(anyone and everyone!) NYOTALIC TROUBLES

So he didn't really know what the hell had happened. Okay, no one really knew what the hell happened. The last thing he remembered before 'The Big Switch' (as it was being called) was that he was curled up next to some slut lovely woman. His eyes felt heavy from pleasant exhaustion, so he let sleep overtake him. When he woke up, he was no longer beside a lovely young lady. He was beside a handsome young man. Now, this had happened before, but he hadn't been drinking the night before, so he was sure it was a woman when he went to sleep. When he slipped into the restroom he realized why.

He was a woman.

Hiroto was at least three inches shorter than he had been the night before, and that was only most minor of changes. Boobs. He (no, she) had boobs now. Of course that was only the second of the two biggest changes, but the other isn't something you mention in polite company. And I trust you all know what the biggest change was anyway, so no sense in going into it. Anyway, he suddenly found himself very small and very cute and very feminine. Needless to say, anyone lurking in the house and a few of the neighbors were woken up by a high- pitched, woman's scream after the information properly sunk in.

The sting of the transformation wasn't as bad when he learned that it wasn't just him, but the entire fucking world that had experienced this magic. Everyone was gender-swapped. Everyone. Not one person on the planet, be it man, woman, child, nation, capital or otherwise, had escaped the anomaly that was losing your current genitalia. The blame game was played for a day or two after it happened. Fingers were pointed at some of the more 'supernaturally aligned' of the Nation- Tans, as well as the more scientific ones. But after a few urgent world meetings and yelling at each other, it was obvious that no one had caused this and no one knew how to fix it.

When this was realized, it only got crazier from there. The world was in a state of panic as it was, and the standstill at the World Conference Center wasn't helping. Some preached that it was the wrath of angry Gods, others claimed it was a test from them. 'Cosmic Alien Prank' was also brought up, but really no one was that as believable (with the exception of one or two people, that is...). There were riots in the street and other mass calamities that only human stupidity can bring on.

By week three, everything had calmed down. For the most part anyway. Somehow, someway people had adapted to the change. While it was still an urgent, pressing matter, it faded from a roar to a constant buzzing; there and present, but ignorable. People started going on about there business again, as if nothing had happened in the first place. Mostly. There was a bit of fuss and mess, but it was pretty much ignored or looked over in the hopes of a solution to this problem. The sad part was, no one could think of anything.

And by 'no one', we mean the dear old personifications. The first week it was just the Nations, stuffed into the conference room trying to both fix the problem and deal with changing hormones. Basically, nothing fun for anyone. The start of week two brought in the Capitals. The majority of them had already been there, but the few that remained behind were brought in to join the debate. Hopes were that doubling the thinking power would help. It didn't.

All Hiro had learned sitting in that room as a woman was that boobs were not as fun as they looked (may the gods bless Brigitte, he didn't see how she dealt with it) and that woman's clothing fit you a lot better when you were a woman. His time in the conference room was spent in daze, trying to figure out in his mind exactly how these new parts worked. Time outside that wasn't spent on the presence of Japan was spent stalking his friends. Yes, stalking. Something in his head had clicked wrong when he became a girl, and for some reason he couldn't bring himself to speak with any anyone he knew. Specifically, his friends that had been female before this venture.

Which was why that during all of the breaks and after all of the grousing was done for another day, he would run off somewhere before anyone could corner him with conversation. He had taken to one of the back hallways. No one ever come that way, so why not? This was also where he was now. As per usual, as soon as the meeting was let out he ran back and away, finding a good spot beside of a table that partially hid him ans sitting. It wasn't perfect, but what the hell could you do?

{Notes!: everyone is genderswap GO. i feel i must see the reactions to this situation and stuff. :3}
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malebri.png) Everything had been going reasonably well lately, but isn't that how it always happened? Bri had fallen into a good routine of working out, helping with paperwork, keeping Gilbert off Ludwig's case and just enough downtime that she didn't run screaming into the night. It was good, she was content and then one night Bri had taken a shower to get the grease off from having tuned up her car and dropped into bed to a good long exhausted sleep. The next morning she knew something was wrong right off the bat when she seemed to be looking a little farther down on things then normal, but she brushed it off to go take a shower. And then she had looked in the mirror, but the person staring back wasn't her, it was clearly a man. At least, she didn't think so at first, had someone drugged her last night? The reflection in the mirror was moving in time with her, she looked down and oh god that really was her. Her breasts were gone, quickly stripping off the tank top she had been wearing there was just a broad strong chest, jesus christ she was solid. She screamed, and instead of a shrieking high pitch it was definitely a manly tenor and she yelped again, flailed and nearly fell into her bathtub. That was now three weeks ago, and although it was a shock and going to the bathroom was still not something she was particularly fond of, Brigitte had adjusted to her new form rather quickly and quite well. She always had thought that being a man would be easier, and her new stature commanded a certain level of respect from everyone that set eyes on her that she normally didn't when she was a woman. It was nice to be honest, and she couldn't help but strut around like she owned the place in her new body when Ludwig brought her with him to the conference meeting. They really didn't manage to get much done, of course not, there was more squabbling and fighting and Francis was pulling Arthur's hair or something like that and no one was listening to Ludwig when he tried to get them quiet. It was almost comical really but Bri had to admit that she was a bit tired of being a man, the equipment was a pain to deal with to be frank. 'Morning Wood' seriously, how did anyone deal with it? And god forbid she came across anything mildly 'exciting' how did men deal with these sort of things? It was obnoxious. After the conference let out Brigitte decided she needed a walk, which was when she caught sight of someone turning down a back hallway rather quickly. Curious as to what they were up to she followed after them and was that, "Hiro is that you?" Goodness she still hadn't gotten used to the deep husky baritone of her own voice, being a man was easier, but she did miss being a woman. [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Date: present? o.o Location: World Conference Center Music: Mein Teil - Rammstein Notes:M!Bri omnomnom

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"AAAAIIIIYYYYYYEEEEE~!!!!!!"

Needless to say, her morning wasn't the most happiest as soon as she found out that she lost her petite chest and her vital regions are... well... she's just not happy as soon as the news hits her in the head. It wasn't too serious like a pandemic or a terrorist or whatnot, but whoever- or whatever- caused this massive outbreak, she was sure she's not the only one and-

"My God, I didn't know I sounded like that!"

It was enough for the people inside her house found out after two hours that Philippines fainted as soon as she realized that her 'vital regions' have changed and she have turned into a guy. Needless to say, they have to splash her with water for her to wake up. And from that day on, she was having difficulty with the new changes, even commenting to herself how she have began to get conscious with her attire (when she was a woman) before fussing about buying some spare clothes that fits her. Again. More bargain-hunting, might as well check the thrift stores to see if they have cheaper ones that fits her.

Already, three weeks have pass, and Gabriella is still not accustomed with the new change. Why? Because she's a damn he now, that's why. Not to mention some awkward moments whenever she attends a meeting or visiting Antonio's place, now she knows how Lovino feels with him around. And don't get her started with France when he tried to hit on her, saying how 'ravishing hot' he is and he 'wants to get into her pants' (with the gender role reversed), debating if she should stop considering France as a female and just punch her where the sun doesn't shine. Well, she'll work on that.

Just finished from the seemingly-awkward meeting (She'll have to straighten things out with Thailand later about this), Gabriella stormed out from the room, still fumming (though, it seems, the 'PMS' excuse doesn't work anymore now that she's a he, and is now compared to either Arthur or Ludwig) as she stumbled into some group of people, one of them she familiarize as Ludwig's brother, Gilbert. Oh, isn't he the one he went out for drinks once or twice when she was feeling like burning her liver with tons of beer?

"I knew it," Philippines groaned, facepalming that the 'dream' her brain is still trying to work on at this situation is still there. "I should stop being surprised about the genderbending situation!" She wailed before making herself shown towards the group of seemingly-not-so-confused nations/states. "Please, can someone tell me, I'm not the only one who finds this frustrating~!" He said as an 'entrance' to them. Ah well, Philippines, we knew you well.

note: Philippines is very much not keen with the genderbend ideas. But, hey, now he's one of the hot guys now, go ravish on him! *shot*
timeline: Present~!

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 10px; width: 380px;text-align:justify; padding-bottom:1px;]"..." She looked at both her hands- calloused and big- before she immediately rushed towards the mirror only to find someone else on her reflection. At first, she spent the first, few moments in silence, her brain in denial of what was going on before she finally settled down. Yes, she did scream and, yes, she did made a fuss out of it but it wasn't that long. Besides, if sneaking through France's closet to borrow his clothes and pretended to be a male had help, it's pretty much Paris was over with it before it even began. "Ah..." The now-male capitol sighed, thinking if what Francis would think if he finds out that his dear Caroline has turned into a he and held an uncanny resemblance with a certain person named D'Eon running around Paris from time to time whenever Paris is unavailable. "It would be a bit more better if the others would be in the same situation as well." No use crying over spilled milk. So, for the next few days, Caroline De Beaumont has been into the shoes of her persona, D'Eon, non-stop while not even saying a peep to France about it. Hell, knowing the nation she serves, he must be having a bullock of fun. She, did, manage to get herself a new wardrobe (modifying it to make it look like her usual attire save for some masculine changes) but now she doesn't have to make an excuse that she's not Paris. Apparently, she's not the only one so- fortunately, for the not-petite capital- she can tell them that she just look a LOT like that D'Eon-dude and get away with it. Surely, they also think he's got genderswap into a female. Weeks has passed with nothing eventful happening (Well, Paris DID know how to pretend to be someone else of a opposite gender, so she got used to it... she do manage to sneak a small laugh at the others who are not faring well) until she receive a note that she is to attend the meeting and assist France. Well, she haven't seen France in a while, she thought with a small chuckle while drinking her latte (the women outside the cafe seems to can't get enough of how 'hot' Caroline is just lounging her time) before she decided that maybe she should just arrive to get this over with. It wasn't long before she did and, no surprising, everyone else has been swapped to the opposite gender, some not able to take the change unlike others. Paris? Well, she's used to it so it was pretty much shown how comfortable she is. Her cerulean optics scanned around while her hand ruffled to his golden locks before finally seeing France (as a female... she can't deny it's him since his antics are as clear as day to her) interacting with a female that looks a LOT like England. And then the others as she chuckled at their indifference or surprise or denial or anything synonymous to those words before Paris sighed with a small smile. Well, time to let herself known. "Bonjour~" Caroline spoke in a bright tone, giving a gracious bow like a gallant gentleman ready to serve a princess. "It saddens me that some are not accustomed to this. Do not worry, Monsieur Paris will help you get used to it." It always a good thing to take note to France's usual antics (though she usually just act like that when in her 'other' persona). Well, she could have fun with this for a bit. [/style]

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color:#2a1113; line-height: 13px; width: 380px;]notes... In retrospect, Paris has the genderbending going on before this pandemic incident happened hence she seems so natural to it. Go shoot her now. tag... OPEN location... Meeting hall...? lyrics... Pierrot by Hatsune Miku credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/DANIIMALE.png) Danii had always wondered what it would have been like to be a man, after all she had spent years masquerading as a boy, mainly during wars, because it was just easier that way. But it was always something she wondered about, even after the Women's Rights Movements gave women equal rights to men. Every now and then though, the inequality would shine through and would lead Danii to once again wonder of being a man would just be easier. Which might have been why when she woke up one morning, snuggling up to a Deadpool doll that seemed much bigger the night before, she didn't scream quite as loudly as she should have upon finding that the big manly hands clutching the doll were attached to muscular arms that connected to big broad shoulders that belonged to her. Not to say that she didn't scream, because she did, though it came out more a deep yelp then anything else as she jumped out of bed, found herself tangled in her bedsheets and hit the ground with a solid thud. A groan followed as she, now a he as a matter of fact, rolled onto her back and laid staring at the ceiling, trying to wrap her mind around this. Danii had always wondered what it would be like, to be a man, and now was her chance to find out, but she definitely needed to change out of the star spangled panties and cut off Lynard Skynard shirt she had worn to bed, because right now that was just a plain weird thing to be wearing as a man. A pretty damn good looking man if she did say so herself, blue eyes and dirty blonde hair down to her ears, she had to be a good six foot one and hey! Washboard abs! A girl could get used to this...........guy? Whatever she was, at least she looked good, maybe even better then when she was a gal......nahh. Danii took to it pretty easily after a few mishaps, the first being trying to find something to wear until she could get some proper clothing, which Danii ended up borrowing from a friend in the secret service named Leon, good guy who made a pretty lady, awesome cloths. The second mishap, was attempting to figure out how to work the new equipment, and Danii quickly learned that no, it was not ok to flash your junk at someone and ask in a semi desperate voice how it worked, again, her poor buddy Leon. But while most people were panicking, Danii was so busy doing just about anything she could think of in a mans body just short of sex, that she hadn't been seen or heard from in days, even by Al, at least until her phone rang telling her she had to get to the meeting. And then she was running late because she had been horse back riding in proper cowboy gear and had to change so she wouldn't smell like a horse when she got there. Which was the first time she bothered to wonder what Al must have looked like, if he had been struck with the same problem as everyone else, which she was sure he had been. Getting there a bit later, she heard the word hero and came barreling into the conference room, nearly running over the smaller blonde woman but picking her up into a bone crushing before she could fall, "AL! Hey! You look like me......well, normal me!" Another squeeze before she put Al back down on his....her? feet, "Oh hey guys!" Danii chirped happily, even in her deeper, smoother tone, and gave everyone else a wave before finding a place to sit. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: Present! Location: World Confrence Center Music: Whatta Man Salt 'n' Pepa Notes: xD

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[atrb=border,2,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/norway.png) The afternoon before 'The Switch', Norway was doing his usual sparring with trolls, playing with magic, and working. Despite the usual noise of animals in the house, the place was fairly quiet and very secluded. The Norwegian had even gone as far as placing trolls to guard the perimeter and keep unwanted visitors away. That night, he had collapsed in exhaustion and only just managed to force himself to carry out his usual evening routine before falling dead asleep. He awoke to a wolf licking his feet. His first thought was that of questioning if he accidentally took his socks off in the night, negative. He had lacked any memory of doing that. When he rolled over, it was obvious that something was not right. There was extra mass around his chest that wasn't there the previous night and his shirt pulled uncomfortably. In an uncharacteristic bout of emotion, Norway kicked the sheets off himself violently and the wolf as well, sending the creature flying off the bed. He resisted the urge to scream. The man--woman took several deep breaths and proceeded to count backwards from one hundred starting in Norwegian and changing languages every ten numbers until reaching zero. He did this twice before deciding that he was sufficiently calmed down and his emotions back under control. In his bathroom, Norway was forced to take in the full horrors of what had occurred. For one, he had shrunk and deduced that his socks had fallen off given the sudden change in shoe size. Two, he now had breasts. And they weren't particularly small, either. Three, his hair had grown substantially and he suspected it was at least a third meter longer than usual. At first he attributed it to a faulty spell. If so, it wouldn't be the first time Norway had gotten physical changes and there was always a counter spell to put things right. The Norwegian quickly changed into something that wasn't so uncomfortable and scoured his private library for any sort of solution. Nothing. In partial defeat, Norway dialed Lillehammer's number. She should have extra clothes he could borrow. That was when he realized that his voice had raised at least an octave. The usual tenor was now a definite soprano. The voice on the other end surprised him. Lillehammer's voice sounded deeper and very furious. As calmly as he could, he explained that he had changed genders as well and that no, he hadn't called the others. She meanwhile was complaining about all the calls for his clothes. Eventually, Norway managed to placate his and sent an elf to pick up some more feminine attire. Shopping had been a nightmare. Even though Norway was often considered the more feminine of the Nordic Five, he was by no means a cross dresser. With Lillehammer's help, he settled for some very conservative clothes. He resisted the urge to curse the city when he suggested a rather...revealing dress for him to wear. The only good thing out of the entire shopping expedition was being able to purchase new coats and not fret about practicality. Norway got himself a black wool coat lined with silk which dropped to just above his ankles. Norway had also gotten some hair bands to keep his hair out of his face and finally, the hair clip he wore no longer got odd stares. That was three weeks ago. Outwardly, he seemed to be handling the change quite well. Then again, it was Norway and the arctic nation was known for his stoicism. For the meeting, he had selected a dark blue dress shirt, black slacks, black flats, and a black dress coat. His overcoat was draped over the back of his chair. Overall, very little had changed. He didn't need to select matching ties or fuss over cuff links which was a slight relief. Norway mostly ignored the usual frenzy everyone else faced, content to read his book on old Gothic architecture. He was still quiet and while Denmark seemed to embrace the changes with great enthusiasm, Iceland was far more bashful. He quietly wrote out a note and passed it to his...sister. I suppose you should call me 'Big Sister' now, Ice. Shortly after, Norway decided that maybe socializing wasn’t such an awful idea. Besides, he needed to figure out how the rest of the world was taking things. Norway scanned the room, forcing himself to adjust to seeing everyone as the wrong gender. England at least still looked like England. Book in hand, he worked his way through the masses to join his friend. ”Hallo, England. I’ve been meaning to ask you, has your magic come up with any solution to this…mishap? Outside of using Loki’s magic, I have turned up nothing but a few masking charms, but I’m not entirely sure experimenting with them would be a good idea without knowing the root of this magic.” He also invoked his ability of ignoring everyone he didn’t care about which consisted of nearly the entire room. Quite simply, he forgot their presence and therefore, they didn’t exist in his reality. It was a neat little trick he had picked up, though infuriating for everyone else. Getting used to the changes for an indefinite amount of time certainly would be interesting. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Date: Present Location: World Conference Room Music: None Notes: Jumped on the bandwagon.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/malebri.png) Brigitte really wasn't amused with the situation in the conference room, not that she ever was. Whenever she went to a meeting with Ludwig, it always seemed to start and end the same way, with no one paying the attention that they should have to the situation at hand. Normally Ludwig would be the one to wrangle everyone's attention and get them on the track that they needed to be, but he was a delicate beauty as a woman, and as such couldn't seem to bring himself to the meeting, not wanting to here that batch of laughter, instead trusting Bri to go in his place. She was used to the absentmindedness of the others, but she wasn't used to being the one to bring other nations to attention, that was always Ludwig's job. The blonde would simply stand beside him and look menacing, which admittedly was a lot easier and very much more effective now that she was built like a truck. Brigitte was standing, ready to move to the front of the room when something soft bounced off her strong back, raising a brow from behind the sunglasses she turned to identify the voice talking to her, "Gilbert? Vat zee hell, you look like mein schwester," He had a striking resemblence to Lulu, and with that thought she had to wonder where her sister had gotten off to, not having seen the other woman the entire time, "Anyway, have a seat so ve can sort all zis out ja?" She motioned him to a chair. Finally standing in the front of the room Brigitte cleared her throat in an attempt to get everyone's attention, which didn't work, not that she was the least bit surprised by that, "Excuse me, everyone....." Nope, still nothing, America walked in making too much noise, the same could have been said for his capital, France..............France was probably enjoying all of this a little too much. Slamming her gloved hands down on the table hard enough that the sound resounded through the room she barked out her words like she was talking to her soldiers, which as a man or woman always demanded attention, "ENOUGH EVERYONE!" Relaxing her stance a little she took the sunglasses off to really look at everyone there, even as a man she still had the long scar going across her face, she doubted anyone had to wonder who she was because of it. "Mein Gott Francis, did you loose ze rest of zat dress on ze way over?" No really, there was such an amazing lack of shame in that outfit that Bri had to make a comment on it, "Nevermind, now, as I'm sure you are all painfully aware at zis point, we have all genders wapped und no one knows why," That really did go without saying, "It's been causing too much confusion und turmoil, so we have to find a way to fix zis before zee situations in our respective countries get worse, ja? Now, does anyone have any ideas?" [style=padding: 0px 15px; font-size: smaller;] Date: present? o.o Location: World Conference Center Music: Mein Teil - Rammstein Notes:M!Bri omnomnom

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/f0uus9.jpg); border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 5px solid #101010; padding: 10px;] [style=width:360px; height:185px; background-color:#101010; border-top:5px solid #101010;][/style][style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:30px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ Slip away![/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]I'm already a twisted, twisted human, but certainly when I meet you[/style][style=width: 350px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; text-indent: 50px; text-align: justify;]The increasing amount of people coming in and causing noise is getting a tad too high, making the female (or, rather, male) rather hard to concentrate on what she's suppose to be doing right now; playing her game console. Since Japan won't be around, it was up to her to stand in his stead until either the meeting is over or he arrives (in a female form, no less, but knowing him...) so the prefecture sighed, knowing that (s)he have no other choice but to follow. Besides, this is Germany's capital, surely she look like they're in capable hands. Knowing the rest, however... Adjusting his attire that he got from the closet sometime ago, making him look a bit like he came straight from the older period, and his glasses (it's fake, he decided to wear one probably to make him look a bit ok), Hourai sighed as he scanned the area and observed those who are in here. Some seems quite happy with the turn of events, others not so much and the rest seems a bit neutral about it. Hourai, as stated before, doesn't care as long as her ability to play video games is still there, and switching genders doesn't seem to hinder her from that. Probably not the best idea to actually go out in the open, but with Kiku's absence, he'll have to do. For now, of course. "I suppose I can just humor them for a bit," He murmured to himself before clearing his throat, ready to speak and calling each and everyone's attention. Shutting the PSP off and placing it on the pocket of his hakama, it was the prefecture who first stood up with one hand raise, a mild-blank look appearing on his face. Yeah, Hourai's pretty amused at them, but the raven-haired prefecture seem to do a very good job not showing it. "It wonders me if, perhaps, it might wear off after a while." Plain, straight to the point, precise. "Obviously, assuming that it is cast by a magic of some sort would be out of the question since I doubt majority still believes in it." It's not to save face to someone, but rather out of obvious notion as he observe everyone else. "This is the least of our worries, however if this spread to the human populace, then I believe that would cause... uhm..." Now, how to say it in such a way to soften the blow? Ah! "Troublesome, in a way." This time, he paused, as if waiting if anyone would interject to what the male had said, or at least any objections about it. None? Really? Okinawa did not wait if there would be one as he sat down once more, adjusted the (fake) spectacles on the bridge of his nose, and looked around with a mild interest at anyone else's opinion. Though he's not in a happy mood to be pulled out of his home, he wasn't exactly in a bad mood to be in one either; besides, he rarely goes out and a few would see the seclusive prefecture at least once or twice (compared to his own people), so it's a big surprising to actually hear Hourai speak first. Unless... of course, he has some sort of ulterior motive behind this. Or something of similar. [/style] [style=line-height:3px; width:360px; border-bottom:10px solid #101010; height:6px; font-size:32px; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; color:#F83E3F; text-shadow:#000000 2px 1px 1px; letter-spacing:-2px]❧ I'll change?[/style][style=width:360px; border-top:1px dotted #F83E3F; border-bottom: 1px dotted #F83E3F; font-family:terminal; font-size:10px; color:#69644f; background-color:#202020; letter-spacing: 1]TEMPLATE BY TSU BEAR OF OTE. SONG FROM SAYONARA ZETSUBOU SENSEI.[/style][style=width: 335px;background-color: 101010; color: 4d4a3d; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 25px; text-align: left; padding-justify:40px;]TAGS: OPEN TIMELINE: Present, AU LOCATION: World Conference hall NOTES: Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei. Of course.[/style]