I Turned America Into a Teenage Girl

Summary: After France pisses England off at a world meeting, England decides to get back at him. With magic. However, during the middle of the spell, a certain American idiot barges in and ends up getting the hit instead...Fem!USxUK and USxUK

Okay, yes. Unoriginal idea, I know. Iggy or America somehow get turned into a girl because of Iggy's magic. And then they fall in luuuurrrvee~ How original, right? *snort* Anyways, I needed to write this because I thought it was cute and funny. ^^" Anyways, hope you enjoy~!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! I do however own a FREE HETALIA POSTER SIGNED BY ALL THE ENGLISH VOICE ACTORS (except Eric Vale because he couldn't come, what!) FROM OTAKON! SO HA! D

Ahem, yes. Please read and enjoy...^^"

WHAM!

England stormed into his house that day, raging. He was yelling curses, scowling, and stomping around the house. It was that damned France again. "Bloody frog!" he snarled, clenching his fists. "Always making fun of me, and flirting with me, and just being...being so damned French! I hate him so much!" He spun around, accidentally knocking a leather bound book off of the side table by the couch in the living room. He let out a frustrated yell, bent down to pick it up, and smirked when he saw what the book was. It was one of his spell books. His smirk turned into a scary grin that could rival Russia's. Oh, that bloody frog was gonna get it today...

Eager, the Brit ran into the kitchen and down the stairs to his basement with his book clutched to his chest. He grabbed his black robes and wand at the end of the stairs and dropped the book onto the wooden table. He began flipping through the pages, looking for a good spell to use.

"No...no...definitely not...nope...not that one...Oh! This one looks good!" He squinted so he could read it more clearly in the dimly lit room. "'The Transformation Spell. It turns a person of choice into the opposite of what they are,'" he read. He snickered. So this could turn that "handsome, charming Frenchman" (not that England agreed) into an actual ugly frog? It was worth a shot, wasn't it? He immediately began setting up candles on the floor of the basement and prepared to use the spell.

Preparation didn't take all that long actually. It was pretty quick. England lit the last candle in the circle and held the book in his hands. "All right, so I just have to picture what France looks like now while I say the spell. Sounds easy enough." He closed his eyes, imagining the Frenchman's frog face in his mind. Once he had a good mental image, he began reading the incantation aloud. The flames in the candles turned blue and they grew larger. The chalk line in the circle also began to glow blue as England continued reading. All was going well until...

WHAM! "HEY, IGGY!"

Oh no...You idiot! Not now! As soon as the unfamiliar voice rang out from upstairs, England immediately pictured America in his mind. He tried to get France's face back, but it was too late. He had finished the incantation and before he knew it, a bright blue light shot up from the middle of the chalk circle and flew up the stairs. "No, wait!" he yelled. His eyes went wide when he heard America yell and then a thud as he hit the floor. Everything was quiet then. The Brit waited a few moments, hoping to hear the American get up and walk around upstairs, but it never happened. He started cursing as he rushed upstairs. What if he killed him? He wasn't particularly fond of America, but he didn't hate him. He'd never wish for his former charge to be dead!

"Please don't be dead, please don't be dead, please don't be dead..." England prayed as he made it upstairs. He found America on the living room floor, unconscious and unmoving. Holding his breath, he walked slowly over to him and knelt down to next to him. "A-America?" He gave the younger nation a little poke in the shoulder to see if he responded. When he didn't, England placed one hand on America's chest and leaned down to listen for his breathing. He sighed in relief and sat back up when he realized he still was. Good. He hadn't killed America. But nothing drastic had happened to him either (not yet, anyway). Maybe the spell didn't work on him for some reason...

Huh...that's strange, England thought. I don't remember America having this much fat on him... His hand was still on America's chest. And it was touching something soft and...squishy. His green eyes went wide and his face turned a deep shade of red as he immediately pulled his hand away.

Oh...oh...The spell did work. America had...had breasts. His hair was longer, reaching to just a few inches above his shoulders (how had England not noticed that before?), and his face was much more feminine as was everything else. His clothes that usually fit him well were a bit looser and bigger than before. England had turned America into a teenage girl.

So that's what the spell did! It turned people into the opposite of what they were. So boys turned to girls, and girls turned to boys. They should've been more specific. England glanced back at America, blushing.

"I am so bloody fucked when he wakes up..."

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA~! I turned America into a teenage girl! xD Well, technically, England did. But I made him do it! So ha! xD Anyways, yeah. I intend to make every moment of this as awkward as possible for the both of them. Because I can. And because it provides comedy and entertainment for us USxUK fangirls. x3

Anyways, please read and review! Reviewers get free pasta~! :3