"Bloody frog! If you don't stop right now, I swear I will curse your arse into next week!" England shouted angrily, trying to punch France and pull out his spell book at the same time. It was yet another generic world meeting, with England, France, America, Russia, China, Germany, Italy, Japan, Canada, and Prussia present to discuss the world's issues. They tried to solve the problems, but since we all know the countries couldn't get along to save their own lives, the meetings usually ended up like this.

"Onhonhonhon! Good luck trying to curse me with magic that doesn't exist, Angleterre!" France laughed, dodging England's punches. That statement made the already pissed off Brit even angrier, and he flipped open his spell book, chanting in a mystic language that only he could understand.

"Um, England, dude, that's probably not a good idea…" America butted in, stuffing a burger into his mouth as he talked.

"Kolkolkolkol…." Russia chanted, a dark purple aura surrounding him. China dove under the table.

"Aiyah! This can't be good, aru!" He stated to no one in particular. Japan nodded, hearing China yelling. Germany sighed and face-palmed, Italy squeaked in fear and pulled out a white flag, waving it around in the air rapidly. Canada, unnoticed as always in the corner, just hugged his polar bear tighter. Prussia laughed, thinking that the strange glowing lights coming from England's spell book were awesome, though not as awesome as him, of course.

England finished chanting, a bright light flashed around the room, and a soft scream of "MAPLE!" could be heard before the light died down, leaving the conference room completely empty, like no one ever was there in the first place.

Italy woke up feeling grass tickling his face. He groaned and sat up, his head pounding. He rubbed his eyes with his hands – wait, hands? Italy slowly looked down at his hands, seeing white hooves in their place.

"Ah! Germany! Help me! I've been turned into a horse!" Italy cried, standing up shakily. He looked behind him, examining his new chestnut brown body. He noticed a pair of wings growing on his back, just behind his shoulder blades. Spotting a small pond not too far away, he walked over to it, stumbling a bit, not yet used to his four legs. He reached the edge of the pond, and looking into it, saw a brown pony with red, white, and green patterned mane and tail, but his hair curl was still in place, making him feel slightly better.

"Ugh, wha' happened?" A voice said behind him. Italy turned around, his wings fluttering happily in recognition of the voice.

"Ve! Germany, you're awake! And you're a pony, like me!" Italy said happily, trotting over to his friend, who was now a light yellow pony with black, red, and yellow stripes in his mane and short tail which was cut military style, like a war horse. His buff stature remained however. Germany jumped, seeing not Italy, but an oddly colored pegasus coming toward him.

"Who are you?" Germany asked confusedly, still slightly out of it. Italy cocked his head to the side.

"Ve, Germany, its me, Italy!" Italy cried, his wings drooping. Germany caught sight of the characteristic hair curl poking out of the pegasus' hair, and jumped.

"Italy, what the hell happened to you?" Germany asked him. Italy bounced up and down.

"I don't know Germany! The last thing I remember is England doing his spell, and when I woke up, I was a pony!" Italy told his friend, who still hadn't noticed he was a pony as well. "Ve, you're a pony too, Germany! In fact, I think everyone is!" Italy noticed, gesturing with his hoof to the scattered bodies of the rest of the countries.

"What? I'm a pony too?" Germany scoffed disbelievingly. He slowly looked down at his own body, and he screamed bloody murder, stumbling backwards over Japan's unconscious body, who woke up from the impact.

"Oof! Germany-san, what is with the noise?" Japan asked, standing up. Italy looked at his friend, who was a pure white stallion with his mane cut in the same style as his human form. A horn poked out of his forehead, and his mane and tail were pitch black.

"Japan! You're awake!" Italy shouted, galloping over to his friend. Japan blinked at him.

"Italy?" Japan asked. Italy nodded happily. Japan looked around at all the other ponies surrounding him, and walked over to them. Well, he tried to walk, but he tripped over his own hoof and fell on top of America.

"Okay! Who's trying to pull a fast one on the hero?!" America shouted, jumping up, and seeing Japan laying on the ground, Italy bouncing up and down, and Germany still quietly freaking out, screamed. "Ah! Unicorns and Pegasi and Ponies, oh my!" America shouted. He ran over to the pond Italy had seen his reflection in earlier, and caught sight of his own reflection.

"What the hell!" America yelled, seeing not his heroic self, but a sandy colored pegasus with red and white striped mane with his cowlick firmly in place. He looked back at his tail, seeing it was a dark blue with streaks of white in it.

"Awesome! Just like my flag!" He stated proudly, flickering his tail back and forth.

"Oh will you shut it, bloody git!" England shouted from his spot on the ground. America trotted over to him.

"Hey England! Your spell turned us into ponies, jerk!" America shouted at England. England looked up sharply at him, seeing America was indeed, a pegasus.

"Ah!" England shouted, sitting up suddenly. America snickered at his behavior, then went to bother Japan. England looked at his own body, feeling his forehead and feeling a horn like Japan's. England twisted his neck backwards, seeing his body was now dark green like his uniform. His tail was red, white, and blue, and vaguely patterned like the Union Jack. He came to the conclusion that his mane was the same way. He stood up and stumbled over to wear the rest of the countries who were conscious had gathered.

"Onhonhonhon! Even as a pony, I am gorgeous!" England heard behind him. He sighed and gritted his teeth. Don't turn around, England, England thought to himself. France had woken up, and noticed he was a light purple pony with a blonde wavy mane, and had a just as wavy tail with red, white, and blue streaks dyed into it. France jumped on top of England, positively giddy with his new form.

"Angleterre, this is your greatest spell yet!" France told him happily.

"I thought you said magic didn't exist? Now get the bloody hell off me!" England shouted, struggling underneath France's weight. France complied for once, clambering off England and backing straight into someone.

"You are France, da?" The someone said. France froze, slowly turning around. Behind him stood the creepiest pony of all; Russia. His scarf was still in place, but he was rather large for a pony. His coat was light gray, and his tail and mane were blue with the tips colored red and the roots colored white, leaving a blue stripe in between the white and red.

"Aiyah…what happened, aru?" China asked nopony in particular, wobbly standing up. England looked at China. He was a red pony with a black mane and tail. His tail had a band in it, like his human ponytail. Like England and Japan, he was a unicorn. The scar on his back was plainly visible, which made Japan look away guiltily. That left just Prussia and Canada unconscious.

"Dude, who's the un-awesome person who did this to me?" Prussia shouted angrily. Okay, scratch that, just Canada was unconscious. Everyone, whether they wanted to or not, had to stare at the awesomeness that was Prussia. For unlike everyone else who was turned into either a regular old pony, a pegasus, or a unicorn, Prussia had been turned into a griffon.

"What?" Prussia asked them. His lion body was dark blue, the tip of his tail black. His head and eagle body were as snow white as his hair as a human. Catching sight of his reflection in the pond, he laughed out loud.

"I agree with France, England! This is totally awesome!" He shouted, stretching out his wings. America jumped, noticing Canada, who for once, was not transparent.

"Hey Canadia! When did you get here?" America yelled, nudging Canada's body with his hoof. Canada had been turned into a sandy colored pegasus, like America, but his mane and tail were red and white. Canada groaned, blinked, and sat up. England trotted over, seeing a mark on Canada's flank in the shape of a red maple leaf with a set of piano keys wrapping in a circle around it.

"What's that?" England asked, gesturing to Canada's flank.

"Whoa! Bro, you got a tattoo of a leaf on your butt?" America asked, seeing the cutie mark as well. Canada huffed, irritated.

"You have a mark too, America." Canada stated. America immediately turned around, seeing his own mark, which was in the shape of a star with the word 'hero' written in capital letters in it. England looked behind him for his own mark, which was a skull with twin star tipped wands crossed behind it.

"I assume mine is that particular shape because I used to be a pirate." England muttered to himself. Meanwhile, everypony else was checking their own flanks for marks.

Russia's was a yellow sunflower, making him happy. China had a large yellow star, with four smaller stars in a semi-circle around the left side of it, like his flag. Prussia, being a griffon, did not have a cutie mark, making him grumpy. Italy's was a large plate of pasta with a white flag sticking out of the top of it. Behind it was a faint shadow of a key, which he did not bother to explain to the rest of the countries. Japan had a rising sun on his flank.

"It must be because my name means 'Land of the Rising Sun'." Japan said proudly. Germany's was a Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, so much like the one he wore around his neck. France had a red rose, like he could possibly have anything else.

"Well, now that we've all calmed down, can we try to find out where we are?" England asked the group. Everypony nodded, staring around at the lush meadow they were in. America raised his hoof in the air and waved it back and forth.

"How about we split up into groups of two and head in different directions? There has to be a town or something around here. We can meet up back here after an hour." Everypony stared at him.

"What?" America asked, confused.

"That has to be the most logical thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth, America." England stated, still in awe. Everypony nodded.

"Alright then! I'll go with Canadia!" America said happily, grabbing said pegasus around the neck.

"I'm Canada." Canada said, irritated. France trotted over to Prussia.

"I'll go with Prussia. He is the only one here who understands my true beauty!" France stated. Prussia sighed, but nodded in agreement. After a few minutes of bickering, the groups ended up like this; America and Canada, France and Prussia, Italy and Germany, England and Japan, and Russia and China. The countries headed off in different directions, to meet up at the pond in an hour, as promised.