Seychelles woke up because she felt itchy. Her chin felt itchy, to be exact. When she scratched, she felt small hairs prickle her fingers. She widened her eyes. Had she gotten a beard? How was that possible? The island nation reached up to brush a hand through her hair out of habit, but it was too short. She shot up. She wasn’t wearing a shirt, but that was the least of her concerns right now. Everything felt heavier than usual. Her skin was lighter. And most obviously, she was a man.
“Oh, goodness,” she whispered, startling herself with the heavy voice coming from her mouth. It sounded slightly familiar, but she couldn’t place it, so Seychelles began clambering off the bed. There had to be a mirror around. She’d heard of weird, magical, things happening to nations, but never thought she’d be on the receiving end of it.
Bathroom. Every bathroom has a mirror, she thought. Sure enough, the African girl managed to get her long, heavy limbs into the bathroom so that she could look in the mirror.
The stubble actually looks good, was the first thing she thought. Then: OH MY GOD I’M AUSTRALIA! -- Denmark had hair in his mouth. Black hair, he saw when he opened his eyes. He spit it out and raised a hand from the mattress to brush the last hairs away. He stopped when he saw his hand. Or rather, not his hand at all. He twisted his wrist. Okay, the hand was attached to him, but it was not his. The skin colour was too dark, and it was obviously a girl’s hand. He used the foreign hand to brush the hairs away nonetheless. Then he noticed that those black hairs were connected to his head. He plucked a strand from the pillow and tugged.
“Ow!” Definitely connected to his head. And his voice sounded girly as well. Denmark lay on the bed quietly. This was probably Norway’s fault, he thought. His neighbour could get extremely pissed after a few drinks. It wouldn’t be the first time he played a magic trick on Denmark. The Dane sighed and rolled out of bed. He saw a mirror on the nightstand and picked it up. Then he frowned, because why would Norway involve Seychelles in his trick? -- Norway was confused, because he couldn’t think of any reason that Japan would be sleeping next to him. That is, until he looked at himself and woke up enough to sense the overwhelming amount of magic in the air.
The Scandinavian nation swung Greece’s long legs out of the bed. “England,” he said to himself. He found Greece’s shoes, pulled them on and set out to look for the Brit. -- Germany woke up when he heard a door close. He blinked several times, but there was a sort of haze in front of his eyes. When he sat up in confusion, the German realized that it had been hair. Then he realized that he didn’t have black hair. He also realized this wasn’t his hotel room, for Prussia was nowhere to be found, and the only clothes he could see were sandy coloured trousers and a blue… Dress of sorts. Japan had taught him the name of that thing, but he never bothered to remember.
Wait, Japan. Germany leapt up, catapulting himself from the bed because he’d miscalculated his weight, and stumbled over to where he saw Japan’s smartphone. He picked the thing up and looked at his reflection.
“Japan…?” Germany shook his head, the bangs brushing his cheeks. It tickled. How could Japan handle that? “Japan. Oh, god.” He put the phone down. “What happened?!” -- That morning, Japan woke later than usual. He located a clock and, alarmed, rolled out of bed. He stilled in his movements when he felt hair brush his neck. That hair wasn’t supposed to be here, was it? The Asian slowly reached up to feel. His hair was definitely too long. Now that he thought about it, if he remembered correctly, he’d been sharing a room with Greece, yet that nation was nowhere to be seen. And there wasn’t a chance Greece actually woke up before him.
Japan frowned. What had happened last night? Nothing that was memorable, he concluded. He pursed his lips and went to look for a mirror or some other reflective surface. What the man saw in a window startled him.
Freaky Fifth of July [1d/?]
“Oh, goodness,” she whispered, startling herself with the heavy voice coming from her mouth. It sounded slightly familiar, but she couldn’t place it, so Seychelles began clambering off the bed. There had to be a mirror around. She’d heard of weird, magical, things happening to nations, but never thought she’d be on the receiving end of it.
Bathroom. Every bathroom has a mirror, she thought. Sure enough, the African girl managed to get her long, heavy limbs into the bathroom so that she could look in the mirror.
The stubble actually looks good, was the first thing she thought. Then: OH MY GOD I’M AUSTRALIA!
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Denmark had hair in his mouth. Black hair, he saw when he opened his eyes. He spit it out and raised a hand from the mattress to brush the last hairs away. He stopped when he saw his hand. Or rather, not his hand at all. He twisted his wrist. Okay, the hand was attached to him, but it was not his. The skin colour was too dark, and it was obviously a girl’s hand. He used the foreign hand to brush the hairs away nonetheless. Then he noticed that those black hairs were connected to his head. He plucked a strand from the pillow and tugged.
“Ow!” Definitely connected to his head. And his voice sounded girly as well. Denmark lay on the bed quietly. This was probably Norway’s fault, he thought. His neighbour could get extremely pissed after a few drinks. It wouldn’t be the first time he played a magic trick on Denmark. The Dane sighed and rolled out of bed. He saw a mirror on the nightstand and picked it up. Then he frowned, because why would Norway involve Seychelles in his trick?
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Norway was confused, because he couldn’t think of any reason that Japan would be sleeping next to him. That is, until he looked at himself and woke up enough to sense the overwhelming amount of magic in the air.
The Scandinavian nation swung Greece’s long legs out of the bed. “England,” he said to himself. He found Greece’s shoes, pulled them on and set out to look for the Brit.
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Germany woke up when he heard a door close. He blinked several times, but there was a sort of haze in front of his eyes. When he sat up in confusion, the German realized that it had been hair. Then he realized that he didn’t have black hair. He also realized this wasn’t his hotel room, for Prussia was nowhere to be found, and the only clothes he could see were sandy coloured trousers and a blue… Dress of sorts. Japan had taught him the name of that thing, but he never bothered to remember.
Wait, Japan. Germany leapt up, catapulting himself from the bed because he’d miscalculated his weight, and stumbled over to where he saw Japan’s smartphone. He picked the thing up and looked at his reflection.
“Japan…?” Germany shook his head, the bangs brushing his cheeks. It tickled. How could Japan handle that? “Japan. Oh, god.” He put the phone down. “What happened?!”
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That morning, Japan woke later than usual. He located a clock and, alarmed, rolled out of bed. He stilled in his movements when he felt hair brush his neck. That hair wasn’t supposed to be here, was it? The Asian slowly reached up to feel. His hair was definitely too long. Now that he thought about it, if he remembered correctly, he’d been sharing a room with Greece, yet that nation was nowhere to be seen. And there wasn’t a chance Greece actually woke up before him.
Japan frowned. What had happened last night? Nothing that was memorable, he concluded. He pursed his lips and went to look for a mirror or some other reflective surface. What the man saw in a window startled him.
China.
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