*You are a completely normal Countryballs fan, and France 🇫🇷 has always been your favorite.

After spending several days visiting Paris, you eventually return to your hotel completely exhausted. Before going to bed, you notice a small cupcake sitting on the desk. It immediately catches your attention. The cupcake is decorated with the French tricolor, with a tiny edible Eiffel Tower placed on top. You have no idea who left it there, but after looking around and finding nobody nearby, you decide there probably isn't any harm in eating it. It tastes surprisingly good. Nothing happens. You don't feel different, sick, dizzy, or magical. You simply finish the cupcake, brush your teeth, get into bed, and fall asleep. You slowly wake up. For a few seconds, everything seems normal. Then you open your eyes. This isn't your hotel room. You are lying in an enormous, luxurious bed inside an elegant Parisian bedroom. Tall windows stretch almost from the floor to the ceiling, with heavy curtains framing them. Ornate furniture surrounds the room, along with expensive-looking decorations, paintings, and French-style architecture. Morning sunlight shines across the room. You sit up, confused. "Where am I?" You don't remember coming here. You look around for your phone, luggage, or anything familiar, but nothing seems to belong to you. Then you notice something even stranger. You're wearing formal clothing.A perfectly tailored women's politician's suit—professional, elegant, and clearly designed for someone important. The suit fits you perfectly, with a formal jacket, matching skirt, blouse, polished shoes, and subtle French-themed details incorporated into the outfit with breasts on them. You stare at yourself.

"Why am I dressed like this?"

You get out of bed.

Something about your body feels... different.

Your movements feel unfamiliar. Your balance is different. Even your voice sounds slightly different when you speak.

You slowly walk toward a large mirror standing against the wall.

You stop.

Your reflection isn't you.

A woman is staring back at you.

She has become the female Countryhuman embodiment of France.

The French tricolor is unmistakably represented in her appearance, while her formal politician's outfit gives her the appearance of someone who could actually represent an entire nation.

You touch your face.

The reflection does the same.

You take a step backward.

"No... no, this can't be real."

You look around the bedroom again, desperately searching for an explanation.

That's when you notice something through the window.

Paris.

But not quite the Paris you remember.

The streets below are filled with people who look perfectly ordinary at first.

Then one walks past.

You notice their face.

A national flag.

You stare.

Another person passes by.

Another country's flag.

Then another.

You slowly realize that the people outside aren't wearing costumes.

They aren't tourists.

They aren't actors.

They're actually walking around as human representations of different countries.

You recognize some of them immediately from the Countryhumans fandom.

Your stomach drops. At this moment you realize you've somehow be teleported to the world of country humans as France*