So here's the next chappy! Sorry for the wait, it was supposed to be out a couple weeks ago I know but at least it's lengthy! There's not much plot, mostly fluff.

Germany sat at her kitchen table trying to understand what had happened to her the previous night as she slept. She had called Japan already and he was on his way. He had sounded really confused and a little freaked out. He had to have Italy come on the phone to reassure Japan that she was really Germany, then after that she explained what had happened as best she could before Japan agreed to come over right away to help work through the situation. She now sat at the table, in front of her a bowl of some sort of weird Italian cereal. Italy had insisted on pasta for breakfast because it solved all problems, but Germany had forcefully persuaded him that pasta was not a breakfast meal. In the bowl was cappuccino with some sort of oat-y granola stuff. It softened as the cappuccino soaked into the granola chunk and started to break apart as Germany prodded it with her spoon. For the fourth time since she sat down her hair fell in her face. Frustrated, she stood up, walked farther into the kitchen where Italy was making cannolis and forcefully opened a drawer. Italy jumped, surprised by the sound, dropping the icing sugar he had been sprinkling on his pastries. Luckily it didn't make too much of a mess. Germany searched through the drawer looking for elastics. They should have been in a small bag at the back of the drawer, but they were nowhere in sight.

"Germany, what are you looking for?" Italy chirped from beside her. With a frustrated frown she replied,

"The elastics, they should be in this drawer but-"

"Oh I moved them!" Germany turned to the bubbly Italian and screamed,

"You what!" Italy cowered at the words, whimpering a little.

"I-I- I moved them to the drawer over there because I use them to tie up the pasta that's leftover when I don't make it fresh 'cause that's kinda hard to do here but I use-"

"Which drawer did you out them in?" Italy shrunk under Germany's gaze as he pointed to a drawer on the far side of the counter.

"T-that one there." Italy had tears at the corners of his eyes, terrified of Germany's forcefulness. Though she was now a woman she could easily strike fear into young men's hearts. Germany stalked over to the drawer and opened it with a jerk, causing everything inside to upset.

"Clean up that sugar mess, Italy." As she said the words, Germany extracted an elastic form the bag and pulled back her hair. Tying the elastic hurt more than she thought it would and she suppressed grunts as she wrapped the rubber band tightly around her bundled hair. When she was done her hair hung at the back of her head in a tight ponytail. She grabbed the bag, shut the drawer and moved back to the place where Italy was, and opened the drawer of the rightful home of the elastics. Italy hadn't said a thing and he wasn't cleaning up the sugar either. Germany turned to him to see that he was staring at her.

"What?" She asked.

"It's just that you hair is so pretty before. Why did you hide it behind you head?" Italy asked innocently. Germany was surprised by the question but made sure not to show it. What was with all the complements? Germany knew that Italy was a sucker for a beautiful lady but she was still Germany!

"It was getting in my face. It's such a bother, I think I'll just cut it off later," she answered truthfully before going back to her… cereal. Italy was quick to follow with a bowl of his own and a plate of cannolis.

"NO! You can't cut it Germany! It looks so good on you! Plus you're a pretty lady now, and lots of pretty ladies have long hair!" Italy's protests followed her all the way to the table. Germany looked at Italy to respond with a strong argument but was stopped by the pleading look in his caramel eyes (which were actually open for once) as he said, "please Germany, keep it like that! At least for the week, even if you tie it back."

Germany thought about Italy's suggestion for a moment. A week wouldn't be too bad if it were tied up right? Besides she didn't plan on staying as a girl for a week anyway. Her hopes were up for it lasting only the day.

"Fine," she agreed. Italy's face spontaneously erupted with happiness as his pouty lips spread in a bright ear-to-ear smile that brightened the room more than the fresh morning sun that was pouring in from the kitchen window. "But only for the week. Then it's gone!" Germany's last statement was lost on him as a plethora of 'Ve~'s erupted from the lithe Italian. Germany hoped that she wouldn't end up as eye candy for him for the rest of the week… Though there was something in knowing that she might.

Italy bubbled with excitement as he picked up one of his cannolis. He munched on it while waiting for his oats to soak and thought about the events of this morning. He was disappointed when Germany had turned down (perhaps he should use a stronger word?) Italy's idea for pasta for breakfast this morning. Italy had no idea why, Germany seemed upset and Italy thought that he had made a clear point that pasta made everything seem lots better. Still Germany declined. He prodded his oats with his spoon as he pondered the weird phenomena that had occurred during the night. He had no idea how it had happened, and so he asked.

"Germany," Italy noticed that she too was prodding her cereal, "how did you become a girl?" Germany seemed frustrated by the question when she answered.

"Italy if I knew that, I would be out there solving the problem! I don't know, but I have a feeling that it has something to do with the Allies…"

"Oh…" Italy took another cannoli from the plate on the table. He then remembered something that France had told him a long time ago.

"Hey Germany! I just remembered something! Big brother France told me a long time ago when I was a kid that England believed he could see fairytale characters. He told me once that England tried to turn him into a girl with his sorcery! That's funny isn't it!" Italy realized that it was a hilarious concept that his big brother almost got the same thing done to him that was done to Germany. Not that Italy was complaining, really. Though he knew that he could always count on Germany with his strength and military smarts to save him, Germany as a girl was quite refreshing. She still had the same attitude and inner strength but her softer features didn't scare the living crap out of you the first time you saw her.

"England! I'd forgotten of his dark magic. But certainly he wouldn't use something so… unrestricted. The Allies are all about the by the book fighting. Still… it seems like the most probable answer." Germany was stirring her oats as she expressed her thoughts out loud. Italy hadn't thought of the possibility of England casting a spell to turn Germany into a girl!

"I don't think Ingleterra would do something like that! At least not on anyone other than big brother France!" Italy exclaimed. Would England really do such a thing to Germany?

England, of course! That bastard! How could she have totally forgotten? Prussia was always telling him as a young child that England was pathetic because he believed in fairies and sorcery. For some reason Prussia had believed it though, even if he didn't tell his younger brother, so Germany had too. Damn him, Germany wasn't about to waltz over to enemy territory and ask for England to change her back into a man! No she would wait this out, she had to, and she hoped that it wouldn't last long.

"Bastard," Germany mumbled to herself. This was a dirty trick, like a bringing a gun to a sword fight, it was against unwritten rules! Though Germany thought of her submarines… That was out of bounds too. But magic! Using something beyond this world was waaay out of bounds. Germany noticed that for the second time today Italy was silent other than the occasional 've~'. Germany looked to him and sure enough, he was staring at her. Again. This time he had more of a distant and adoring look on his face, like he was in deep thought thinking of something that he enjoyed. Probably pasta.

While going back to his breakfast, Italy's thoughts easily slipped away from England. Germany had so much different about her, now that she was a her. There were certain things to the Italians liking. She made a very pretty lady, almost as pretty as he was handsome. Her new found femininity had brought certain changes though. Italy liked the fact that she was much shorter than before. Germany wouldn't have to lean for Italy to kiss her now! Though she was still a centimeter or two higher than him. But it was a welcome improvement to their previous situation! He let out a soft ve~ as he thought about that. Germany mumbled something and Italy focused his attention on her. Another thing that Italy loved about the new Germany was her hair. Germany's hair had grown a ridiculous length overnight and now nearly reached her waist. It really was a shame that she had put it up, but at least she wasn't cutting it off! Though her features were considerably dampened down, it was still very easy for her to scare Italy. One thing that had stayed absolutely the same was Germany's eyes. Italy had often found himself humbled by those icy orbs. Even now they had perplexed him again. Italy loved the way they brightened with realization, shined with confusion and even when they boiled with anger they were a sight to behold. Woman or man Italy was sure those eyes would be able to strike fear into any heart. Italy heard Germany call him, bringing him back to reality.

"Italy…. Italy!"

"Yes Germany," Italy responded with a bubbly smile.

"Why were you staring at me?" Oh was he? He hadn't noticed, but it wasn't surprising. Italy often found himself occupied by Germany.

"I was just thinking of how much you've changed!" As he said the words Italy could feel a warmth spreading through his cheeks and he hoped that she didn't see it. He noticed Germany hadn't eaten his breakfast.

"Germany you haven't eaten your oats! You don't want them to get cold do you?" Telling her this, Italy took a spoon of his own breakfast.

"Yes. You eat quickly as well, Japan will be here soon."

Italy happily ate his cereal while thinking of how fun it would be to observe Germany today and see how she handles the changes. The thought caused him to giggle.

Slowly the Allied Nations arrived at England's house, America being the last of course. France had showed up even though he had surrendered because he fought with the Forces Françias Libre. After everyone was settled in the conference room (because England does have a conference room, fully equipped with a blackboard in his house) England addressed the four others.

"Gentlemen. I have discovered a new military tactic." With the statement, England pointed to the drawing of Germany on the blackboard.

"Dude!" America burst out immediately after Britain had finished his address. "Why does Germany have super long hair? He looks like a girl! Haha!"

"America! COULD YOU NOT HAVE WAITED UNTIL I WAS FINISHED!" This was the spark for an argument between the two of course. When it was staring to escalate to a point where the whole meeting would be wasted by the incompetence of the two, Canada piped up.

"I think we should calm down and listen to what Britain has to say." (Wait Canada's here?) America stopped his fight for a moment.

"Did someone just speak there?" China responded.

"I don't think so."

"I thought I heard something too…" Russia commented. France started to speak when England brought the meeting back to order.

"Any way! I turned Germany into a girl!" England said this with a certain air of pride.

"Awwwe…" Russia wore a smile as he looked at the miniscule drawing of Germany on the board.

"Maple leaf…"

"No way!" China exclaimed.

"How did you manage that?" France asked with an eyebrow raised. England fumbled for words before America piped up again.

"What will that do?" He asked cluelessly.

"America you git! It will take away his power, and he'll have to deal with the confusion. Being a girl is a major weakness!"

"Awesome!" The daft American responded. "It'll be much easier for me to take him down now! All of you can back me up too!" Before he and England could get into another argument China asked a relatively important question.

"So how long will it last?"

"It should last about a month." England responded with a smirk.

"Quite an unusual tactic Angleterre."

"This will be fun," Russia said with a smile that unnerved the rest of the allies.

So that was a long chapter! My treat because of my laziness and procrastination. I did enjoy writing it though. But man Germany as a chick is really hard to get the hang of. Well I hope you enjoyed. The next chapter had Japan (yes I've already started! XD) and then I'm thinking of a time jump, just a little one though. Thoughts? I'd love it if you left a review!