyes in disbelief. A girl? Yes! A young woman, waiting somewhat eagerly outside the door.
"The hell..." the man muttered under his breath.
Upon opening the door with an air of caution, the man decided to speak up, eyeing the girl up and down. "C-can I help you?" The girl's face broke into a smile and she took a small step forward. Germany backed away a step.
"Germany, its me, Italy!" The man blinked, frozen.
"No...It can't be..." the girl nodded, auburn locks bouncing on her shoulders. Germany took a tentative step forward, smoothing a hand to her cheek. "H-how did you...Why did you...why did you do this?" he said, his voice barely audible, a falter in every word.
"I wanted to make you happy, Germany." she smiled. The man's face sunk, his eyes glistening.
"Oh, Italy..." he wrapped himself tightly around the girl. Italy froze, unable to move under the man's grip. "I liked you the way you were. I didn't want this! I liked the real you! I want the old you back!"
"Y-you mean, you're not happy?" the girl questioned in disbelief.
"No! I'm not happy! How could I possibly be happy about this?!"
"B-but I did it for you!"
"That's why I can't be happy about it! You...changed yourself to appease me. And...I just want you to be the you I've always known. I want you to be the person I fell in love with all those years ago, Italy." The girl's eyes widened, tears squashing up in her throat.
"Y-you really feel that way?" The man drew himself away and nodded. Italy let out a sob and dropped to the floor. "But I don't know how to turn back! Britain was the one who helped me change! He used his magic and he said he can't change me back!" Germany watched the girl for a moment before kneeling down beside her. He brushed aside the auburn bangs shading her face, revealing a pair of bright, amber eyes, reddened from crying.
"No matter who you are, Italy, I will always love you. Remember that." The girl's eyelashes fluttered, tears clinging to them.
"Really?"
"Yes." The girl's face crumpled, a smile lining her broken face. She hugged Germany back and rested her head on her shoulder. The man wrapped an arm around the girl's back and kissed her forehead softly. A purple mist began shroud the floor around the girl, coiling itself around her body. Both Italy and Germany continued, unaware. Germany's head was hung, his eyes closed, and Italy's head was buried in the other clothes. A slight twitching of his eyelids and Germany opened his eyes. He looked down to find Italy's body surrounded by sparkling flashes and purple smoke. He moved away at once, gasping sharply. The other flopped head first to the floor, hitting the wooden floor with a small smack, still shrouded by purple smoke.

Italy awoke to the sound of Germany's voice. "Italy! Italy! Wake up!" he cried. The girl lifted her head and sat up experimentally. She combed a hand through her hair to suddenly find her hair much shorter. Dabbing a hand down her cheeks, she found the contours back the way they were.
"G-Germany?" she said. Her voice...it was back! He was back! "Germany, you did it!" He flung himself around the man, sending Germany falling backwards to the floor. The two laughed for a minute, Italy sprawled over Germany's body, rising and falling with the man's chest. The boy smiled and rested his head on the man.
"How did I even do that?" Germany spoke up. Italy shook his head, locking the man's gaze with shining amber eyes.
"You know what they say, Germany, love works in mysterious ways."
"But that doesn't explai-"
"Just go with it." the boy beamed, leaning forward and kissing the man.

The end

A/N: Sorry for the terrible ending! I honestly had no idea how to resolve it~so have some poorly written Gerita instead ;3
Any feedback is much appreciated, too!