First Event: Body Swap

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After some confusion in the kitchen, many nations retired to their rooms’ right after dinner, a few others remained around for a few rounds of drinking. The thing is, none of them really knew what had really triggered things.

As they slept, snug in their beds, many cuddling with their loved ones, none of them had any idea just what was happening to

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Ukraine and Liechtenstein's Room

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Sadiq’s brow furrowed furiously. Honestly, what was this? What was this? The Turk refused to open his eyes to greet the offending light, and instead opted to roll on his side. Honestly, this is why he had closed the curtains last night. He grumbled drowsily, making a mental note to yell at Gupta later and-

Wait. Was his voice always that high-pitched in the morning? Did his hair always fall so far down on his face? And why did his teeth feel so strange against his tongue?

His eyes shot open. He barely registered the room’s other occupant- just a voluptuous bosom that certainly did not belong to Gupta- as he surveyed himself. Pale, feminine hands- with none of the familiar scars or calluses he’d acquired- connected to slender wrists, attached to the weakest arms he’d ever seen and-

And a frilly pink nightgown.

Sadiq didn’t know what was going on, who was to blame, anything, really. This could be an elaborate prank on the part of the damn Greek (in which case, Sadiq would have to offer a grudging amount of respect after making him choke to death on his own eyeballs) or some stupid experiment by America. Regardless, once he found out who the fuck did this, he was going delight in absolutely destroying the culprit.

But that was neither here nor there. For now, he could only find the presence of mind to utter three, little words; “What the fuck.”