Chapter 1 - Brüste

"And you remember when England swallowed up that gallon of dirt? That was the best part! And wait wait wait…!"

Italy had been reviewing their—or more like Germany's—recent triumph over the once mighty British Empire. Although he had long realized that he was never usually much help in these battles, it always made Italy happy to know that England or anyone else is unable to do him harm as long as he had Germany as his ally. On the other hand, Germany goes through at least five migraines every day from worrying about his clumsier-than-most-others ally. Winning battles was never a big deal for him, but it was always a pain to simply keep Italy from getting captured, tripping on mines, getting shot, etc. Although he could be an annoying and useless little Italian boy, Germany had to admit that it was nice to have a ball of sunshine around; despite all the troubles he had put him through, he admits that Italy is the main reason for any positive outlook he has on life. He might as well be the ultimate source of any happiness he could find in his being. But as of now, the only thing he needed while writing up his latest mission report was peace and quiet.

"Italy, I remember everything that happened. It was just a couple of hours ago." Germany rubbed his temples in efforts to soothe away the rapidly spreading migraine.

"Now just let me write up this report and spare myself from another lullaby session with my brother. With all the mistakes you've made today, that's the least you could do for me right now."

"Hmmm…alright…" With a cute little pout, Italy was on his way out of Germany's office.

"Call me when you're all finished, and we'll go out for some gelato! Gelato~!" Italy pranced around happily at the thought of the sickly sweet and creamy delicacy melting in his mouth.

Germany gave off an exasperated sigh before replying, "Yeah, yeah, I'll give you a call, but I might be done pretty—"

"Okay~!" Italy interrupted as he slammed the door on his way out. Germany's palm met his face for a quick moment.

"Ugh…Time to get this finished…" And so his writing continued…

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Italy walked through cobblestone courtyards and alleys trying to find something to do or someone to play with. Japan was busy making dinner for his boss, so that left him wandering his own streets out of boredom.

"Hmm…Germany's always so busy…I wish he had more time to hang out with me."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he passed by the florist's shop, sniffing the sweet-smelling roses as he walked by. It was then when he heard the beautiful sound of giggling girls behind him. He spun on his heel quickly, like a dog on full alert, as he followed the chime with his ears. He spotted the group of girls heading to the café across the street and nearly leapt with joy.

"Yahoo~! Something to do for the next few hours!" Italy sprinted towards the café, ready to sweep some girls off their feet.

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'How long has it been since I've started this report?' Germany thought to himself as he rubbed the fatigue out of his eyes. He took a quick glance at the clock. It read 11:18pm. He sighed. Unfortunately for his ally, he won't have time for any gelato. Hopefully Italy won't come home depressed again without his gelato fill for the day. He gave off another tired sigh and brought his pen back down in contact with paper. As he continued writing statement after statement, he began feeling a throbbing pain in his chest.

"Agh…what is this…?"

He paused for a moment to rub away the pain somehow. It washed over him, one throbbing wave after another spreading across his muscular chest. 'Maybe it's just heartburn…' he thought.

"I should've known better than to eat more than three baked potatoes in a single hour..." And so the scribbling continued, as well as the throbbing…

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"Aww! But do you really have to leave now?"

"Yeah, it's not that late!"

Italy had each of those girls in the palm of his hand by the end of the day. If there was anything he had any confidence in, it was making a girl happy. "Sorry, ladies, but it's getting pretty late. I always need a good night's sleep; otherwise I'd get a scolding first thing in the morning, hehe…"

"Oh, you're just too cute~" said another.

They had all finished their coffee and tiramisu by then and decided that 11pm is late enough to head on home. The girls each had their own worrying parent, while Italy had an ever-worrying ally. With that, they shared phone numbers and parted ways as the peppy young Latin boy sang out "Ciao belle~!" at the top of his lungs.

Although he was lucky enough to find three or four girls to spend an entire evening with, Italy still went home disappointed. Germany was just too busy to spend some quality time with him, after all. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but he had always wished that Germany had more time to spend with him. Even though he had Japan from time to time, they went through too much culture shock from simply being together.

With so very little Germany and much less Japan in his life lately, Italy had been wishing more often for at least one single lady with whom he could feel connected to. Each day he would encounter throngs of cute girls, each of whom is easily captured by his kindness and charm, but none of them really made him feel…whole. Those girls were simply there just for the sake of flirtatious pastime, in Italy's view; he never really saw any of them even as a friend in the very least. All in all, he's been feeling quite lonely lately. But when it came to putting up with lonely nights like these, Italy knew quite the remedy. With a giggle and a "Ve~" he made a quick detour…

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"Weeeeeest~! Where are my scuba flippers?" Prussia yelled from the other side of the house. Germany had just gotten out of the shower and was in the process of drying his hair.

"Ugh…I don't know where they are! With the kind of state your room is in right now, you might as well post an amber alert on each of your belongings!"

"What did you say? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he yelled back louder than ever.

'That guy…I wish he'd stop bringing so many weird things home every day…' he thought hopelessly as he wiped off the steam in the mirror to take a quick look at himself. Ever since he came home earlier that day, along with those persisting chest pains, he hadn't been feeling very well at all. During his shower session—as embarrassing as it was to even think about—he had noticed his vital regions have been acting quite…weird. It was an interesting and inexplicable sensation that was neither painful nor pleasurable. Whatever explanation could be conjured up, the fact that it was occurring around his vital areas was enough to make him pretty concerned.

Germany was on his way out the bathroom and to his bedroom when he was abruptly met by his obnoxious albino brother at the doorway, casually blocking his path.

"Yo~ West."

"Bruder…what is it?" he sighed.

Prussia gave him quite the worried look, one Germany would expect from his older brother in serious times. "You've been acting kinda weird since you got home, y'know…"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted as he pushed past him. "I'll be heading to bed now, if you don't mind."

"Hehe…you're quite the liar, you know that?" Prussia chuckled.

"What are you saying? I said I'm fine."

"No~pe. Something's bothering you. I can see it in your face. It's my big-brother instincts kicking in, kesese!"

Germany stopped short of his tracks in the hallway and sighed as he turned around, meeting his brother in the eye. "I. Am. Fine," he insisted again, except the word "fine" came out a few octaves higher than intended. It sounded like the sheer weight of his testosterone-laden voice made his vocal box cave in. Prussia snorted quite loudly upon noticing the awkward vocal shift his little brother made.

"Buhah—what the hell was that?"

As Prussia fell on his knees from laughter, Germany flushed a couple shades of pink at the sudden shift. He cleared his throat, in hopes that his voice wouldn't awkwardly crack like that again.

"I-I don't know, but, I-I'm sure it was nothing!" he insisted. "Now, I'll be going to bed, if you don't mind," he said, continuing his way towards his bedroom, slamming the door behind him in utter embarrassment.

Prussia got back on his feet, still chuckling, but calming down nonetheless. "Still as stubborn as usual…guess we'll just have to see how he turns out tomorrow morning…"

Before dousing the lights, Germany flipped through all of the medical reference books found in his house in hopes of piecing together the mysterious symptoms he was going through and maybe even find a possible remedy. This continued for about half an hour of as much thorough research as he could muster with his remaining willpower, and still he found no titled illness that came close to all that he was going through at the moment. At 2:45 in the morning, forcing his body up any later would only diminish his strength for the following morning. Instead, he decided to just take an aspirin upon bedtime and simply hope that all his bodily troubles will just blow over by the coming morning.

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"...So this little hygienic tool right here, just gently stick it halfway into your opening, and it will soak up all blood and other excreted bodily fluids…"

Germany found himself in a classroom and a desk listening to a pretty…invasive lesson about…'Tampons?' he thought incredulously.

"…If you keep this lodged in for far longer than two or three hours," the random professor continued, "you might end up with toxic shock syndrome…" Germany had had enough of one awkward health lesson and stormed out of the classroom, only to find himself inside a lingerie store.

"Oh, what is this now?" He blushed at the numerous variations of frilly bras and panties that surrounded him. Despite his ero reputation, Germany actually tried his best to find a nearby exit, as it was all just awkwardly overwhelming for him. On his way out however, a sales associate had approached him with a gargantuan size E black lacy bra. "Here you go, ma'am. I think this size is a good fit for a lady with assets as well-endowed as yours."

"Umm, s-sorry, I think you have me mistaken for—well…" He wasn't sure exactly what to say to say that. He looked down in thought and confusion only to be met with a very interesting and certainly unusual obstruction. Had he grown…breasts?

"What in the hell…?" he asked himself in quiet disbelief, gently patting down his new assets to make sure they weren't a mirage or something of the like. "Uhh—umm, sorry, I…I have to be somewhere." Germany rushed past the imaginary sales associate, still trying to find an exit somewhere. A door happened to materialize behind the lotions rack, and he zipped right through it.

Behind this door, however, was just pitch black darkness. Germany couldn't see a thing. As he cautiously took one step after another, he gently patted down his chest again to check if the female obstruction was still in place. He gave out a sigh of relief when all he felt were flat pectorals. His feelings of relief were short-lived when they were again replaced with anxiousness at the sight of a spotlight suddenly appearing somewhere a few feet ahead of him. Under this spotlight was a mysterious hooded figure…

"Santa Barbara winta…Dumbledora ze Explora…" he chanted with uninterrupted concentration. Germany approached this curious figure with caution; he didn't seem to realize he was there at all. He stopped directly in front of him, but the hooded figure continued chanting. "Santa Maria fey zan fia…"

"…Who on Earth…" Germany tried calling out to him, but he wouldn't listen. He tried looking into the figure's hood, but could barely even make out the dark silhouette of the face inside of it.

"…You think you could defeat me so easily?" he suddenly asked him. At such a provocative question, Germany was on the alert now, ready to fight if he had to. The hooded figure chuckled.

"Well, it won't be that easy. I have a few tricks up my sleeves that even you can't retaliate against."

"…What are you—?"

"Now…witness the power of my ethereal abilities. By the power bestowed upon me by the Great Beyond, on you I place this mighty curse!"

Germany was suddenly enveloped by a blinding white light. He had to shield his eyes against it and was unable to defend himself from anything else that may come his way. "Shit…" The light only got brighter and soon enough he really was unable to see lest even defend himself from this coming curse. Somewhere in the distant backdrops of white, he could hear evil chuckles and a mocking voice,

"Let's see who the vulnerable one is now…Next time, you ought to think twice about messing with an empire as mighty as myself…"

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Germany shot up in full alert. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, still breathing heavily from his unusually intense dream. His eyes strained against the fresh sunlight seeping through his blinds, still adjusting to the sudden brightness. Certainly it wasn't as bright as what he had experienced in that dream of his. He sighed and glanced at the clock on his bedside table, realizing the alarm had been going off. It's 6am. He took a deep breath and let it back out in efforts to calm his pulse and relax himself.

'Only a bad dream…' he reassured himself. 'Just a bad dream was all…' His own mental reassurances were enough to calm him down. Germany continued to relish in this calm and quiet morning and the sweet realm of reality…for at least the next few seconds or so.

"Good morning, Germanyyy~!

From under his sheets, a cute little Italian boy popped up. It was only 6:01am, a quick minute immediately upon waking, and Germany had already felt a vein or two strain against his temples.

"Italy! How many times do I have to tell you to go home to your own bed?"

A pause.

'…There's something wrong with this scene,' Germany thought.

Since this was probably the twelfth time Germany had woken up to Italy by his bedside, that occurrence definitely wasn't the problem. At first he had brushed it off, but then he noticed that Italy had been staring at him funny—at his chest, to be more specific—that he, too, may have realized there was something off.

"Uhh…Germany…?"

"W-what are you looking at, Italy?"

And there's the problem. Germany's hand shot up to lightly encircle his throat, as if something had been lodged in there—or rather as if something had been taken out, something like his…Adam's apple? Not only was he missing that post-pubescent lump in his throat that was responsible for his deep, authoritative voice, but that deep, authoritative voice was altogether missing, as well. His voice had risen about a good seven octaves! Much higher than when had tried fighting off his brother's prying worries the previous night.

'W-what's going on…?' he anxiously thought to himself, as his hand lightly felt along his neck, as if his Adam's apple was simply misplaced somewhere in that area. He was so distracted with the sudden and drastic vocal change that the utterance coming from the Italian in his sheets arrived to his ears as a mumbling of Pig Latin.

And again with that higher, new voice of his, "W-wait, speak up! I didn't get that…"

"Y-you…uhh…you…you're…" The look on Italy's face became more and more confused the more he mumbled. A shaking finger directed itself to Germany's chest.

"WHAT IS IT, ITALY?"

Italy word-vomitted. "…BOOBS."

There was an uncomfortable and confused silence. "…What…?" Germany asked quietly in his high voice.

"…Boobs," Italy repeated. "Germany…you grew boobs…"

Germany had a quick flashback to his dream, when he had ended up in the skimpy lingerie store and had grown a pair of obstructive, size E breasts, but immediately shook his head along with such incredulous thoughts and just scoffed angrily at the statement.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? First of all Italy, you shouldn't be—"

He stopped short of his sentence when he looked down his shirt, only to find two large mounds straining against his now tight tank top.

He was so flabbergasted that he was unconsciously running his hands down his own, newly-sprouted rack, finding the whole ordeal just flat out unfathomable. Meanwhile, Italy wasn't sure what to think of a female-form Germany feeling him—err—herself suggestively. It was making him quite uncomfortable—as if the situation alone weren't weird enough—and he tried to avert his eyes to focus on anything else around the room. "Ummm…"

'T-this just…this doesn't make any sense…' Germany started putting all the symptoms together. His voice. His chest. 'Wait…then that just leaves…'

Germany felt his hand drift further down to his vital regions, feeling around his crotch. Missing were his free-hanging male parts; what he felt was flat and surely soft. There was no point in calling himself a "he." He became a she. And she was confused and anxious and flabbergasted beyond belief. She quickly remembered that Italy was still sitting on her bed. She looked up only to be met by his confused face and an unsure "Ve~"

Germany gave out a nervous chuckle, which eventually ended up a maniacal laugh. "Heh…T-this is just a dream! Yeah…that makes sense. There's no way this is real! I'm just having a very awkward, fantasy-driven dream about changing genders, is all! I'm still asleep!" she reassured himself, crossing her arms in confidence to her own statement.

"I'll just close my eyes and will myself to wake up and get back to reality!"

Italy cocked his head in wonder as the new she-Germany sat in her bed, arms crossed and eyes closed. She sat there for a good minute; she was really waiting to "wake-up" from this awkward "dream" of hers. "Mhhm…anytime now…" she said. Italy cautiously approached this new female form of Germany's.

"Vee~ Germany...? Hey, Germany…" he pressed on. She cracked open one eye and saw Italy crouched curiously in front of her like a prying cat.

"…You're still here…" she quietly said aloud in a tone of disbelief. She slowly uncrossed her arms and looked back down her shirt. That obstruction…that same female obstruction he had so frighteningly grown out in his dream—they were real. And Italy was staring quite a bit. Germany felt her cheeks redden under his gaze as she shook in anxiousness. "I-Italy…?"

Suddenly, a tiny Italian hand shot out and firmly planted itself on a meaty breast. She gasped in surprise as those invasive fingers gently and curiously began kneading her new features. Her breathing shifted quite a bit, her cheeks flushing in a much deeper hue than before, as the sensation was definitely quite new to her. This female Germany unconsciously let out a tiny moan as little buds now sprouted and strained against her tank. She gently but surely pushed away that obnoxious hand.

"Haa...S-stop that! What are you doing?"

Italy's head was still curiously cocked to the side as he looked at his offensive hand, wiggling his fingers a little. He then nodded his head in reassurance; that firmness he so directly and very offensively felt was most definitely real. He then looked up at his now clearly female ally.

"Vee~ Germany…" Germany's breathing was still a little stinted, both out of brief pleasure and still occurring anxiousness and confusion. Those sensations she felt…those felt way too real to have been a dream. Her nipples were still hard, revealing themselves under her black tank. She gasped as she felt the sudden need to cover herself in more bed sheets, feeling quite naked under the curious gaze of another man crouching in her bed.

"Germany…Germany's a—a girl now?" Italy asked innocently.

Germany didn't know what to say; the answer seemed obvious, but it's too much and too sudden to accept. It was way beyond the concepts of reality, yet this moment of confusion she and Italy were currently going through was no doubt reality. Instead of a straight "yes/no" answer, she answered with a shrill, high-pitched scream of terror that could be heard all across the expanse of the Black Forest. It was a scream of such magnitude that even found its way across the English Channel.

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It was about 5:05am in the United Kingdom, and England found himself awoken by a shrill but distant noise, only to sneeze so abruptly.

"Augh…damn this bloody weather giving me a bloody cold…" he cursed to himself as he sniffled.

As he lay back down on his bed, he felt a weird sensation, a sort of sixth sense that made him feel as if he had just so recently triumphed in something. He shrugged it off and fell back asleep, leaving all answers to what's surely occurring back in the Continent.

A/N: there's a little bit of pronoun confusion in this story b/c i was deciding whether or not i should still call Germany a "he" after he transforms in some cases, but doing so only made my life more difficult (i really have a tendency of doing that OTL). in some cases, though, when i would refer back to the regular Germany, i would use "he," but all else would be "she" from when he transforms and thereon out. if you guys get confused, just let me know where; i'm bound to know the difference x]

btw, the chapter title translates to "Breasts" in German :P i'll be interchanging between German and Italian in chapter titles, it looks like. i don't know why, but foreign titles turn me on (-3-)~ i just started taking Italian, so i'll be putting a lot of the basics into practice while i'm writing this fic, just for kicks (^_^) - i know super little amounts of German, but i am enthused by the German language, so i'm gonna be using little German words just for fun (:

i haven't written a fanfic in a while, and this is my first HETALIA-based fanfic, sooo COMMENTS WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED AS IT WOULD HELP ME DEVELOP IN MY WRITING. :D