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Chapter 2

Immediately the bickering halted and two identical pairs of baby blues looked to him. "Iggy!" they cried in unison bounding over to him like frightened puppies.

"Tell this crazy impersonator to get out of here!" Alfred demanded grabbing onto his arm.

"No way! You are the imposter! I don't know how the hell you look exactly like me. YOU get out and let go of Iggy!" the woman screamed back grabbing on the other arm tugging the Englishman closer to her.

"I don't know what you are talking about lady! You look nothing like me!"

"Who are you calling a lady? I'm not a lady!"

"That's not what these say!" America declared boldly grabbing the woman's breasts. She shrieked in surprise, unlatching from England to slap the all powerful nation in the face. The sound echoed and the man immediately released the woman caressing his throbbing cheek, glasses askew and eyes wide. England couldn't stop gawking either, it took a lot to injure America and this woman just hurt THE United States of America with a mere slap. "...Ow" murmured Alfred.

The two silent nations regarded her with silent surprise and wonder as the woman seemed to be dealing with a dilemma of her own. The mystery blonde looked down at her body, an expression of horror reaching every inch of her face as she took in the sight of herself. She also took a gander at her reflection in the stainless steel fridge shocked at what she saw. "You gotta be kidding me" she murmured feeling her breasts as if to check if they were real or not. They probably weren't, the Brit noted she was a bit on the top-heavy side.

"Miss, who are you..?" England questioned a substantial brow rising as he finally interrupted her... moment.

"What kind of question is that? I'm America" she replied.

"No you aren't!" Alfred shouted in protest.

"Yes I am!" she asserted her expression growing fiercer.

"Are no-"

"Would you two please just stop your bloody bickering for one second?" the annoyed Brit snapped effectively silencing them. He rubbed his temples, "look lady, I don't know who you are and how you know about us nations-".

"But I am a nation! I am America," she pressed on face coloring and eyes watering in frustration. "Look Iggy, England, Arthur. I know right now I don't look like myself but it's me. America. You oughta know that best right? You raised me".

She seemed to deflate when Arthur still shot her a disbelieving scowl. "How can I make you believe me when you aren't even listening..?" she questioned in a small voice. Dismayed, the woman cast her eyes downward looking as if she would burst into tears any moment. It reminded him of Alfred, those puppy dog eyes were something the boy used to do when Arthur scolded him as a child. His scowl began to decrease in potency as he stopped to get a good look at the young lady. Actually, a lot about this woman reminded him of Alfred. Her hair for one was the same exact shade though it was short wispy locks curled in a bob at the ends instead of straight, she was even missing obnoxious cowlick of her alleged male counterpart. Her eyes were the same vibrant and captivating azure he had known for years. Besides the obvious differences she was exactly like Alfred. Her posture was slouched, the way she expressed anger, the childishness, the nickname she used to call him- it spoke volumes. This girl was a stunning female replica of the young self-proclaimed hero right down to the finer details of her behaviour. If he had the time to get a lab to run tests he would wouldn't be surprised to find the results came to reflect that their DNA was identical. How could she exactly like America but not?

"How did you get in here?" Alfred asked sick of keeping his mouth shut, he wants answers too. Arthur didn't stop him curious to hear what she would say and hoping it would clear up what was going on here. 'America' kept her eyes downcast still looking depressed as she responded sullenly.

"England's keys, they were in his pocket when I brought him home from the bar. He was so drunk I didn't want him to go home alone. So I stayed over, but I couldn't sleep so made myself some coffee-"

"You went through my cupboards?" England interrupted again his mind whirring as something clicked in his head. She flinched at the unexpected outburst, and then looking guilty she pouted.

"Well you were dead asleep, I couldn't ask you. Besides you make crappy coffee anyways"

He grabbed onto her shoulders and shook her. "America I told you never to go through my cupboards".

She squeaked as she was shook, grabbing onto the man's shoulders to stop him. Once she had understood what was said all sadness washed from her face. "You called me America! You believe me? I knew you would~" she hollered wrapping her thin arms around his neck and bringing him into a tight bone crushing hug. Arthur winced; yes she certainly was America, trademark strength and all.

Alfred stood by watching all this with rising anger. He stomped over, grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt (actually wasn't he wearing that last night..?) prying her away and stepping between the two. "Stop smothering England with your cow tits lady! For the last time, I am the one and only United States of America. Don't confuse Iggy, he's old and nearly senile. How do you know so much about us, are you are Russian spy? "

England sputtered indignantly at the comment as the female America growled cutting him off.

"Don't you compare me to that creepy commie bastard! I'm America!"

"No I am!"

The British nation groaned. 'Not this childish rubbish,' he thought. They weren't starting that argument again, were they?

"I AM"

They were.

"SHUT YOUR BLOODY TRAP YOU ARE BOTH AMERICA," hollered an irritated Arthur. If he didn't put his foot down they would probably go on for hours. Calmly he grabbed both of their arms and dragged them to sit at the dining table, America on one end and 'Ameriko' on the other. Both blonds proceeded to glare at each other from their respective sides making what could only be described as very rude and very American gestures while the English nation was not looking. If England hadn't settled down in a seat between them they would have likely been at each other's throats once more. "Now," Arthur spoke using his no-funny-business tone of voice, "I believe I can explain what caused this little fiasco here".

This got their attention. "Awesome! I'll go kick this crazy skitzo out then," America declared pointedly getting out of his seat.

"Alfred," hissed the green eyed blond in a low deadly voice, "sit down and shut up before I strangle you with your own entrails".

The tall nation gulped and slowly lowered back into his seat as the only female in the room struggled to suppress a snicker. Clearing his throat Arthur began his explanation.

"It seems that you America," he addressed his small audience, "have been magically split into two separate entities. This is probably because you rifled through my cupboards against my wishes". Both Americas muttered something to the effect of being in serious need of coffee being their excuse. "I don't know how you managed to concoct a potion of this magnitude by accident but it has happened. The bad news is there is no reverse spell for something like this, but the good news is the potion will wear off on its own."

The newly split nation of America let out joint sigh of relief.

"So when will I—we get back to normal?" Ameriko asked gesturing vaguely to her recently acquired parts; it took all of Arthur's concentration not to stare mindlessly at them.

Coughing into his fist he looked about the room at the ceiling, the floor, the table, just anywhere that kept him from making eye contact with either Americas. "Well, if you are lucky it could be anywhere between a few hours to a few days. At most it could be a few years".

Jaws dropped, chairs pushed back, fists raining down on the tabletop, curse words raining down, and wild exclamations filled the air once more.

"...NO"

"Shut UP,"

"A few years? I can't be stuck like this for—"

"A FEW YEARS?"

"I have breasts for fucks sake and a v—"

"VIDEOGAME, this is just like one of those fucked up videogames Kiku always lends m—"

"ME! Why ME! I'm too awesome for t—"

"This is not funny anymore! Arthur!"

"ARTHUR"

"This is all your fault" they shouted in unison, the Brit staring at them with hands up in defence.

"You know very well it's not my fault you got into this mess," he said standing up now feeling short just sitting down between the seemingly towering nations now standing at his sides. He wasn't just going to let America put all the blame on him just because he multiplied over night. "It was not I who just had to drink coffee during unholy hours of the night. It was not I who disobeyed instructions set in place for my own good," he insisted, counting his points on his fingers as he spoke. With a world weary sigh the Englishman ran a hand through his choppy blond locks, "look I doubt it will be years but it could take a while so I will help you through this since I indirectly played a hand in this"

An unusual veil of quite set over the group as both Americas seemed to mull over their fate. Thankfully the increasingly uneasy silence was broken by a sharp knock at the door, all eyes turned towards the direction of the sound. "I'll get it," the owner of the house stated, grateful for an excuse to escape. He started to walk out of the room but belatedly added an almost fatherly, "behave". Both Americas threw each other a short look at one another before averting their eyes and folding their arms.

"Fat ass," grumbled Ameriko.

"Cow."

Once at the door Arthur made sure his robe was properly closed before undoing the locks and swinging the door open. In the doorway stood one of his assistants, a young woman with long blonde pigtails and glasses. As usual the girl was dressed professionally, pencil skirt, elegant black work pumps and a crisp white blouse with a black blazer over all pressed to perfection as expected of those who worked for him.

"Oh good morning Alice," he greeted with a business smile despite his very informal attire. He was not expecting her to drop by to give him the day's agenda for another hour or so.

Seeing her nation in inadequate clothes she raised a plucked brow. "Sir, why aren't you dressed yet?" the serious young woman demanded her lips curved in a slight scowl.

Arthur scratched his chin bewildered by her reply, "I have a few more hours, don't I?" .

"Well it's... 7:54 now," his prim assistant replied glancing at her wristwatch.

His green eyes widened, he was dealing with this debacle for longer than he realized. The world meeting was to begin at 9, and there was plenty of traffic on the streets right now there was no way they would make it to the meeting in time. He groaned, he was the host for this meeting, he should have been there early. "Alfred!" he shouted back into the house a blond head peeking out from the kitchen, "get dressed we are going to be late!"

"Roger!" America replied bounding up the staircase. Thankfully Alice did not ask why the current world power was shirtless and gallivanting around his house but she did give Arthur a weird look when a barely dressed woman appeared from the same room as well. Alice had heard her country was a pervert but she never imagined...

"I'll get ready too," Ameriko chimed following her male counterpart up the stairs.

"No! You stay home," he ordered not bothering to explain the situation to his rightly confused assistant.

"But it's my job, I can't just miss it," she insisted.

"What would you even wear?" Arthur challenged.

"I could borrow your suit... Oh," she stopped. She had forgotten she was a woman, it would be really awkward if she showed up at a meeting in menswear.

"Exactly, so stay home," the Englishman commanded.

Ameriko bit her lip searching her brain for something to allow her to attend the meeting. She couldn't just miss the meeting she was half of America, she had to go. Even if she was a woman now it didn't make her any less America than Alfred. When she cast her gaze back to the doorway it hit her. A determined grin stretched her face as she reached over the staircase and pointed a finger at Arthur's assistant, "I'll borrow her clothes."

A perplexed Alice glimpsed between Arthur and the female America, a small "me?" escaping her lips. England groaned looking at the ground. Knowing his ex-colony she would not back down if they set their mind on something. Arthur threw his assistant an apologetic half smile.

"Sorry Alice, I'm going to need those clothes..."

Authors Note: Here you go my lovelies! A longer chapter for you C: Yes, if you didn't already figure it out this is a fic with Fem!America aka Ameriko as a character. I have yet to see anyone write a story where a nation coexists with their female counterpart in the same story so I had to jump at the chance to write this. If you guys didn't notice this chapter also had Fem!England aka Igiko as a minor character. I just felt it would be fair if I included her for a little tid-bit there C: I have to say that thus far I think the female versions of hetalia characters are really... flat in this fandom, in a personality sense. I'll try my best to pump some more life into them as individuals instead of crude near duplicated of their original versions, kay? Kay.

I forgot to explain this in the last chapter. Female America speaks in more northern accents because she represents the northern half of the USA. The original America represents the southern part, hence the southern accents. Also the southern part of the USA includes Florida and Nantucket so it all ties in C:

Here is a list of possible pairings to follow. I have a storyline planned so these are subject to change:
USxUK
Fem!USxUK

Yes, I know. It's a short list XD

With that said I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I enjoyed writing it. Reviews, crits and suggestions are much loved 3