A/N: Sorry for the extremely long wait for this chapter. I had writer's block and I am going to Otakon in a month, so I was getting my Hidan from Naruto Cosplay finished and my Sora from Kingdom Hearts cosplay finished. Again, this is what you all requested. An update. I hope that the long wait was worth it for you all, and once again I am sorry. One more thing before I let you read, is anyone out there that reads this story going to Otakon 2010? I would love to meet my readers, and if not then I wish you all a wonderful summer. I do not own Hetalia or its characters, you all should know this. Goodbye, peace and love! -Ash 3

Although Arthur did in fact invite the Hungarian over to help him sort out this entire mess, he soon regretted it. This was all due to three simple things: One, he had to swallow his pride and reveal that he; a master magician had made an error and turned himself into a woman. Two, while panicking he did not assess how he was going to open the door without a strange confrontation. Then last but not least, three he was about certain he was going to miss the meeting and his record attendance would be tossed right out the window. England gulped as Hungary pounded on the door once more in impatience, she would probably knock it down in a few more minutes to strangle him if he didn't invite her in. Arthur glanced around frantically and snatched a throw rug from the couch and draped it over his head, making completely sure that only his face was visible. Then with a burst of confidence and a strained noise, he threw open the door and blindly reached out for the Hungarian; grabbing her arm tightly and pulling her into the house before anyone could see him and his ordeal. Elizabeth squeaked in surprise and stumbled forward, waving her arms to maintain balance while Arthur slammed his arm against the door to shut it. She turned around after stopping herself from crashing right into his coffee table and raised a nonplussed eyebrow at him. England ignored her for the time being and proceeded to lock his door and then jiggle the doorknob for a precaution before sprinting around the house, shutting every drape and putting his tiny abode on total lockdown.

"Is there a good reason that you are doing that Kirkland? Along with that blanket over your head?"

Elizabeth asked, looking the definition of terrified and anxious. England just nearly nodded and continued this charade, not wanting to speak and reveal his new tweaked vocal chords. Arthur then ambled back with a sigh, grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders and sat her down on the couch then returning to stand in the middle of the living room.

England stared at her for a few minutes, clutching the blanket with nervous hands and furrowing his brows in contemplation on how to break the news to her. "Well…" He stopped, and grunted before lowering his voice to as much extent as he could muster. "You see I was messing around in my study last night with my magic… and I will admit now it was supposed to be something for that git Alfred."

Elizabeth grinned, and he quickly sputtered a response before she could even speak. "It I-is nothing like that you hormonal crazed girl!" He sighed as her grin subsided into a pout before continuing on. "It was going to shut him up at the G8 meeting today, for just a while so I can finally put some of my points across. Because he just always goes on and on about one topic and that insufferable dolt never lets me get one single word in! I mean-…"

"Your rambling England… and did you pluck your eyebrows? You didn't exactly do a better job"

He coughed and composed himself, "Sorry… and no I didn't! Like I was saying, well even after the fact that I was one-hundred percent sure that I had mastered said incantation, it backfired and turned me into something…. Horrible…" England watched Elizabeth lean back in her seat and thought about his choice of words. "Not horrible in your view, just… horrible in my own."

She nodded and sat there, relaxing and closing her eyes to think. England watched, twitching at every noise and move she made until she finally nodded her head in sage-like agreement. "So you turned your entire body except for your face into something grotesque in your image…." She then leaned her body close and examined him up and down then cupped her hands over her mouth and murmured a response. "Did… you switch bodies with Francis?"

"WH-what? No, no you stupid-…" He groaned and turned on his heel to pace back and forth across the living room, all the while biting his lip and holding back the numerous insults that surfaced in his throat. I would never be so stupid to turn myself into that self-absorbed perverted frog! He's so…. England squinted his eyes… French.

"Well what the hell is it then? If you're going to waste my time then you should have called someone else Arthur! Just spit it out already you idiot!" Elizabeth yelled in irritation. England turned to her quickly and frowned before throwing off the throw rug, letting his newly acquired golden locks flow free from his head and spreading his arms wide to release the mounds attached to his chest.

"I'm a woman, a bloody fucking dainty woman! There I said it, go ahead and laugh your head off!" England screamed in defense, letting his constricted voice out with a shrill cry.

Hungary glared at him, then her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. She glanced upward in awe and then downward in confusion. She grunted a few half-hearted responses before choked and completely fell silent. England raised an eyebrow and watched in turn, frowning at her while she continued this bizarre behavior.

"Good god Kirkland…." She said finally before standing up, swaying and then regaining her footing by grabbing onto the armrest of the couch. Arthur watched as she sat back down and muttered, "You-… you're…so pretty." Then with a small laugh, she passed out cold right on top of the sofa.

England stared at the passed out Hungarian in disbelief, out of all things she could do out of the following: Laugh, scream, or dial 911. The great and powerful country, Hungary simply passed out on the couch and said that he, as a woman, was pretty. Arthur snarled in agitation and looked up at the ceiling, nodding to gods of karma sarcastically.

"Really? Are you utterly serious?" He kicked the coffee table over, "Do you get a kick out of this because I certainly hope you do!" He grimaced and then glanced at the unconscious Hungary once more, "Assholes…"