This prompt is absolute crack. It's July 4th. England uses his powers to use a trick in the beer of the party, but his trick has no effect. Aparently. In the end, he drinks the beer too, cursing everybody while he is still hidden from view. When everybody wake up in the next morning, they are in different places from the ones that they were when they slept. And they are in other person's body! Now America, the hero, in other person body, together with England, need to save the world from... themselves? Things become complicated when the United Kingdom becomes a colony of... Sealand? And governments of America, Russia and China become... allies for world domination?
Bonus 1: Hungary woke up in America's body, and Japan in China's body, and now they will use their power to impose the "Yaoi Dictatorship"!
Bonus 2: America and England woke up in bodies that belong to people that were in a relationship.
Bonus 3: The cure to the curse happens just if the one that cast a spell (England) acts like the owner of the body that he now has control over (even having sex with the person's partner body).
Re: America/England - All the countries change bodies!
OP, would you be opposed to Prumano as a side pairing? I won't do it if you don't like it, but it ties in really well so far... ^^; The other pairing are pretty common, I think... It'll be a surprise. :)
I'm really sorry about the title, okay? I hate titles. I hope that the formatting will come out all right, since LJ is being wonky. Also, let me ask again; OP, are you opposed to Prumano as a side pairing, especially knowing whose body they ended up with? I think it'd be hilarious. Aside from that, there'll be a shitload of bodyswapped characters, some characters who haven't swapped (maybe they don't like beer), awkward situations, a lot of tripping over legs, failing to do one's hair, and France with boobs. I hope you'll like it.
Sweden had always been an early raiser. He liked to be up and about before everyone else and enjoy some minutes of silence. So, as usual, the day after America’s birthday, the nation woke up early. He stared at the ceiling of the hotel room for a while, feeling slightly disoriented. He blinked when he realized that he couldn’t hear Finland’s heavy snoring. They did share a room, didn’t they? Sweden, now very confused – Finland never, ever, woke up early – sat up and frowned in shock when he saw brown hair fall in front of his eyes. He looked down and frowned more. He did not recognize his pajamas. He also didn’t recognize the slender hands coming from the sleeves. Those were definitely not his hands, yet he could move the fingers.
The nation, somewhat clumsily, swung his now much shorter legs over the edge of the bed. After pushing the irritating long hair out of his eyes and realizing he could see clearly without glasses, the Swede staggered to the bathroom, where he looked in the mirror. His eyes widened at his reflection.
Lithuania. -- Lithuania had absolutely not been expecting to wake up next to Seborga, the friendly Italian micronation. He also had not been expecting said micronation to jump up in anger after opening his eyes and begin screaming at him. The screaming wasn’t for long, however, as Seborga fell silent after the sentence “WHERE IS LIECHTENSTEIN?”, which seemed like an odd thing for Seborga to say to begin with.
Lithuania answered, “I really don’t know.” Then he realized there was something wrong with his voice. He stared at Seborga for a minute, and the Italian stared back.
“You aren’t Sealand, are you?” the micronation asked. There was something wrong with his accent as well. It slanted, sounded less Italian and more German.
“I’m Lithuania,” answered Lithuania in a small voice, then added, “Switzerland?” He heard how ridiculous he sounded, British mixing with his Lithuanian accent – and perhaps some American left over from the 1920s. He almost laughed, but then started panicking. “How did this happen? Why am I Sealand? Why are you Seborga? Where is the rest?”
“Calm down.” Switzerland/Seborga shook his head and looked at his hands in wonder. “England must have messed up,” he decided, face turning grim. It was strange to see Seborga with such a serious expression. Lithuania actually did laugh this time, but more because he was nervous. Switzerland frowned at him and said, “We have to go find the other nations. Just put on a jacket and shoes, those should be around somewhere, I guess, and we’ll go.” -- Turkey thought he was still dreaming when he opened his eyes to see Iceland occupying the bed next to him. That is, until Iceland opened his eyes, blinked several times and then exclaimed in a distorted accent, “Hey Norway! What are you doing here?” He shot up immediately after. “I sound so weird!” the young nation shouted. He then looked at his hands in wonder and tugged his hair so he could see it. Turkey, for his part, lay absolutely still, watching blond hair fall in front of his eyes in shock. Norway? Had Iceland called him Norway?
“Norway!” Oh yes, he was doing it again. “Norway, I’ve turned into Iceland!” There was a distressed look in the young man’s eyes.
Turkey groaned. He sat up, feeling too light, and put his head in his hands. “Who are you, then?” he asked. His voice sounded far too sultry for his liking.
“Seborga!” Iceland answered.
“Seborga. Of course. Why not.” Turkey looked up at him. “Seborga, something went wrong, ‘cause I’m Turkey, not Norway. Someone messed up big time here.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Stop doing that look, kid. Go put on your clothes and we’ll see who to blame for this.” He hoped it was Greece. --
Finland snores horribly, was the first thing Poland thought when he groggily woke up. Secondly, he realized that he was in bed with Finland. Thirdly, he realized that everything further than thirty centimetres away was blurry.
“Oh, my god!” Fourthly, something was horribly, horribly wrong with his voice. Finland didn’t wake up.
“Oh, my god!” Poland started flailing. His body felt heavy and slow and he tangled himself in the sheets and fell off the bed. The thud when he hit the floor was too loud. “What is this?!” the Pole screeched, except he didn’t screech because his voice was too low. Finland didn’t even stop snoring through all this. Poland picked up his heavy limbs and managed to stand up. He cursed in Polish, but the sounds were wrong, like this new voice wasn’t used to speaking his language. The nation managed to locate Finland and shook the man’s shoulders. After a very, very long time – about a minute, really – the Northern European stopped snoring and slapped Poland’s hands away.
“Sweden, I do not… Really understand what you…” The Finn trailed off.
“What?” Poland asked irritably. There was some movement by Finland, but he couldn’t see what he was doing exactly. Something cold was pressed into Poland’s hands. He held it close to his face so he could see what it was. A pair of glasses. He put them on and could see Finland staring at him with a weird expression on his face. “What?” the Pole asked again.
“I would say… That something…” Finland tilted his head. “Out-of-the-ordinary happened last night.”
“What are you talking about? Why do I sound all weird? Moreover, why are you even in my bed? And why do you talk all, like, un-Finlandlike?”
“It’s because… Poland… You are Sweden, and I… Am Greece.”
“Wait, what did you just say?”
Greece/Finland smiled at him. “I’d say there… Was magic involved. You’re Sweden now, and… I’m Finland.”
Poland looked down at himself for the first time. The height at which he stood was almost dazzling. “You’re actually right…” he concluded. “Oh, my god.” And he fainted. -- Ukraine knew as soon as she opened her eyes that there was something wrong. She was lying on her stomach, which was normally impossible for her. She narrowed her eyes and looked around. The hotel room was nothing out of the ordinary, but then again, every hotel room looked the same. Blond hair fell in front of her eyes as usual. When she stood up, she found that she was still the same height. Nevertheless, her breasts couldn’t just disappear overnight, so there was definitely something wrong.
“A mirror,” she said to herself. Her voice startled her. “Hello, hello,” she tested. Then the nation sat down on the bed. She didn’t need a mirror anymore – she’d know that voice anywhere. “How in the world,” she started out loud, just to assure herself that she wasn’t dreaming, “did I end up as Poland?” -- To say Veneziano was shocked when he woke up to look himself in the eye would be an understatement. The Italian actually screamed and was about to leap out of the bed when he felt his own hand close around his wrist. He flailed, but apparently, he was stronger than he knew.
“Calm down,” the other Veneziano said. He only sounded half-Italian. His L was too heavy.
“Who are you?!” the actual Veneziano screeched in panic.
“I’m now Italy, but Russia most of the time,” the person calmly declared. He let go of Veneziano’s wrist and sat up. “I was awake for some time. Who are you, exactly?”
Veneziano had leapt up as soon as Russia let go of him and began rummaging around in his own suitcase. He found what he was looking for after frantically messing up his clothes. A mirror. “I’m… I’m fratello,” he concluded. His gaze shifted from his reflection to Russia, who was frowning. “But if I’m Romano, and you’re me, then where is the actual Romano?”
Russia raised an eyebrow and smiled creepily. Veneziano screamed at that look on his own face. --
“I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING! WHERE IS MY BROTHER?!”
“DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW? FUCKING POTATO BASTARD COULD BE IN HELL FOR ALL I CARE.”
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT RUSSIA?”
“WHAT KIND OF SHIT BROTHER ARE YOU? HIS NAME IS PRUSSIA, EVEN I KNOW THAT!”
“YOU’RE PRUSSIA!”
Both fell silent. They looked at each other from their respective beds. Their eyes widened. Then they both jumped up to race to the bathroom. Romano didn’t trip over his own legs and won. He cursed when he found red eyes staring back at him in the mirror. Germany came in, stumbling. He also cursed, in distorted Russian.
“Someone will have to pay for this,” he said.
Romano stopped being frozen in shock for long enough to nod. Then he turned around. “Belarus.”
Belarus/Germany narrowed her/his eyes. “That’s right.” Eyes raked over Romano’s body – or really Prussia’s body right now. “South Italy, yes?”
“Yes.” God, he hated this voice. It was awful enough having to listen to it, but now it was his voice and he had to talk with it. “And I think we have some hunting down to do.” Romano hoped he would never see Germany smile like he smiled after that statement again. -- It had been a long time since Prussia had woken up with a girl in his arms. He smiled when he did just that on the fifth of July. He couldn’t quite remember everything that has happened last night, but he had probably picked up a pretty American girl after America’s birthday party. It had been quite awesome, that much he knew. The young man opened his eyes to check out the lucky girl snuggled up by his side.
He shrieked. She woke up.
“H-Hungary!” he stammered, at the same time that she asked, “Austria?”
Prussia looked at her. She was definitely Hungary, but he was definitely not Austria. “What do you mean, Austri…a… O GOD MY VOICE!” He sounded like Austria! At the same time that he realized that, he felt a strand of hair brush his cheek. His hair didn’t brush his cheeks. It was too short to. He shook his head. The hair fell in front of his eyes. Dark. Dark hair. “I’M AUSTRIA!”
Hungary, meanwhile, was combing through her own hair in fascination. “I’m Hungary,” she said. “I’m Hungary. How on earth…?”
Their eyes met. Prussia managed to calm down. They both sat up. She extended her hand. “Belgium.”
He shook it absentmindedly. “Prussia. What the fuck is going on here?”
Belgium shrugged. “Probably some magic gone wrong. Nothing unusual, really. Just don’t swear, okay? Austria swearing is like the apocalypse waiting to happen.”
Prussia glared at her. “Nothing unusual? I’m Austria, for fuck’s sake! How is that nothing unusual?!” He looked around and noticed something. “I knew he didn’t need those glasses!” Belgium laughed and began crawling out of the bed.
“I guess we should go and see if anyone else is affected. I’m sure that whoever caused this will find a cure soon.” She actually took the time to pick Hungary’s hairpiece up from the bedside drawer and stick it in her hair. “She’d kill me if I didn’t do that,” she shrugged when she saw Prussia’s look. “Come on, let’s go.”
Prussia didn’t put on Austria’s glasses. -- Sealand’s whole body felt heavy when he woke up. He decided that he would never secretly drink beer again. It hadn’t tasted good to begin with. The micronation raised a heavy hand to rub at his forehead. He stilled in his movements when he noticed something off.
“My eyebrows?” He gasped. “My voice?!” Excitedly, he stumbled out of bed. Maybe he’d finally become a real nation, a grownup! He gasped again when he saw himself reflected in the window, but this time in shock. “This must be jerk England’s fault!” he said to the reflection. He couldn’t help but giggle at how silly his accent sounded. Then his face contorted at how creepy his laugh sounded. “Oh!” Sealand tried moving all his long limbs. He walked around a bit. “I bet I’m even taller than Dad now! And I’m super powerful!” He smiled. “Sooper powerfooll.” That sounded so silly! “I’m Russia and I’m sooper powerfooll and tall! I will scare jerk England and he’ll have to recognize me as a nation!” --
Seychelles woke up because she felt itchy. Her chin felt itchy, to be exact. When she scratched, she felt small hairs prickle her fingers. She widened her eyes. Had she gotten a beard? How was that possible? The island nation reached up to brush a hand through her hair out of habit, but it was too short. She shot up. She wasn’t wearing a shirt, but that was the least of her concerns right now. Everything felt heavier than usual. Her skin was lighter. And most obviously, she was a man.
“Oh, goodness,” she whispered, startling herself with the heavy voice coming from her mouth. It sounded slightly familiar, but she couldn’t place it, so Seychelles began clambering off the bed. There had to be a mirror around. She’d heard of weird, magical, things happening to nations, but never thought she’d be on the receiving end of it.
Bathroom. Every bathroom has a mirror, she thought. Sure enough, the African girl managed to get her long, heavy limbs into the bathroom so that she could look in the mirror.
The stubble actually looks good, was the first thing she thought. Then: OH MY GOD I’M AUSTRALIA! -- Denmark had hair in his mouth. Black hair, he saw when he opened his eyes. He spit it out and raised a hand from the mattress to brush the last hairs away. He stopped when he saw his hand. Or rather, not his hand at all. He twisted his wrist. Okay, the hand was attached to him, but it was not his. The skin colour was too dark, and it was obviously a girl’s hand. He used the foreign hand to brush the hairs away nonetheless. Then he noticed that those black hairs were connected to his head. He plucked a strand from the pillow and tugged.
“Ow!” Definitely connected to his head. And his voice sounded girly as well. Denmark lay on the bed quietly. This was probably Norway’s fault, he thought. His neighbour could get extremely pissed after a few drinks. It wouldn’t be the first time he played a magic trick on Denmark. The Dane sighed and rolled out of bed. He saw a mirror on the nightstand and picked it up. Then he frowned, because why would Norway involve Seychelles in his trick? -- Norway was confused, because he couldn’t think of any reason that Japan would be sleeping next to him. That is, until he looked at himself and woke up enough to sense the overwhelming amount of magic in the air.
The Scandinavian nation swung Greece’s long legs out of the bed. “England,” he said to himself. He found Greece’s shoes, pulled them on and set out to look for the Brit. -- Germany woke up when he heard a door close. He blinked several times, but there was a sort of haze in front of his eyes. When he sat up in confusion, the German realized that it had been hair. Then he realized that he didn’t have black hair. He also realized this wasn’t his hotel room, for Prussia was nowhere to be found, and the only clothes he could see were sandy coloured trousers and a blue… Dress of sorts. Japan had taught him the name of that thing, but he never bothered to remember.
Wait, Japan. Germany leapt up, catapulting himself from the bed because he’d miscalculated his weight, and stumbled over to where he saw Japan’s smartphone. He picked the thing up and looked at his reflection.
“Japan…?” Germany shook his head, the bangs brushing his cheeks. It tickled. How could Japan handle that? “Japan. Oh, god.” He put the phone down. “What happened?!” -- That morning, Japan woke later than usual. He located a clock and, alarmed, rolled out of bed. He stilled in his movements when he felt hair brush his neck. That hair wasn’t supposed to be here, was it? The Asian slowly reached up to feel. His hair was definitely too long. Now that he thought about it, if he remembered correctly, he’d been sharing a room with Greece, yet that nation was nowhere to be seen. And there wasn’t a chance Greece actually woke up before him.
Japan frowned. What had happened last night? Nothing that was memorable, he concluded. He pursed his lips and went to look for a mirror or some other reflective surface. What the man saw in a window startled him.
China was a morning person. He liked to watch sunrises; he thought those were the only peaceful moment of the day. On the fifth of July, the Oriental nation was too late to catch a glimpse of the sunrise. However, he did catch a glimpse of his reflection in the window of the American hotel room.
“Aiyaa...”
He calmly sat down and concentrated. He could feel magic, but it usually took a lot of time. This time, however, it was a matter of seconds.
“That is a lot of magic,” China whispered. He looked at his reflection again. “A lot of magic.” He nodded uneasily. Belarus nodded back in the window. -- There weren’t many things that he hated, but Australia could say he honestly despised magic. He had often been a test subject when England wanted to try a new spell, and while the outcome would often be funny or even useful, being turned into all sorts of things was not the best way to pass your time. Therefore, when the nation woke up with light blond hair covering his eyes and the sound of an unfamiliar, aggressive travel alarm in his ears, he knew something was wrong.
There was a telephone on his nightstand. Australia picked it up after putting the alarm out. The phone was an old type, but that was not of importance. What was important is that it had a reflective surface. Australia blew the hair from his face and looked. He dropped the phone.
“Of all the people, England, why did it have to be Switzerland?” -- South Korea was known to be a bit reckless and do things without looking properly. That morning, the Asian woke up in his hotel room, staggered over to the bathroom with his eyes half closed to go to the toilet and, when he’d done that, dropped his clothes to step into the shower. He stood under the water for a minute or so, trying to wake up. When he was finally able to actually open his eyes to look around, the Korean shrieked. Someone had dyed his hair blond! Hong Kong, he thought immediately. It must have been him.
He stepped out of the shower to look in the mirror and shrieked again, louder this time. He quickly picked up a towel and draped it around his waist. The person looking back at him was not Korea, not even with blond hair. It was unmistakeably Denmark. -- Iceland woke up because someone was knocking at his door loudly. He groaned, dragged his heavy limbs to the door and opened… To Norway and himself? In pajamas?
Norway stepped in front. “Are you Norway?” he asked, but his accent sounded wrong.
“I’m Iceland,” Iceland answered unsurely. Norway looked at the other Iceland, whose mouth fell open.
“You’re Iceland,” he repeated. Iceland nodded.
“Last I checked…” There was something wrong with his voice as well. It sounded too harsh.
“Check again, then,” said Norway. “’Cause you’re me now.”
“No, no, you’re you… What?” Iceland looked down at himself. He was too tall, too tan, and far too hairy. “I’m you?”
“Turkey. This is Seborga. We’re looking for your brother and England. Put on a shirt and some shoes and we’ll go.” To say Iceland was confused would be the understatement of the century. -- France was extremely uncomfortable. He could barely breathe. It was like there was something heavy pressing on his chest. The nation took a deep breath and sat up. The weight fell off his chest, but was transferred to his shoulders and neck. The Frenchman groaned. He opened his eyes.
“MERDE!”
He had boobs. And what boobs. Worthy of Ukraine. “Mon dieu,” France said, confused. When he heard his voice, his confusion grew. Had he turned into a girl overnight? If he did, it was surely England’s fault. He decided to see for himself and hobbled over to the bathroom. What he saw in the mirror over the sink was a surprise. He had, indeed, turned into a girl. But not just any girl. He was Ukraine. --
The Netherlands had experienced many weird things. But none of those were quite as strange as waking up, attempting to put out the alarm but being unable to find the button despite having used the same alarm clock for years, eventually smashing the whole thing against the wall, noticing your arm tanned overnight, rushing to the bathroom to see if anyone pulled a prank on you, halfway to the bathroom realizing there is no one in your bed while there really should be, tripping over your own legs, falling into the door, standing up and finally checking your reflection to see the person you hate most staring back at you.
Netherlands could not stop looking in the mirror. He poked his face. It was really him, except it was not. He turned around in anger. Someone would have to pay for turning him into Spain. -- Spain hardly ever minded anything. And he really didn’t mind waking up to loud K-Pop blasting from a smartphone. However, he did find it very annoying that it took half a song to locate the phone in question and then the rest of the song and another one to figure out how to unlock the thing and turn the alarm off. It also didn’t help that Spain felt particularly clumsy for some reason. When the nation had finally succeeded in shutting off the sound, he tried to check the news on the phone. It was only then that he realized everything on the thing was in Korean, not only the song title. He blinked. He should have thought someone played a prank on him, but it didn’t feel like that.
The Spaniard set the phone down. Then he picked it up again and looked into its surface. He widened his eyes.
Korea? -- Finland was cold. That was weird, since it was summer and he was in the south of the USA, but for Finland, it was simply because Sweden was not there. Sweden was warm, and although he did wake up early most of the time, he usually left a warm spot behind. So either Sweden had been up for a long time, or something was wrong. Finland decided to go with the latter and jumped out of bed. He immediately realized why he was cold; he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
The Finn cursed, while grabbing some sheets to wrap around himself. Then he cursed again when he heard his voice. He picked up all his sheets and rushed to the bathroom. He glared at his reflection and attempted to scratch his chin with his shoulder, which made his shoulder burn. He couldn’t let go of the sheets, however, because he didn’t really want to see a naked France in the mirror. Finland sighed. This would probably be a long day. -- She probably should have been more weirded out, but Hungary was a pretty old nation and had seen a lot of things.
When she woke up, she could, in fact, see almost nothing. Everything was blurry. She’d rubbed her eyes time and time again, to no avail. Eventually, she’d sat up. The weight of her hair was gone. She’d touched her head and concluded that she still had hair, but that it was much, much shorter than before. Also, there was a strand sticking up. She’d felt her chest. Nothing. After that, the nation got the brilliant idea to look for glasses. She’d found a pair after poking around the nightstand and had put them on. There was also a mirror, she saw. She’d looked into it.
America. She wasn’t even that surprised, although she was slightly concerned about the other nations and particularly her own body. Other than that, she felt calm. Right now, she was eating breakfast in America’s kitchen. She’d have to go to the hotel later. Perhaps only she and America had changed, but, she thought, that would be ridiculous. Other than that, she thought this would make for some very interesting situations. She hoped America had a decent camera around here. --
The first thing that Canada thought when he woke up was that he needed a haircut. He’d thought that every morning for the past few weeks, so that was nothing unusual. What was unusual was that the nation was alone, while he was sure that Netherlands should at least be around. After some time the Canadian also realized that he could see clearly.
He blinked and sat up, running a hand through his hair. It felt too long – it had never been this long, and it couldn’t have grown this long in one night. The clothes he could see draped over a chair were not his – since when did he wear green summer dresses? – and most importantly, Canada couldn’t remember being a girl.
Still not fully awake, the nation managed to grab a mirror from the bedside table. Once he had seen his reflection, he was completely alert. It showed Belgium. -- Austria had the worst headache ever. He also felt exhausted, as if he’d fought a battle yesterday. The European nation sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands. What had he done? And was he wearing a suit? To bed? He groaned. There was a rap at his door. It opened right after.
“England!”
Austria groaned again.
“Is this your fault, England?”
Austria fell back on the bed. “I am not England,” he sighed.
“He’s not England.”
“Of course he’s not England.”
“Is he not England?!”
“Seborga, don’t shout.” A figure stopped by Austria’s side. He squinted. It was Norway. The figure spoke. “Who are you then? Norway? We’re still looking for him.”
“You are Norway. I am Austria, of course. Can you not see?”
“You might wanna look in the mirror, Austria. Huh? Oh, thanks. Here, a mirror.”
Austria looked up. Yes, it was a mirror. However, didn’t mirrors reflect? This mirror was showing England, obviously with a hangover. Austria frowned and opened his mouth to comment. The reflection did the same. Austria widened his eyes. “I am England?” he mumbled.
“Yeah. I’m Turkey, actually, and those guys are Seborga and Iceland. Iceland’s me and Seborga’s Iceland, if that makes any sense. Wanna come search for Norway and England?”
“I do think that is a good idea,” Austria answered, dumbfounded. -- The first thing that America did when he woke up was reaching for his glasses, as he usually did. However, instead of grabbing those, he felt hair brushing his hand. The nation yelped and shot up. Who was in his bed? He could only vaguely make out the shape of a person sleeping next to him, but it was as if his eyes had gotten even worse overnight.
America found his glasses on his other side. Now that he could see the other person clearly, he couldn’t help but yelp again. Netherlands? The American nation stared at the man. He was in a hotel room. With Netherlands. While he was absolutely sure that he’d gone home last night after his birthday party and Netherlands was his brother’s boyfriend, for god’s sake! America clasped a hand over his mouth. Maybe Canada was playing a prank on him because he’d forgotten his birthday again?
He brushed his hair from his eyes. It was too long; he really needed a haircut, America noted absentmindedly. Then he bit his lip and poked Netherlands’s shoulder. After a few pokes, the Dutchman woke up.
“Mhm?” Bleary-eyed, the nation turned to America. “What?” He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat. “Who are you?”
“I’m America, duh!”
“Hm.” There was a pause. “Something doesn’t seem right about that answer.” Another pause. “I sound weird.”
America nodded. He did sound different from usual. Netherlands groaned.
“I’m not England, am I?” he suddenly asked.
“Of course you’re not England!”
The Dutchman raked a hand through his hair – it was longer down than America had thought it would be. “I’m not England. Oh, bloody hell, it worked after all.”
“Dude, what are you talking about?”
Netherlands sat up. “Have you looked in a mirror, America?” When America shook his head in response, the man reached back to get his telephone. “You might want to.” His voice cracked a bit.
America took the phone and looked into its reflective surface. He stared. “I… Canada really needs a haircut, doesn’t he?”
“I’ve told him so, too.”
America set the phone down. He looked at Netherlands… England. It was England. “England…”
“Yes?”
“WHY AM I NOT MYSELF?”
“I’M SORRY! I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD WORK!”
“YOU CAUSED THIS?” He leapt forward, placing his hands on England’s shoulders. “YOU CAUSED IT? HOW? WHO ELSE IS AFFECTED?” He shook the other nation.
England pushed America away, easier than he would usually be able to do. “Calm down, you git!” He pushed his hair from his eyes in an irritated manner. “I would say that, ah, everyone who had as much as a sip of beer yesterday evening is… Affected. Has ended up in a different body than their own.” He had turned his gaze away from America. “I didn’t know it would cause this.”
“Apologize later. Think of a cure now.”
“I don’t know, okay?” England clumsily manoeuvred his tall body out of the bed. “Perhaps Norway can be of assistance. We just don’t know who Norway is, of course.” He tripped over his feet. America, who had stood up, tried to catch him, but miscalculated both his strength and the weight of Netherlands’s body in comparison to England’s. They ended up falling to the ground. England groaned. “There has to be a cure. And I have to find it soon.”
“You better!” America commented. He sat up, happy that he wasn’t as clumsy with his new body as England. After all, he and Canada were much alike. “You know what, since I’m the hero, I’ll even help you, even though this isn’t my fault!”
“You really should not.”
“We’ll fix this in no time!” He jumped up. “Get up, we have to find the rest!”
“I don’t want to find the rest. They’ll blame me,” England commented miserably.
“You caused it, it’s your own fault. Here, let’s go.” He stuck out a hand to help England up. The nation looked at him indignantly – which looked pretty natural on Netherlands’s face – and hauled himself up.
“Only if you put on a shirt.”
America looked down at himself. “Aw man!” He bolted to Canada’s suitcase and found his brother’s favourite sweater. “There. Now let’s go.”
“I haven’t got a good feeling about this.”
“You’re taller than me, do you think I like it?”
England smirked contentedly.
I'm hating LJ right now, this is about the ninth time I'm trying to post this.
There. The first, ultra-long chapter. I hope NedCan is okay. I first had England as Canada and America as Netherlands, but then I thought that'd be very awkward for America. xD
I made a list! Look! Character; in whose body they are America; Canada Australia; Switzerland Austria; England Belarus; Germany Belgium; Hungary Canada; Belgium China; Belarus Denmark; Seychelles England; Netherlands Finland; France France; Ukraine Germany; Japan Greece; Finland Hungary; America Iceland; Turkey Japan; China Lithuania; Sealand Netherlands; Spain Norway; Greece Poland; Sweden Prussia; Austria Romano; Prussia Russia; Veneziano Sealand; Russia Seborga; Iceland Seychelles; Australia South Korea; Denmark Spain; South Korea Sweden; Lithuania Switzerland; Seborga Turkey; Norway Ukraine; Poland Veneziano; Romano
Not OP, but...Authornon, this is fantastic. The switching choices alone were hilarious. Some priceless moments occurred just in the first part. The future comedy potential is limitless.
I find it very interesting that America inhabiting Canada's body means that he's changed the least of anyone. You definitely did a good job with the people's bodies that England and America are occupying. I think you went in the right direction with it.
I really hope you continue this fill because I can't wait to see how things go down, what England's reason was for doing whatever magic thing he did, the process it will take for England to reverse the whole debacle.
Loving this so far. Seriously, seriously loving this. I love all of their reactions (or in some cases, like Hungary's, lack of reaction). I think my favorite scene had to have been Romano and Belarus's, though. That was hilarious. Especially the whole, "What kind of brother are you? Even I know his name is Prussia!" thing.
Anyways, really got a kick outta this story, and I really hope you continue, author anon. :) Happy Holidays!
Also known as: The chapter in which nothing happens yet.
When Canada reached the reception area of the hotel, there were already several nations present. He could see a positively livid Spain talking to Korea, as well as Belarus, Japan, the Italy brothers, Sealand, Seborga, Lithuania, and Russia. Almost everyone was in their nightwear, some with jackets or jeans on top. Just then, Austria and Hungary walked in from the other side of the room. Hungary promptly came over to Canada when she spotted him. He smiled; maybe being in Belgium’s body meant that he wasn’t invisible anymore. Hungary looked at him intently.
“Hungary?” she eventually asked.
Canada blinked. “No, Canada,” he answered.
“Oh!” She turned when Austria came up next to her. “It’s more complicated than we thought, Prussia.”
“Yeah?” He looked at Canada. “So you’re not Hungary, then?”
“I’m Canada.”
“Complicated. Yeah.” Austria, who was apparently Prussia, rubbed his eyes. Canada noticed that he wasn’t wearing glasses like Austria did. “I wonder where and who West is though.” He smirked, which looked plain creepy on Austria’s face. “I hope he’s Poland or something, that’d be hilarious.”
Hungary raised her eyebrows. “Oh, wait,” she said, and turned back to Canada. “I’m Belgium, actually. That’s why I asked if you were Hungary. Apparently we haven’t just switched.”
“It seems so,” Canada repeated. His voice cracked a bit and he couldn’t stop a French accent from taking over. Belgium laughed a bit.
“I wonder where my brother is, too,” she added. Canada nodded. The question was answered when a still angry-looking Spain came striding over to the three of them, with Korea in tow. The former grabbed Canada’s shoulders and looked into his eyes intently.
“Please tell me you’re Belgium,” he said.
“I’m not,” Canada said. He almost laughed at Spain’s ridiculous accent. “I’m Canada.”
Spain’s grip softened and he cursed – in Dutch. Canada smiled. Belgium’s mouth fell open. “Ned?” she giggled. “Oh, Netherlands, you have the worst luck, isn’t it?” Then she looked at Korea, who was obviously debating whether it was safe to speak. “You’re Spain, isn’t it?”
Netherlands and Spain looked at her and both said, “Belgium?” She laughed, and Prussia also burst out in laughter. (“Kesesese!” After which Belgium promptly began screaming, “STOP THAT! That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard!”) After that, Spain attempted to say something in Spanish, which didn’t work, after which Netherlands tried to speak in Dutch, which also didn’t work. Prussia found it necessary to show off his German after that, and Japan came over silently to watch the mayhem.
“SHUT UP EVERYBODY!” Russia suddenly screamed from the other side of the room. When everyone fell silent – no one had ever heard the nation scream – he grinned broadly and exclaimed, “This is so cool!” Lithuania nodded and sighed in exasperation, as if he’d been putting up with this for years.
“Well,” Canada started quietly, “I think we’ll have to do an introduction or something.”
Japan looked at everyone with a stern expression. “We shourd wait untir… Should wait until everyone is here and see if we can work out who caused this and who can fix it.” He stroked his chin in a way that seemed familiar to Canada. “Until then, I think that we should wear nametags or something like that.”
Prussia twirled a strand of hair around his finger. Canada thought it looked ridiculous. Prussia smirked at Japan. “West, you’re always the sensible one, aren’t you?”
The Asian looked up at him. “Prussia?”
“That’s me. I’m taller than you now, awesome!” Germany brushed Japan’s hair from his forehead. “And everyone else?” The others in the small group introduced themselves. Germany nodded. “This is very serious situation. I hope everyone wirr come downstairs quickly.” He frowned. “Will. It really takes effort. Prussia, are you not wearing glasses?”
“Turns out Specs doesn’t even need them.” Spain laughed quietly. He seemed comfortable enough in Korea’s body. Canada couldn’t say the same – it was very weird to suddenly be a woman. He hoped someone sensible had ended up with his body, not Sealand or France.
Everyone in the room looked up when there was a loud noise, as if something fell, and someone cursing loudly afterwards from the stairs. Everyone on a floor with an odd number had been forced to take at least one flight of stairs, as the elevator for those floors had been out of order. Prussia’s head snapped up at the cursing and he looked at his brother. After a minute, the heavy door opened and ‘Germany’ and ‘Prussia’ stumbled out – well, ‘Germany’ stumbled. They both had unkempt hair and the person in Prussia’s body hadn’t bothered to button their shirt up. The actual Germany flinched a bit. The Prussia and Germany at the door looked at each other. Then the former stepped forward, scowl on his face.
“I have some questions. Namely, WHO THE FUCK CAUSED THIS, HOW CAN WE FIX IT, WHERE THE HELL IS THE ACTUAL PRUSSIA and WHO IS IN MY BODY?”
The real Prussia smirked creepily. “This is good,” he whispered at Spain when he brushed past him on his way to his body. “Romano! It’s you, right?” Germany hobbled after him. From the other side of the room, ‘Romano’ came over as well.
“Yes, that’s me. You’re Prussia, then?”
“Yep. And,” he turned to ‘Germany’, “who are you?”
“Belarus,” came the answer. The nation, however, seemed more occupied with looking at her own body, talking to ‘Veneziano’. She began walking over to them without another word, clumsily, tripping over Germany’s long legs. The person in Romano’s body looked after her in wonder and then turned their gaze to the actual Romano.
“Fratello!” With rapid talking in Italian after that. Canada amusedly watched the incredulous look on Prussia’s face when Romano began answering in Italian. It sounded funny, but not as bad as Spain’s Spanish did.
Netherlands leant on his shoulder. Canada looked up at him. “It’s awkward, though,” the Dutchman said. “You, in my sister’s body.”
“I know,” Canada answered. He leant into the other nation slightly. Not as much as he would usually do, because it still was Spain’s body. Belgium smiled at him and nudged the actual Spain. He looked at her.
“We make a cute couple,” she laughed, nodding her head towards Canada and her brother. Spain looked confused for a moment, but when he looked at the two nations, it apparently dawned on him. He grinned at Belgium.
“We sure do.”
Netherlands glared at him. -- Norway was still in search of England, but he was stopped on the fourth floor by a voice calling out his name. The nation halted. How could anyone know it was him, and not actually Greece or someone entirely different? He turned around.
“Norway!” It was Turkey. That is to say, it was Turkey’s body. Norway concentrated, trying to pick up who was the current inhabitant of the body. “Iceland.”
“Yes.” He turned around and shouted, “I found Norway!” Then he turned back. “That was louder than I thought it would be.” The two brothers looked at each other. Iceland chuckled. “Turkey is not going to like this.”
“I don’t think so.” Norway tilted his head. Greece’s hair fell in his face. “How did you know it was me?”
Iceland looked taken aback by that question. He looked away in that typical way of his, which Norway thought looked quite strange with Turkey’s body. Just when Iceland opened his mouth to say something, however, three other people appeared from around the corner.
Norway almost flinched at the expression he saw on his very own face. Then he concentrated once again. “Turkey, Austria.” The last person – the one in Iceland’s body – was harder to sense. Micronation, Norway reasoned, but stronger than most of them. That means… “Seborga.”
Austria nodded, holding a hand to his forehead as if he were in pain. Seborga waved. Turkey glared. “Did you really have to be Greece?” he complained.
“I did not choose this, Turkey,” Norway answered. He inspected his body briefly – his hair was uncombed, but Turkey had at least pulled on a jacket on top of his pajamas. “I was in search of England. You didn’t happen across him, did you?”
“No,” Iceland answered, “but we’ve been looking for him as well.”
“I see. Then we should continue that search. He is not on this floor, so let’s go one down.” --
America brushed Canada’s too-long hair out of his face once again. “Seeing Netherlands with his hair down makes me feel uncomfortable. Do you think you could put it up like he usually does?”
The two nations still hadn’t left the room. England had wanted to wait and think about what they could do to make things all right again. He seemed nervous about going out, pacing around the room with Netherlands’s long legs. The nation stopped to look at America. “I think I could do that… After all, I’ve done some experiments with my own hair during, ah, a certain period in time.” He shook his head. “I’ll go find his hair gel. Be right back.” -- Estonia couldn’t think of a reason why there would be a small crowd of nations in pajamas gathered in the hotel lobby. He quickly scanned the people present. They were gathered in different groups than usual, or at the very least acting differently. Germany was staring creepily at North Italy. Prussia and Austria were in a heated argument, with Austria yelling even louder than Prussia. Korea, Romano and Japan seemed intent on separating the two. Sealand and Sweden were having what looked like an incredibly awkward conversation. Belarus was calmly discussing something with China, who looked uncomfortable with Finland fast asleep on his shoulder. Russia was bouncing around too happily while Lithuania hobbled after him rather clumsily. Estonia decided to go ask them what was going on.
He stopped Lithuania. The southern Baltic looked at him with a stern expression, letting his gaze flicker to Russia every now and then. “What?”
There was something wrong with his voice, Estonia thought. “I’m just wondering what’s going on. Why is everyone gathered here?”
Lithuania’s gaze swept over him and Estonia suddenly felt uncomfortable, something that had never happened with Lithuania before. The nation fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, trying to resist the urge to bite a nail. Lithuania tilted his head slightly and finally answered, “You don’t know?”
“I- I have no idea,” Estonia replied. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
Lithuania nodded curtly, turned around and walked over to Sweden and Sealand and their uncomfortable conversation. Estonia waited awkwardly until Sealand looked up at him and came over, smiling ever so slightly. The micronation stopped close to him, but stepped back when he apparently noticed how much he had to look up. “Estonia? Is it really you?”
Estonia raised an eyebrow. “Yes… Why do you ask? Do I look different from usual?” The Baltic didn’t think he did; he was wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans. He checked if he’d forgotten his shoes. No, he had them on. He hadn’t done anything weird with his hair, and no one had drawn things on his face either, so he was rather puzzled as to why Sealand was asking that. Why Sealand was asking it, come to think of it.
“Lucky you,” the micronation mumbled. Sweden and Lithuania came stumbling over to the two. The latter brushed his hair from his face in irritation. Sweden actually smiled and bent over to him, gathering the nation’s hair as if he wanted to help put it in a ponytail. Sealand noticed this and turned around to tug on Sweden’s pajama jacket. “Poland,” he whispered, “not now, okay?”
Sweden raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.
Estonia blinked. “What’s going on?” he asked. He was getting annoyed. Everyone was acting terribly out-of-character, and it just didn’t work for him.
“Right.” Sealand let go of Sweden, who’d let go of Lithuania. “Estonia. The point is… The point is that I’m not, well, Sealand.”
“You do appear to be,” Estonia commented. He could not think of a better answer.
“But I’m not. I’m Lithuania. Sweden… Is actually Poland, and I, Lithuania, am Sweden. My body, that is.” He shook his head. “Gosh, I really don’t know how to explain, Estonia. Apparently, there’s been a magic thing happening again, and we don’t know how or why or when, but we all ended up in other people’s bodies. It’s infuriating.”
Estonia took off his glasses and started polishing them, trying to comprehend what had just been said. After some time, he put them back on, ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “You’re saying that… But how do I know if it’s true?”
“Oh, come on.” That was Sweden. Or Poland, as Lithuania/Sealand had said. “Have you ever seen Germany stare at Italy like that? And Austria. He never, ever yells. Like ever. Russia is never so… Bouncy, even if he’s always totally weird. Belarus not stalking Russia? Impossible. Romano’s smiling. Spain is frowning. Finland’s sleeping on China.” He paused. Possibly for dramatic effect, Estonia thought. “And really, I just talked in, like, sentences with vowels and stuff; does Sweden ever do that?”
The actual Sweden – Estonia had no choice but to believe it – raised his eyebrows at that, as if to say, I talk clearly, thank you very much.
“Right. Okay. So where is the rest? Why am I not affected? And—”
“And how are we going to fix it,” Poland finished for him. He shook his head and clumsily pushed Sweden’s glasses further up his nose. “We have no idea. At all. We’re just waiting till everyone’s here, you know, so we can discuss what to do. I’m totally curious about who’s in my body though.”
Sweden frowned at him. Lithuania pursed his lips. Then he turned to Estonia again. “Where’s Latvia? Do you know that?”
“He’s gone back home already. His flight left early. And before you ask – no, I didn’t see him before he left. He seemed fine last night.”
“We were all fine last night,” Poland grumbled, low voice vibrating in Estonia’s ears. “And now everything is totally messed up!” -- After her breakfast, Hungary had looked around America’s house for a while. She’d found an excellent digital camera with hundreds of photos on it. That had been a surprise; she’d never pegged America as the type to take pictures of everything. Yet, that seemed to be exactly what he did. She’d noticed that there was a large amount of photographs and paintings around the house as well. Apparently, America was a visual man. Maybe that wasn’t so surprising, Hungary thought.
She was just putting on some clothes and thinking about finding a map to get the route to the hotel, when America’s cell phone rang. After jumping up in surprise, she picked the thing up and looked at the caller ID.
Barack Obama, the screen told her. “Oh, crap,” she whispered.. “Uh…” She threw the phone from one hand to another, as if it were on fire. Eventually, she pushed the green icon and held the phone to her ear. “Hello?” That is probably not how America picks up his phone.
“Good morning, America,” came a familiar voice from the other end of the line. “I’m calling because of the meeting that we have scheduled. You usually let me know when you are on your way. I haven’t received a message yet.”
Hungary opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of a response. “Well, uh… You see, ah…” How would he call his boss? By his first name? Last name? Just ‘boss’? Last name is always right. “Well, President Obama, uh, something has come in the way. We’re facing, ah, a certain… Crisis, the other nations and I. We just need some time to fix it!” She bit her lip. Had she done America’s accent right? Maybe she needed a bit more misplaced enthusiasm.
“Really?” the President asked. “Is it grave? Should we worry?”
“Aha, haha! Of course not! We’ll fix it in no time,” Hungary answered, growing more confident in her role. “It’s something personal, we’ll be fine!”
“I am still not completely aware of what ‘being a nation’ entails, exactly, but I’ll believe you, America. I trust that what you do is for the better of the country.”
“Of course, I am the country!”
“I see. Will we meet again next week?”
“Sure!”
“Good luck with that crisis, America.”
“Yeah, thanks.” What if America always told him to greet his wife or something like that? “Well, ah… See you!”
“Yes, certainly. Have a nice day.” Beep beep beep beep…
Hungary pressed the red button and sank down on America’s bed. She hadn’t completely grasped what it meant to be another nation – how could she have? – but now the European was beginning to understand that this would cause a lot more problems than she had thought. She picked up a shirt, deciding that she had to get to the hotel fast, to see who else was affected by this, and more importantly, how it could be undone. --
“Sealand, stop.” Sweden frowned angrily at the micronation at the other side of the room. “Sealand.”
Poland, who was putting the man’s hair (Lithuania’s hair, really) into a messy ponytail – he wasn’t used to these big hands yet – stilled in his movements and asked, “Do you want me to, like, yell at him?”
“Don’t have to yell.”
“Oh, right. Okay, wait a sec.” Poland finished his ponytail and stepped back to take a look at it. “My god, that’s hideous,” he commented. Sweden was beginning to understand why people thought that he was scary. His body was quite frightening, but it was for the most part because of the way Poland moved it around, all swaying of the hips and snappish movements with the head and rolling of the eyes. He also pursed his lips a lot. Like now, before opening his mouth and calling out, “Sealand!”
The micronation in Russia’s body looked up and waved. “Hi… Person in dad’s body! What is it?”
“Stop irritating…. Whoever that is!” Poland warned, waving Sweden’s index finger around and shaking his head. Sweden had to look away in shame.
“It’s Miss Belarus! I’m protecting Russia from her so he’ll have to recognize me as a nation!”
Poland raised his eyebrows. “Oh. Well, then it’s totally fine.” When he caught Sweden’s angry look, he shrugged. “It’s Belarus!”
Suddenly, the door to the lobby burst open, almost knocking Lithuania over. An irate France appeared in the entrance. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail even messier than Sweden’s and his face unshaven. Instead of wearing pajamas and/or crumpled jackets like everyone else, he was wrapped in a bed sheet. The person gazed over the crowd for a while, before jumping up, exclaiming in a distorted accent, “PERKELE!” and whipping around. A second person appeared from behind the Frenchman. “Ukraine?” he asked.
She smiled almost apologetically while stepping out next to him. “No, no.” She was decently clothed, and seemed very interested in France, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
“Then who?”
‘Ukraine’ raised an eyebrow and lifted one corner of her mouth, which made for a frightening expression on the woman’s face. “Why, I’m you.”
“Me? What in hell do you— Wait, France?” When the other nation nodded, the person in France’s body swore again. Sweden almost chuckled. It was obviously Finland, and he was obviously not in a good mood. At all. He glanced at Finland’s body, currently inhabited by Greece, as they’d found out earlier when he’d fallen asleep on Japan-transformed-into-China’s shoulder. He was still asleep. He doubted Finland would like that.
Russia and Belarus looked murderously at France in their sister’s body. (Sweden almost chuckled again – the look on Italy’s face was not scary as much as hilarious.) France’s eyes widened and he smiled sheepishly at the two.
“I guess you aren’t Germany and Italy, are you?” he stuttered, backing into Finland, who jumped again, barely holding his sheet up.
The actual Germany sighed deeply and stood up. “I’m Germany,” he called out. “Russia, Belarus, please reave— leave France arone. Alone. I’m quite sure that this is not his fault.”
France violently shook his head. Russia and Belarus glanced at each other and relaxed a bit. Their gazes didn’t quite leave France, though. Finland, meanwhile, had spotted his sleeping body and walked over to it. Japan, on whose shoulder the body in question was sleeping, smiled apologetically at him. “It’s Greece-ch...san,” he explained to Finland.
Finland nodded, wrapping his bed sheet a bit tighter around his shoulders. “And you’re Japan then, I guess?”
Japan bowed his head. “I am.”
Sweden saw Finland glance towards his body. Poland saw it too, and waved at him. Lithuania and Estonia nodded at the nation.
“That is Poland-san,” Japan explained politely. “If you wish to talk to Sweden-san, he is the person in the body of Lithuania-san.”
Finland nodded and looked around, until his gaze landed on Sweden, who gave him a small smile. Gathering up his sheet so nobody would step on it, Finland walked over to Sweden and leant against his chair. “What the hell are we all doing here?” he asked eventually.
Sweden shrugged. “Waiting ‘til something happens? Don’t know.” He looked up at Finland. “Most think‘s England’s fault.”
“Probably. It’s always England’s fault.” He frowned. “I’m already starting to sound like France. Anyway, I hope, whether he caused it or not, that England will be able to fix it. Or maybe Norway can do something. Is he here, Norway, or Iceland, or Denmark?”
“Don’t think so.”
“Ah.” Finland sighed. “What about Sealand?”
“Russia.”
“Oh my god.” -- “Listen, England, we’ll have to go out of here eventually. I mean, they’re surely already blaming you, so it’s not like we have to stay inside out of fear for that.” America knocked on the bathroom door. “Dude, what’s taking you so long?”
The door swung open. “Okay, calm down, I’m here,” England exclaimed exasperatedly. “I was trying to think of ways to reverse the spell! But I can’t if you keep yelling at me!”
“You should have just told me! By the way, what’s up with the hair? You look more like Denmark than Netherlands now.”
England furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s just harder than I thought it would be. It refuses to stay completely up.”
“So how does Netherlands do that, then?”
“Haven’t the slightest. But that is not the point right now, America.” England closed the bathroom door and crossed the room to Netherlands’s nightstand. “I haven’t succeeded in finding a solution to this problem yet, so, as you said, we should go out. We will have to know the full extent of the predicament, anyway.” He picked Netherlands’s phone up from the nightstand and slipped it in his pocket. Then he turned and pulled a displeased smirk at America. “What are you standing there for? We should get going! Come on!”
America tucked Canada’s hair behind his ear again and nodded. “Of course. Let’s go, old man!” -- “Oh! Sorry, mate— Oh! Oh.”
“It was my fault, sorry. Not used to this body. Why do you look at me like that?”
“Damn England and his magic…” Australia circled his body, that he had just literally bumped into on his way to the lobby. The person in it had put on a shirt, but hadn’t shaved. He thought, because of that, and because of the way his voice sounded, that this person must be a girl.
“Oh,” the person in Australia’s body said, looking over their shoulder. “Oh, you must be Australia! That’s so weird, why aren’t you in my body? I thought we must have switched, like in all those movies!” When the actual Australia faced his body again, the person extended his hand. “I’m Seychelles, by the way.”
Australia hesitated before shaking his own hand, afraid it would create some sort of paradox by touching himself purposely. He felt very small in Switzerland’s body. “Seychelles… Well, you were right, I’m Australia.” He pursed his lips. “Seychelles. Could’ve been worse, I suppose. Have you found out who is in your body yet?”
She shook her head. “I was on my way to my room to check… Thought it would be you.” When Australia nodded, she continued, “I have no idea what to do. I mean, I’ve heard of magic, but I didn’t think it was possible!”
“Me neither.” That was a lie, but Seychelles didn’t have to know that. “Shall we go to your room, then? I’m sorta curious now, too.”
“Yes, let’s do that. It’s just down the hall, here.”
The two of them walked up to the door that belonged to the African nation’s room. Australia heard her inhale heavily before knocking. They stared at the door for a while. Then Seychelles sighed.
“I suppose they’re already out. Maybe we should try the lo—” She was cut off by a loud crash from inside the hotel room, followed by a shriek. Seychelles jumped. “Was that my voice?” She looked at Australia with an alarmed expression on her face, then back at the door. “Is everything alright?” she yelled, knocking again.
“Fine!” came the muffled reply. “Coming!”
Seconds later, the door was opened by a disheveled, pajama-wearing Seychelles. The nation laughed sheepishly. “Tripped over these legs.” Brown eyes shifted from Australia to the actual Seychelles. “I don’t suppose you’re Switzerland and Australia, right?”
Australia answered for them both. “No mate, we’re Australia and Seychelles. And who are you?”
“Ah, I see. This is really bizarre. Anyway, I’m Denmark!” He frowned. “I thought Norway had caused this, but I’m beginning to doubt it. He’d never involve all of you guys. Unless you’ve offended him, but I don’t suppose you did.”
“I can’t remember making Norway angry,” Australia replied. “I am thinking it was England.” He looked up at Seychelles. “Are you alright?”
“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “Sorry, I’m just kind of freaked out. I’m beginning to understand how big a problem this will be. I mean, what of one of our bosses calls?” She scratched the stubble on her chin. It occurred to Australia that he would have to help her shave if they stayed like this for a while. “I mean, I speak English, but do you speak German, Australia? Do you speak Creole, or even French, Denmark? Do you know if anyone speaks Danish, except you?”
“Yeah, Sweden, Norway and Iceland. And I think Netherlands can understand it. But I get your point. Where do you think everyone else is? The lobby? I bet they’re trying to find a way to fix this shit. We should go find them.”
“I agr—”
The conversation was interrupted by the door on the other side of the hallway slamming open. Seychelles jumped again, and so did Denmark when he saw who came out of the room.
“Right… That was my room, I remember,” he stuttered. Then he waved sheepishly at his body, clad in a weird combination of jeans, flip-flops and a pajama top. It waved back.
“Does anyone know what’s going on?” the person asked. “I’m Korea, by the way. Hi!”
Since no one was responding, Australia answered, “We don’t know what’s going on.” He blew Switzerland’s hair out of his face and continued, “I’m Australia, and this is Seychelles and Denmark. Korea, is your… Denmark’s hair wet?”
Korea laughed with embarrassment, looking very much like the actual Denmark. “See, I wasn’t fully awake. I was in the shower when I noticed I wasn’t myself.”
Denmark raised his eyebrows. Then he shook his head. “Well, we are almost the same height… Same build, too, so I guess it makes sense you didn’t notice right away. Guys, can we go to the lobby now?” After Australia had nodded, the nation added, “Wait, can someone get this hair to stay out of my face? It’s annoying me.”
Seychelles offered to braid it for him. -- The odd group consisting of Norway, Iceland, Seborga, Turkey and Austria was still in search of England, when it encountered a confused Liechtenstein in a corridor on the first floor of the hotel. She was properly clothed in a blue summer dress and had a red bow in her hair. She was walking with her suitcase down the hall, frowning. Norway and Iceland, who saw her first, shared a quick look. Norway made a barely discernible move with his head, and Iceland called out, “Liechtenstein!”
She turned her head towards them and smiled politely but obviously confused. The group hurried over to the nation. Austria muttered, “Liechtenstein?” Then he turned to her. “Liechtenstein? Is it you, really?”
She frowned. “Yes, I’m Liechtenstein. Why? Is there something wrong?” Her face turned concerned.
Norway answered for them. “There is definitely something wrong. However, it does not seem to have affected you, which is odd. Why didn’t it?”
Liechtenstein put her suitcase down and held out her hands in a defensive manner. “Mister Greece, can you please explain what’s going on first? I’m sorry, but I don’t really understand it… There isn’t an emergency, is there?” Her gaze shifted between Norway and Iceland, who looked at each other once more. Iceland shrugged.
“It is hard to put in plain words,” Norway said eventually, “when you aren’t part of it.” When Liechtenstein rolled her eyes, he continued, “Well, for starters, I’m not Greece. I am Norway. Almost all of us seem to have swapped bodies. At random.”
“Swapped bodies?” Liechtenstein repeated.
“Think Freaky Friday,” a deep voice from behind her said suddenly. “Just way bigger, and much more without any purpose.” A group of people appeared from around the corner. “Hi, by the way. This is Seychelles speaking.” She waved at them with Australia’s large hand. “And this is—”
“Australia,” Norway said.
“Korea,” Iceland continued.
“And… Denmark.”
The latter’s face brightened. “Norway! That’s you, right? I’d know you anywhere. Well,” he looked between the Nordic brothers, “one of you two is Norway. I think…” The Dane narrowed his eyes. “I think… Greece!”
Norway rolled his eyes at him. Iceland chuckled slightly, and his brother’s gaze turned towards him. “Iceland,” Norway said – Denmark made a ‘hm!’-sound –, “you never told me…”
“Well,” Iceland replied, “it’s not been for long. I haven’t had the time. And I didn’t cause this, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He looked at the ground, then back at Norway. “I can control it. It’s not dangerous. I’m not dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?” Denmark and Turkey shouted, while Norway actually smiled at Iceland before turning around suddenly when a door down the hall opened. Two people stumbled out of their hotel room, squabbling over something or the other, but stopping when they noticed the group on the corner. Denmark grinned when he recognized one of them as his friend Netherlands with very poorly done hair. Austria and Seborga automatically turned towards Norway and Iceland to find out who these people actually were.
Norway’s face lit up almost imperceptibly. “At length, we have found England,” he declared. The person next to Netherlands’s body grinned broadly and slapped the former’s back.
“Well, seems you were right about that, dude. They are blaming you.”
“Yes, America, it would appear so,” England commented petulantly. He closed his eyes and frowned. “That would be Norway and Iceland… Austria in my body, oh, that could have been worse. Turkey, Italian bloke, Australia – oh, that’s just great –, Seychelles, Denmark, Korea and… Liechtenstein.”
The latter still looked mystified. Australia patted her back and turned his angry gaze on England, who stepped back on the other side of the corridor. “England,” Australia started, managing to sound so threatening even with his strangled voice and accent that even Liechtenstein flinched, “you better know of a way to fix this.”
England opened his mouth and closed it again, tightening his lips. “Not right away.” His – or rather Netherlands’s – green eyes flitted over the people in the hallway tensely. “I am very unhappy about this all… I had no idea what would happen to any of you. But I will explain myself later, when everyone is present, or at least more people.” He shuffled his foot on the green flooring. “To the lobby?”
“To the lobby,” Norway confirmed. Australia gave Liechtenstein a nudge, Turkey angrily stomped over to Iceland to demand an explanation and Denmark fell in line next to Norway, who sighed and rolled his eyes at him. Korea, Seychelles and Seborga followed the group a bit further off, keeping an eye on Austria, who groaned about his massive headache while stumbling down the hall. -- Hungary, in the meantime, had at last succeeded in finding a map and America’s car keys, as well as the super power’s bomber jacket. She had tried to call her own phone, but nobody had picked up. After that, she had briefly entertained the thought of calling Austria, but had dismissed it. It probably wouldn’t do any good to know whether Austria’s body was also inhabited by someone else. It would only make her worry.
Struggling with the map, the nation managed to locate America’s car – an old thing, she hadn’t been expecting that – and got in. Luckily, it wasn’t far to the hotel.
Nervous now, Hungary walked into the old building. Judging by the sounds coming from the foyer, quite a few nations had gathered there. Actually, a lot of nations. She wondered how many of them were affected. What if every single nation in the world had ended up in someone else’s body? She didn’t even dare imagine the imminent chaos if that had happened. She barely dared thinking about the turmoil that seemed to be happening already.
Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner to the lobby. The hotel receptionists seemed to have fled, which, Hungary thought, wasn’t all that unexpected. Almost all the nations that had attended America’s birthday party were scattered around the room. She quickly spotted her own body. Whoever was in it was talking to Seychelles. She bit her lip and paced over to them. The two spotted her and waved.
“You must be Hungary!” the person in her body said, and did she always sound like that? Weird.
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America/England - All the countries change bodies!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 02:50 am (UTC)(link)It's July 4th. England uses his powers to use a trick in the beer of the party, but his trick has no effect. Aparently. In the end, he drinks the beer too, cursing everybody while he is still hidden from view.
When everybody wake up in the next morning, they are in different places from the ones that they were when they slept. And they are in other person's body!
Now America, the hero, in other person body, together with England, need to save the world from... themselves?
Things become complicated when the United Kingdom becomes a colony of... Sealand?
And governments of America, Russia and China become... allies for world domination?
Bonus 1: Hungary woke up in America's body, and Japan in China's body, and now they will use their power to impose the "Yaoi Dictatorship"!
Bonus 2: America and England woke up in bodies that belong to people that were in a relationship.
Bonus 3: The cure to the curse happens just if the one that cast a spell (England) acts like the owner of the body that he now has control over (even having sex with the person's partner body).
Re: America/England - All the countries change bodies!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 03:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: America/England - All the countries change bodies!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-07 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: America/England - All the countries change bodies!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-28 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)Starting now. Await it. :D
Re: America/England - All the countries change bodies!
(Anonymous) 2012-12-29 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)The other pairing are pretty common, I think... It'll be a surprise. :)
Freaky Fifth of July [1a/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)Aside from that, there'll be a shitload of bodyswapped characters, some characters who haven't swapped (maybe they don't like beer), awkward situations, a lot of tripping over legs, failing to do one's hair, and France with boobs. I hope you'll like it.
Sweden had always been an early raiser. He liked to be up and about before everyone else and enjoy some minutes of silence. So, as usual, the day after America’s birthday, the nation woke up early. He stared at the ceiling of the hotel room for a while, feeling slightly disoriented. He blinked when he realized that he couldn’t hear Finland’s heavy snoring. They did share a room, didn’t they? Sweden, now very confused – Finland never, ever, woke up early – sat up and frowned in shock when he saw brown hair fall in front of his eyes. He looked down and frowned more. He did not recognize his pajamas. He also didn’t recognize the slender hands coming from the sleeves. Those were definitely not his hands, yet he could move the fingers.
The nation, somewhat clumsily, swung his now much shorter legs over the edge of the bed. After pushing the irritating long hair out of his eyes and realizing he could see clearly without glasses, the Swede staggered to the bathroom, where he looked in the mirror. His eyes widened at his reflection.
Lithuania.
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Lithuania had absolutely not been expecting to wake up next to Seborga, the friendly Italian micronation. He also had not been expecting said micronation to jump up in anger after opening his eyes and begin screaming at him. The screaming wasn’t for long, however, as Seborga fell silent after the sentence “WHERE IS LIECHTENSTEIN?”, which seemed like an odd thing for Seborga to say to begin with.
Lithuania answered, “I really don’t know.” Then he realized there was something wrong with his voice. He stared at Seborga for a minute, and the Italian stared back.
“You aren’t Sealand, are you?” the micronation asked. There was something wrong with his accent as well. It slanted, sounded less Italian and more German.
“I’m Lithuania,” answered Lithuania in a small voice, then added, “Switzerland?” He heard how ridiculous he sounded, British mixing with his Lithuanian accent – and perhaps some American left over from the 1920s. He almost laughed, but then started panicking. “How did this happen? Why am I Sealand? Why are you Seborga? Where is the rest?”
“Calm down.” Switzerland/Seborga shook his head and looked at his hands in wonder. “England must have messed up,” he decided, face turning grim. It was strange to see Seborga with such a serious expression. Lithuania actually did laugh this time, but more because he was nervous. Switzerland frowned at him and said, “We have to go find the other nations. Just put on a jacket and shoes, those should be around somewhere, I guess, and we’ll go.”
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Turkey thought he was still dreaming when he opened his eyes to see Iceland occupying the bed next to him. That is, until Iceland opened his eyes, blinked several times and then exclaimed in a distorted accent, “Hey Norway! What are you doing here?” He shot up immediately after. “I sound so weird!” the young nation shouted. He then looked at his hands in wonder and tugged his hair so he could see it. Turkey, for his part, lay absolutely still, watching blond hair fall in front of his eyes in shock. Norway? Had Iceland called him Norway?
“Norway!” Oh yes, he was doing it again. “Norway, I’ve turned into Iceland!” There was a distressed look in the young man’s eyes.
Turkey groaned. He sat up, feeling too light, and put his head in his hands. “Who are you, then?” he asked. His voice sounded far too sultry for his liking.
“Seborga!” Iceland answered.
“Seborga. Of course. Why not.” Turkey looked up at him. “Seborga, something went wrong, ‘cause I’m Turkey, not Norway. Someone messed up big time here.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Stop doing that look, kid. Go put on your clothes and we’ll see who to blame for this.” He hoped it was Greece.
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Freaky Fifth of July [1b/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)“Oh, my god!” Fourthly, something was horribly, horribly wrong with his voice. Finland didn’t wake up.
“Oh, my god!” Poland started flailing. His body felt heavy and slow and he tangled himself in the sheets and fell off the bed. The thud when he hit the floor was too loud. “What is this?!” the Pole screeched, except he didn’t screech because his voice was too low. Finland didn’t even stop snoring through all this. Poland picked up his heavy limbs and managed to stand up. He cursed in Polish, but the sounds were wrong, like this new voice wasn’t used to speaking his language. The nation managed to locate Finland and shook the man’s shoulders. After a very, very long time – about a minute, really – the Northern European stopped snoring and slapped Poland’s hands away.
“Sweden, I do not… Really understand what you…” The Finn trailed off.
“What?” Poland asked irritably. There was some movement by Finland, but he couldn’t see what he was doing exactly. Something cold was pressed into Poland’s hands. He held it close to his face so he could see what it was. A pair of glasses. He put them on and could see Finland staring at him with a weird expression on his face. “What?” the Pole asked again.
“I would say… That something…” Finland tilted his head. “Out-of-the-ordinary happened last night.”
“What are you talking about? Why do I sound all weird? Moreover, why are you even in my bed? And why do you talk all, like, un-Finlandlike?”
“It’s because… Poland… You are Sweden, and I… Am Greece.”
“Wait, what did you just say?”
Greece/Finland smiled at him. “I’d say there… Was magic involved. You’re Sweden now, and… I’m Finland.”
Poland looked down at himself for the first time. The height at which he stood was almost dazzling. “You’re actually right…” he concluded. “Oh, my god.” And he fainted.
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Ukraine knew as soon as she opened her eyes that there was something wrong. She was lying on her stomach, which was normally impossible for her. She narrowed her eyes and looked around. The hotel room was nothing out of the ordinary, but then again, every hotel room looked the same. Blond hair fell in front of her eyes as usual. When she stood up, she found that she was still the same height. Nevertheless, her breasts couldn’t just disappear overnight, so there was definitely something wrong.
“A mirror,” she said to herself. Her voice startled her. “Hello, hello,” she tested. Then the nation sat down on the bed. She didn’t need a mirror anymore – she’d know that voice anywhere. “How in the world,” she started out loud, just to assure herself that she wasn’t dreaming, “did I end up as Poland?”
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To say Veneziano was shocked when he woke up to look himself in the eye would be an understatement. The Italian actually screamed and was about to leap out of the bed when he felt his own hand close around his wrist. He flailed, but apparently, he was stronger than he knew.
“Calm down,” the other Veneziano said. He only sounded half-Italian. His L was too heavy.
“Who are you?!” the actual Veneziano screeched in panic.
“I’m now Italy, but Russia most of the time,” the person calmly declared. He let go of Veneziano’s wrist and sat up. “I was awake for some time. Who are you, exactly?”
Veneziano had leapt up as soon as Russia let go of him and began rummaging around in his own suitcase. He found what he was looking for after frantically messing up his clothes. A mirror. “I’m… I’m fratello,” he concluded. His gaze shifted from his reflection to Russia, who was frowning. “But if I’m Romano, and you’re me, then where is the actual Romano?”
Russia raised an eyebrow and smiled creepily. Veneziano screamed at that look on his own face.
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Freaky Fifth of July [1c/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)“I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING! WHERE IS MY BROTHER?!”
“DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW? FUCKING POTATO BASTARD COULD BE IN HELL FOR ALL I CARE.”
“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT RUSSIA?”
“WHAT KIND OF SHIT BROTHER ARE YOU? HIS NAME IS PRUSSIA, EVEN I KNOW THAT!”
“YOU’RE PRUSSIA!”
Both fell silent. They looked at each other from their respective beds. Their eyes widened. Then they both jumped up to race to the bathroom. Romano didn’t trip over his own legs and won. He cursed when he found red eyes staring back at him in the mirror. Germany came in, stumbling. He also cursed, in distorted Russian.
“Someone will have to pay for this,” he said.
Romano stopped being frozen in shock for long enough to nod. Then he turned around. “Belarus.”
Belarus/Germany narrowed her/his eyes. “That’s right.” Eyes raked over Romano’s body – or really Prussia’s body right now. “South Italy, yes?”
“Yes.” God, he hated this voice. It was awful enough having to listen to it, but now it was his voice and he had to talk with it. “And I think we have some hunting down to do.” Romano hoped he would never see Germany smile like he smiled after that statement again.
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It had been a long time since Prussia had woken up with a girl in his arms. He smiled when he did just that on the fifth of July. He couldn’t quite remember everything that has happened last night, but he had probably picked up a pretty American girl after America’s birthday party. It had been quite awesome, that much he knew. The young man opened his eyes to check out the lucky girl snuggled up by his side.
He shrieked. She woke up.
“H-Hungary!” he stammered, at the same time that she asked, “Austria?”
Prussia looked at her. She was definitely Hungary, but he was definitely not Austria. “What do you mean, Austri…a… O GOD MY VOICE!” He sounded like Austria! At the same time that he realized that, he felt a strand of hair brush his cheek. His hair didn’t brush his cheeks. It was too short to. He shook his head. The hair fell in front of his eyes. Dark. Dark hair. “I’M AUSTRIA!”
Hungary, meanwhile, was combing through her own hair in fascination. “I’m Hungary,” she said. “I’m Hungary. How on earth…?”
Their eyes met. Prussia managed to calm down. They both sat up. She extended her hand. “Belgium.”
He shook it absentmindedly. “Prussia. What the fuck is going on here?”
Belgium shrugged. “Probably some magic gone wrong. Nothing unusual, really. Just don’t swear, okay? Austria swearing is like the apocalypse waiting to happen.”
Prussia glared at her. “Nothing unusual? I’m Austria, for fuck’s sake! How is that nothing unusual?!” He looked around and noticed something. “I knew he didn’t need those glasses!” Belgium laughed and began crawling out of the bed.
“I guess we should go and see if anyone else is affected. I’m sure that whoever caused this will find a cure soon.” She actually took the time to pick Hungary’s hairpiece up from the bedside drawer and stick it in her hair. “She’d kill me if I didn’t do that,” she shrugged when she saw Prussia’s look. “Come on, let’s go.”
Prussia didn’t put on Austria’s glasses.
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Sealand’s whole body felt heavy when he woke up. He decided that he would never secretly drink beer again. It hadn’t tasted good to begin with. The micronation raised a heavy hand to rub at his forehead. He stilled in his movements when he noticed something off.
“My eyebrows?” He gasped. “My voice?!” Excitedly, he stumbled out of bed. Maybe he’d finally become a real nation, a grownup! He gasped again when he saw himself reflected in the window, but this time in shock. “This must be jerk England’s fault!” he said to the reflection. He couldn’t help but giggle at how silly his accent sounded. Then his face contorted at how creepy his laugh sounded. “Oh!” Sealand tried moving all his long limbs. He walked around a bit. “I bet I’m even taller than Dad now! And I’m super powerful!” He smiled. “Sooper powerfooll.” That sounded so silly! “I’m Russia and I’m sooper powerfooll and tall! I will scare jerk England and he’ll have to recognize me as a nation!”
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Freaky Fifth of July [1d/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)“Oh, goodness,” she whispered, startling herself with the heavy voice coming from her mouth. It sounded slightly familiar, but she couldn’t place it, so Seychelles began clambering off the bed. There had to be a mirror around. She’d heard of weird, magical, things happening to nations, but never thought she’d be on the receiving end of it.
Bathroom. Every bathroom has a mirror, she thought. Sure enough, the African girl managed to get her long, heavy limbs into the bathroom so that she could look in the mirror.
The stubble actually looks good, was the first thing she thought. Then: OH MY GOD I’M AUSTRALIA!
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Denmark had hair in his mouth. Black hair, he saw when he opened his eyes. He spit it out and raised a hand from the mattress to brush the last hairs away. He stopped when he saw his hand. Or rather, not his hand at all. He twisted his wrist. Okay, the hand was attached to him, but it was not his. The skin colour was too dark, and it was obviously a girl’s hand. He used the foreign hand to brush the hairs away nonetheless. Then he noticed that those black hairs were connected to his head. He plucked a strand from the pillow and tugged.
“Ow!” Definitely connected to his head. And his voice sounded girly as well. Denmark lay on the bed quietly. This was probably Norway’s fault, he thought. His neighbour could get extremely pissed after a few drinks. It wouldn’t be the first time he played a magic trick on Denmark. The Dane sighed and rolled out of bed. He saw a mirror on the nightstand and picked it up. Then he frowned, because why would Norway involve Seychelles in his trick?
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Norway was confused, because he couldn’t think of any reason that Japan would be sleeping next to him. That is, until he looked at himself and woke up enough to sense the overwhelming amount of magic in the air.
The Scandinavian nation swung Greece’s long legs out of the bed. “England,” he said to himself. He found Greece’s shoes, pulled them on and set out to look for the Brit.
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Germany woke up when he heard a door close. He blinked several times, but there was a sort of haze in front of his eyes. When he sat up in confusion, the German realized that it had been hair. Then he realized that he didn’t have black hair. He also realized this wasn’t his hotel room, for Prussia was nowhere to be found, and the only clothes he could see were sandy coloured trousers and a blue… Dress of sorts. Japan had taught him the name of that thing, but he never bothered to remember.
Wait, Japan. Germany leapt up, catapulting himself from the bed because he’d miscalculated his weight, and stumbled over to where he saw Japan’s smartphone. He picked the thing up and looked at his reflection.
“Japan…?” Germany shook his head, the bangs brushing his cheeks. It tickled. How could Japan handle that? “Japan. Oh, god.” He put the phone down. “What happened?!”
--
That morning, Japan woke later than usual. He located a clock and, alarmed, rolled out of bed. He stilled in his movements when he felt hair brush his neck. That hair wasn’t supposed to be here, was it? The Asian slowly reached up to feel. His hair was definitely too long. Now that he thought about it, if he remembered correctly, he’d been sharing a room with Greece, yet that nation was nowhere to be seen. And there wasn’t a chance Greece actually woke up before him.
Japan frowned. What had happened last night? Nothing that was memorable, he concluded. He pursed his lips and went to look for a mirror or some other reflective surface. What the man saw in a window startled him.
China.
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Captcha... Tolland is not a country.
Freaky Fifth of July [1e/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)“Aiyaa...”
He calmly sat down and concentrated. He could feel magic, but it usually took a lot of time. This time, however, it was a matter of seconds.
“That is a lot of magic,” China whispered. He looked at his reflection again. “A lot of magic.” He nodded uneasily. Belarus nodded back in the window.
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There weren’t many things that he hated, but Australia could say he honestly despised magic. He had often been a test subject when England wanted to try a new spell, and while the outcome would often be funny or even useful, being turned into all sorts of things was not the best way to pass your time. Therefore, when the nation woke up with light blond hair covering his eyes and the sound of an unfamiliar, aggressive travel alarm in his ears, he knew something was wrong.
There was a telephone on his nightstand. Australia picked it up after putting the alarm out. The phone was an old type, but that was not of importance. What was important is that it had a reflective surface. Australia blew the hair from his face and looked. He dropped the phone.
“Of all the people, England, why did it have to be Switzerland?”
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South Korea was known to be a bit reckless and do things without looking properly. That morning, the Asian woke up in his hotel room, staggered over to the bathroom with his eyes half closed to go to the toilet and, when he’d done that, dropped his clothes to step into the shower. He stood under the water for a minute or so, trying to wake up. When he was finally able to actually open his eyes to look around, the Korean shrieked. Someone had dyed his hair blond! Hong Kong, he thought immediately. It must have been him.
He stepped out of the shower to look in the mirror and shrieked again, louder this time. He quickly picked up a towel and draped it around his waist. The person looking back at him was not Korea, not even with blond hair. It was unmistakeably Denmark.
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Iceland woke up because someone was knocking at his door loudly. He groaned, dragged his heavy limbs to the door and opened… To Norway and himself? In pajamas?
Norway stepped in front. “Are you Norway?” he asked, but his accent sounded wrong.
“I’m Iceland,” Iceland answered unsurely. Norway looked at the other Iceland, whose mouth fell open.
“You’re Iceland,” he repeated. Iceland nodded.
“Last I checked…” There was something wrong with his voice as well. It sounded too harsh.
“Check again, then,” said Norway. “’Cause you’re me now.”
“No, no, you’re you… What?” Iceland looked down at himself. He was too tall, too tan, and far too hairy. “I’m you?”
“Turkey. This is Seborga. We’re looking for your brother and England. Put on a shirt and some shoes and we’ll go.” To say Iceland was confused would be the understatement of the century.
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France was extremely uncomfortable. He could barely breathe. It was like there was something heavy pressing on his chest. The nation took a deep breath and sat up. The weight fell off his chest, but was transferred to his shoulders and neck. The Frenchman groaned. He opened his eyes.
“MERDE!”
He had boobs. And what boobs. Worthy of Ukraine. “Mon dieu,” France said, confused. When he heard his voice, his confusion grew. Had he turned into a girl overnight? If he did, it was surely England’s fault. He decided to see for himself and hobbled over to the bathroom. What he saw in the mirror over the sink was a surprise. He had, indeed, turned into a girl. But not just any girl. He was Ukraine.
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Freaky Fifth of July [1f/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)Netherlands could not stop looking in the mirror. He poked his face. It was really him, except it was not. He turned around in anger. Someone would have to pay for turning him into Spain.
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Spain hardly ever minded anything. And he really didn’t mind waking up to loud K-Pop blasting from a smartphone. However, he did find it very annoying that it took half a song to locate the phone in question and then the rest of the song and another one to figure out how to unlock the thing and turn the alarm off. It also didn’t help that Spain felt particularly clumsy for some reason. When the nation had finally succeeded in shutting off the sound, he tried to check the news on the phone. It was only then that he realized everything on the thing was in Korean, not only the song title. He blinked. He should have thought someone played a prank on him, but it didn’t feel like that.
The Spaniard set the phone down. Then he picked it up again and looked into its surface. He widened his eyes.
Korea?
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Finland was cold. That was weird, since it was summer and he was in the south of the USA, but for Finland, it was simply because Sweden was not there. Sweden was warm, and although he did wake up early most of the time, he usually left a warm spot behind. So either Sweden had been up for a long time, or something was wrong. Finland decided to go with the latter and jumped out of bed. He immediately realized why he was cold; he wasn’t wearing any clothes.
The Finn cursed, while grabbing some sheets to wrap around himself. Then he cursed again when he heard his voice. He picked up all his sheets and rushed to the bathroom. He glared at his reflection and attempted to scratch his chin with his shoulder, which made his shoulder burn. He couldn’t let go of the sheets, however, because he didn’t really want to see a naked France in the mirror. Finland sighed. This would probably be a long day.
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She probably should have been more weirded out, but Hungary was a pretty old nation and had seen a lot of things.
When she woke up, she could, in fact, see almost nothing. Everything was blurry. She’d rubbed her eyes time and time again, to no avail. Eventually, she’d sat up. The weight of her hair was gone. She’d touched her head and concluded that she still had hair, but that it was much, much shorter than before. Also, there was a strand sticking up. She’d felt her chest. Nothing. After that, the nation got the brilliant idea to look for glasses. She’d found a pair after poking around the nightstand and had put them on. There was also a mirror, she saw. She’d looked into it.
America. She wasn’t even that surprised, although she was slightly concerned about the other nations and particularly her own body. Other than that, she felt calm. Right now, she was eating breakfast in America’s kitchen. She’d have to go to the hotel later. Perhaps only she and America had changed, but, she thought, that would be ridiculous. Other than that, she thought this would make for some very interesting situations. She hoped America had a decent camera around here.
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Freaky Fifth of July [1g/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)He blinked and sat up, running a hand through his hair. It felt too long – it had never been this long, and it couldn’t have grown this long in one night. The clothes he could see draped over a chair were not his – since when did he wear green summer dresses? – and most importantly, Canada couldn’t remember being a girl.
Still not fully awake, the nation managed to grab a mirror from the bedside table. Once he had seen his reflection, he was completely alert. It showed Belgium.
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Austria had the worst headache ever. He also felt exhausted, as if he’d fought a battle yesterday. The European nation sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands. What had he done? And was he wearing a suit? To bed? He groaned. There was a rap at his door. It opened right after.
“England!”
Austria groaned again.
“Is this your fault, England?”
Austria fell back on the bed. “I am not England,” he sighed.
“He’s not England.”
“Of course he’s not England.”
“Is he not England?!”
“Seborga, don’t shout.” A figure stopped by Austria’s side. He squinted. It was Norway. The figure spoke. “Who are you then? Norway? We’re still looking for him.”
“You are Norway. I am Austria, of course. Can you not see?”
“You might wanna look in the mirror, Austria. Huh? Oh, thanks. Here, a mirror.”
Austria looked up. Yes, it was a mirror. However, didn’t mirrors reflect? This mirror was showing England, obviously with a hangover. Austria frowned and opened his mouth to comment. The reflection did the same. Austria widened his eyes. “I am England?” he mumbled.
“Yeah. I’m Turkey, actually, and those guys are Seborga and Iceland. Iceland’s me and Seborga’s Iceland, if that makes any sense. Wanna come search for Norway and England?”
“I do think that is a good idea,” Austria answered, dumbfounded.
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The first thing that America did when he woke up was reaching for his glasses, as he usually did. However, instead of grabbing those, he felt hair brushing his hand. The nation yelped and shot up. Who was in his bed? He could only vaguely make out the shape of a person sleeping next to him, but it was as if his eyes had gotten even worse overnight.
America found his glasses on his other side. Now that he could see the other person clearly, he couldn’t help but yelp again. Netherlands? The American nation stared at the man. He was in a hotel room. With Netherlands. While he was absolutely sure that he’d gone home last night after his birthday party and Netherlands was his brother’s boyfriend, for god’s sake! America clasped a hand over his mouth. Maybe Canada was playing a prank on him because he’d forgotten his birthday again?
He brushed his hair from his eyes. It was too long; he really needed a haircut, America noted absentmindedly. Then he bit his lip and poked Netherlands’s shoulder. After a few pokes, the Dutchman woke up.
“Mhm?” Bleary-eyed, the nation turned to America. “What?” He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat. “Who are you?”
“I’m America, duh!”
“Hm.” There was a pause. “Something doesn’t seem right about that answer.” Another pause. “I sound weird.”
America nodded. He did sound different from usual. Netherlands groaned.
“I’m not England, am I?” he suddenly asked.
“Of course you’re not England!”
The Dutchman raked a hand through his hair – it was longer down than America had thought it would be. “I’m not England. Oh, bloody hell, it worked after all.”
“Dude, what are you talking about?”
Netherlands sat up. “Have you looked in a mirror, America?” When America shook his head in response, the man reached back to get his telephone. “You might want to.” His voice cracked a bit.
Freaky Fifth of July [1h/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)“I’ve told him so, too.”
America set the phone down. He looked at Netherlands… England. It was England. “England…”
“Yes?”
“WHY AM I NOT MYSELF?”
“I’M SORRY! I DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD WORK!”
“YOU CAUSED THIS?” He leapt forward, placing his hands on England’s shoulders. “YOU CAUSED IT? HOW? WHO ELSE IS AFFECTED?” He shook the other nation.
England pushed America away, easier than he would usually be able to do. “Calm down, you git!” He pushed his hair from his eyes in an irritated manner. “I would say that, ah, everyone who had as much as a sip of beer yesterday evening is… Affected. Has ended up in a different body than their own.” He had turned his gaze away from America. “I didn’t know it would cause this.”
“Apologize later. Think of a cure now.”
“I don’t know, okay?” England clumsily manoeuvred his tall body out of the bed. “Perhaps Norway can be of assistance. We just don’t know who Norway is, of course.” He tripped over his feet. America, who had stood up, tried to catch him, but miscalculated both his strength and the weight of Netherlands’s body in comparison to England’s. They ended up falling to the ground. England groaned. “There has to be a cure. And I have to find it soon.”
“You better!” America commented. He sat up, happy that he wasn’t as clumsy with his new body as England. After all, he and Canada were much alike. “You know what, since I’m the hero, I’ll even help you, even though this isn’t my fault!”
“You really should not.”
“We’ll fix this in no time!” He jumped up. “Get up, we have to find the rest!”
“I don’t want to find the rest. They’ll blame me,” England commented miserably.
“You caused it, it’s your own fault. Here, let’s go.” He stuck out a hand to help England up. The nation looked at him indignantly – which looked pretty natural on Netherlands’s face – and hauled himself up.
“Only if you put on a shirt.”
America looked down at himself. “Aw man!” He bolted to Canada’s suitcase and found his brother’s favourite sweater. “There. Now let’s go.”
“I haven’t got a good feeling about this.”
“You’re taller than me, do you think I like it?”
England smirked contentedly.
I'm hating LJ right now, this is about the ninth time I'm trying to post this.
Author!anon
(Anonymous) 2013-01-02 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)I made a list! Look!
Character; in whose body they are
America; Canada
Australia; Switzerland
Austria; England
Belarus; Germany
Belgium; Hungary
Canada; Belgium
China; Belarus
Denmark; Seychelles
England; Netherlands
Finland; France
France; Ukraine
Germany; Japan
Greece; Finland
Hungary; America
Iceland; Turkey
Japan; China
Lithuania; Sealand
Netherlands; Spain
Norway; Greece
Poland; Sweden
Prussia; Austria
Romano; Prussia
Russia; Veneziano
Sealand; Russia
Seborga; Iceland
Seychelles; Australia
South Korea; Denmark
Spain; South Korea
Sweden; Lithuania
Switzerland; Seborga
Turkey; Norway
Ukraine; Poland
Veneziano; Romano
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)I find it very interesting that America inhabiting Canada's body means that he's changed the least of anyone. You definitely did a good job with the people's bodies that England and America are occupying. I think you went in the right direction with it.
I really hope you continue this fill because I can't wait to see how things go down, what England's reason was for doing whatever magic thing he did, the process it will take for England to reverse the whole debacle.
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(Anonymous) 2013-01-03 01:27 am (UTC)(link)Anyways, really got a kick outta this story, and I really hope you continue, author anon. :) Happy Holidays!
Re: Freaky Fifth of July [1h/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-01-03 08:55 am (UTC)(link)Freaky Fifth of July [2a/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)When Canada reached the reception area of the hotel, there were already several nations present. He could see a positively livid Spain talking to Korea, as well as Belarus, Japan, the Italy brothers, Sealand, Seborga, Lithuania, and Russia. Almost everyone was in their nightwear, some with jackets or jeans on top. Just then, Austria and Hungary walked in from the other side of the room. Hungary promptly came over to Canada when she spotted him. He smiled; maybe being in Belgium’s body meant that he wasn’t invisible anymore. Hungary looked at him intently.
“Hungary?” she eventually asked.
Canada blinked. “No, Canada,” he answered.
“Oh!” She turned when Austria came up next to her. “It’s more complicated than we thought, Prussia.”
“Yeah?” He looked at Canada. “So you’re not Hungary, then?”
“I’m Canada.”
“Complicated. Yeah.” Austria, who was apparently Prussia, rubbed his eyes. Canada noticed that he wasn’t wearing glasses like Austria did. “I wonder where and who West is though.” He smirked, which looked plain creepy on Austria’s face. “I hope he’s Poland or something, that’d be hilarious.”
Hungary raised her eyebrows. “Oh, wait,” she said, and turned back to Canada. “I’m Belgium, actually. That’s why I asked if you were Hungary. Apparently we haven’t just switched.”
“It seems so,” Canada repeated. His voice cracked a bit and he couldn’t stop a French accent from taking over. Belgium laughed a bit.
“I wonder where my brother is, too,” she added. Canada nodded. The question was answered when a still angry-looking Spain came striding over to the three of them, with Korea in tow. The former grabbed Canada’s shoulders and looked into his eyes intently.
“Please tell me you’re Belgium,” he said.
“I’m not,” Canada said. He almost laughed at Spain’s ridiculous accent. “I’m Canada.”
Spain’s grip softened and he cursed – in Dutch. Canada smiled. Belgium’s mouth fell open. “Ned?” she giggled. “Oh, Netherlands, you have the worst luck, isn’t it?” Then she looked at Korea, who was obviously debating whether it was safe to speak. “You’re Spain, isn’t it?”
Netherlands and Spain looked at her and both said, “Belgium?” She laughed, and Prussia also burst out in laughter. (“Kesesese!” After which Belgium promptly began screaming, “STOP THAT! That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard!”) After that, Spain attempted to say something in Spanish, which didn’t work, after which Netherlands tried to speak in Dutch, which also didn’t work. Prussia found it necessary to show off his German after that, and Japan came over silently to watch the mayhem.
“SHUT UP EVERYBODY!” Russia suddenly screamed from the other side of the room. When everyone fell silent – no one had ever heard the nation scream – he grinned broadly and exclaimed, “This is so cool!” Lithuania nodded and sighed in exasperation, as if he’d been putting up with this for years.
“Well,” Canada started quietly, “I think we’ll have to do an introduction or something.”
Japan looked at everyone with a stern expression. “We shourd wait untir… Should wait until everyone is here and see if we can work out who caused this and who can fix it.” He stroked his chin in a way that seemed familiar to Canada. “Until then, I think that we should wear nametags or something like that.”
Prussia twirled a strand of hair around his finger. Canada thought it looked ridiculous. Prussia smirked at Japan. “West, you’re always the sensible one, aren’t you?”
The Asian looked up at him. “Prussia?”
“That’s me. I’m taller than you now, awesome!”
Germany brushed Japan’s hair from his forehead. “And everyone else?” The others in the small group introduced themselves. Germany nodded. “This is very serious situation. I hope everyone wirr come downstairs quickly.” He frowned. “Will. It really takes effort. Prussia, are you not wearing glasses?”
“Turns out Specs doesn’t even need them.” Spain laughed quietly. He seemed comfortable enough in Korea’s body. Canada couldn’t say the same – it was very weird to suddenly be a woman. He hoped someone sensible had ended up with his body, not Sealand or France.
Freaky Fifth of July [2b/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)“I have some questions. Namely, WHO THE FUCK CAUSED THIS, HOW CAN WE FIX IT, WHERE THE HELL IS THE ACTUAL PRUSSIA and WHO IS IN MY BODY?”
The real Prussia smirked creepily. “This is good,” he whispered at Spain when he brushed past him on his way to his body. “Romano! It’s you, right?” Germany hobbled after him. From the other side of the room, ‘Romano’ came over as well.
“Yes, that’s me. You’re Prussia, then?”
“Yep. And,” he turned to ‘Germany’, “who are you?”
“Belarus,” came the answer. The nation, however, seemed more occupied with looking at her own body, talking to ‘Veneziano’. She began walking over to them without another word, clumsily, tripping over Germany’s long legs. The person in Romano’s body looked after her in wonder and then turned their gaze to the actual Romano.
“Fratello!” With rapid talking in Italian after that. Canada amusedly watched the incredulous look on Prussia’s face when Romano began answering in Italian. It sounded funny, but not as bad as Spain’s Spanish did.
Netherlands leant on his shoulder. Canada looked up at him. “It’s awkward, though,” the Dutchman said. “You, in my sister’s body.”
“I know,” Canada answered. He leant into the other nation slightly. Not as much as he would usually do, because it still was Spain’s body. Belgium smiled at him and nudged the actual Spain. He looked at her.
“We make a cute couple,” she laughed, nodding her head towards Canada and her brother. Spain looked confused for a moment, but when he looked at the two nations, it apparently dawned on him. He grinned at Belgium.
“We sure do.”
Netherlands glared at him.
--
Norway was still in search of England, but he was stopped on the fourth floor by a voice calling out his name. The nation halted. How could anyone know it was him, and not actually Greece or someone entirely different? He turned around.
“Norway!” It was Turkey. That is to say, it was Turkey’s body. Norway concentrated, trying to pick up who was the current inhabitant of the body. “Iceland.”
“Yes.” He turned around and shouted, “I found Norway!” Then he turned back. “That was louder than I thought it would be.” The two brothers looked at each other. Iceland chuckled. “Turkey is not going to like this.”
“I don’t think so.” Norway tilted his head. Greece’s hair fell in his face. “How did you know it was me?”
Iceland looked taken aback by that question. He looked away in that typical way of his, which Norway thought looked quite strange with Turkey’s body. Just when Iceland opened his mouth to say something, however, three other people appeared from around the corner.
Norway almost flinched at the expression he saw on his very own face. Then he concentrated once again. “Turkey, Austria.” The last person – the one in Iceland’s body – was harder to sense. Micronation, Norway reasoned, but stronger than most of them. That means… “Seborga.”
Austria nodded, holding a hand to his forehead as if he were in pain. Seborga waved. Turkey glared. “Did you really have to be Greece?” he complained.
“I did not choose this, Turkey,” Norway answered. He inspected his body briefly – his hair was uncombed, but Turkey had at least pulled on a jacket on top of his pajamas. “I was in search of England. You didn’t happen across him, did you?”
“No,” Iceland answered, “but we’ve been looking for him as well.”
“I see. Then we should continue that search. He is not on this floor, so let’s go one down.”
--
Freaky Fifth of July [2c/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:18 am (UTC)(link)“Hm?”
America brushed Canada’s too-long hair out of his face once again. “Seeing Netherlands with his hair down makes me feel uncomfortable. Do you think you could put it up like he usually does?”
The two nations still hadn’t left the room. England had wanted to wait and think about what they could do to make things all right again. He seemed nervous about going out, pacing around the room with Netherlands’s long legs. The nation stopped to look at America. “I think I could do that… After all, I’ve done some experiments with my own hair during, ah, a certain period in time.” He shook his head. “I’ll go find his hair gel. Be right back.”
--
Estonia couldn’t think of a reason why there would be a small crowd of nations in pajamas gathered in the hotel lobby. He quickly scanned the people present. They were gathered in different groups than usual, or at the very least acting differently. Germany was staring creepily at North Italy. Prussia and Austria were in a heated argument, with Austria yelling even louder than Prussia. Korea, Romano and Japan seemed intent on separating the two. Sealand and Sweden were having what looked like an incredibly awkward conversation. Belarus was calmly discussing something with China, who looked uncomfortable with Finland fast asleep on his shoulder. Russia was bouncing around too happily while Lithuania hobbled after him rather clumsily. Estonia decided to go ask them what was going on.
He stopped Lithuania. The southern Baltic looked at him with a stern expression, letting his gaze flicker to Russia every now and then. “What?”
There was something wrong with his voice, Estonia thought. “I’m just wondering what’s going on. Why is everyone gathered here?”
Lithuania’s gaze swept over him and Estonia suddenly felt uncomfortable, something that had never happened with Lithuania before. The nation fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, trying to resist the urge to bite a nail. Lithuania tilted his head slightly and finally answered, “You don’t know?”
“I- I have no idea,” Estonia replied. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
Lithuania nodded curtly, turned around and walked over to Sweden and Sealand and their uncomfortable conversation. Estonia waited awkwardly until Sealand looked up at him and came over, smiling ever so slightly. The micronation stopped close to him, but stepped back when he apparently noticed how much he had to look up. “Estonia? Is it really you?”
Estonia raised an eyebrow. “Yes… Why do you ask? Do I look different from usual?” The Baltic didn’t think he did; he was wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans. He checked if he’d forgotten his shoes. No, he had them on. He hadn’t done anything weird with his hair, and no one had drawn things on his face either, so he was rather puzzled as to why Sealand was asking that. Why Sealand was asking it, come to think of it.
“Lucky you,” the micronation mumbled. Sweden and Lithuania came stumbling over to the two. The latter brushed his hair from his face in irritation. Sweden actually smiled and bent over to him, gathering the nation’s hair as if he wanted to help put it in a ponytail. Sealand noticed this and turned around to tug on Sweden’s pajama jacket. “Poland,” he whispered, “not now, okay?”
Sweden raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.
Estonia blinked. “What’s going on?” he asked. He was getting annoyed. Everyone was acting terribly out-of-character, and it just didn’t work for him.
“Right.” Sealand let go of Sweden, who’d let go of Lithuania. “Estonia. The point is… The point is that I’m not, well, Sealand.”
“You do appear to be,” Estonia commented. He could not think of a better answer.
“But I’m not. I’m Lithuania. Sweden… Is actually Poland, and I, Lithuania, am Sweden. My body, that is.” He shook his head. “Gosh, I really don’t know how to explain, Estonia. Apparently, there’s been a magic thing happening again, and we don’t know how or why or when, but we all ended up in other people’s bodies. It’s infuriating.”
Estonia took off his glasses and started polishing them, trying to comprehend what had just been said. After some time, he put them back on, ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “You’re saying that… But how do I know if it’s true?”
Freaky Fifth of July [2d/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:19 am (UTC)(link)The actual Sweden – Estonia had no choice but to believe it – raised his eyebrows at that, as if to say, I talk clearly, thank you very much.
“Right. Okay. So where is the rest? Why am I not affected? And—”
“And how are we going to fix it,” Poland finished for him. He shook his head and clumsily pushed Sweden’s glasses further up his nose. “We have no idea. At all. We’re just waiting till everyone’s here, you know, so we can discuss what to do. I’m totally curious about who’s in my body though.”
Sweden frowned at him. Lithuania pursed his lips. Then he turned to Estonia again. “Where’s Latvia? Do you know that?”
“He’s gone back home already. His flight left early. And before you ask – no, I didn’t see him before he left. He seemed fine last night.”
“We were all fine last night,” Poland grumbled, low voice vibrating in Estonia’s ears. “And now everything is totally messed up!”
--
After her breakfast, Hungary had looked around America’s house for a while. She’d found an excellent digital camera with hundreds of photos on it. That had been a surprise; she’d never pegged America as the type to take pictures of everything. Yet, that seemed to be exactly what he did. She’d noticed that there was a large amount of photographs and paintings around the house as well. Apparently, America was a visual man. Maybe that wasn’t so surprising, Hungary thought.
She was just putting on some clothes and thinking about finding a map to get the route to the hotel, when America’s cell phone rang. After jumping up in surprise, she picked the thing up and looked at the caller ID.
Barack Obama, the screen told her. “Oh, crap,” she whispered.. “Uh…” She threw the phone from one hand to another, as if it were on fire. Eventually, she pushed the green icon and held the phone to her ear. “Hello?” That is probably not how America picks up his phone.
“Good morning, America,” came a familiar voice from the other end of the line. “I’m calling because of the meeting that we have scheduled. You usually let me know when you are on your way. I haven’t received a message yet.”
Hungary opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of a response. “Well, uh… You see, ah…” How would he call his boss? By his first name? Last name? Just ‘boss’? Last name is always right. “Well, President Obama, uh, something has come in the way. We’re facing, ah, a certain… Crisis, the other nations and I. We just need some time to fix it!” She bit her lip. Had she done America’s accent right? Maybe she needed a bit more misplaced enthusiasm.
“Really?” the President asked. “Is it grave? Should we worry?”
“Aha, haha! Of course not! We’ll fix it in no time,” Hungary answered, growing more confident in her role. “It’s something personal, we’ll be fine!”
“I am still not completely aware of what ‘being a nation’ entails, exactly, but I’ll believe you, America. I trust that what you do is for the better of the country.”
“Of course, I am the country!”
“I see. Will we meet again next week?”
“Sure!”
“Good luck with that crisis, America.”
“Yeah, thanks.” What if America always told him to greet his wife or something like that? “Well, ah… See you!”
“Yes, certainly. Have a nice day.” Beep beep beep beep…
Hungary pressed the red button and sank down on America’s bed. She hadn’t completely grasped what it meant to be another nation – how could she have? – but now the European was beginning to understand that this would cause a lot more problems than she had thought. She picked up a shirt, deciding that she had to get to the hotel fast, to see who else was affected by this, and more importantly, how it could be undone.
--
Freaky Fifth of July [2e/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:22 am (UTC)(link)Poland, who was putting the man’s hair (Lithuania’s hair, really) into a messy ponytail – he wasn’t used to these big hands yet – stilled in his movements and asked, “Do you want me to, like, yell at him?”
“Don’t have to yell.”
“Oh, right. Okay, wait a sec.” Poland finished his ponytail and stepped back to take a look at it. “My god, that’s hideous,” he commented. Sweden was beginning to understand why people thought that he was scary. His body was quite frightening, but it was for the most part because of the way Poland moved it around, all swaying of the hips and snappish movements with the head and rolling of the eyes. He also pursed his lips a lot. Like now, before opening his mouth and calling out, “Sealand!”
The micronation in Russia’s body looked up and waved. “Hi… Person in dad’s body! What is it?”
“Stop irritating…. Whoever that is!” Poland warned, waving Sweden’s index finger around and shaking his head. Sweden had to look away in shame.
“It’s Miss Belarus! I’m protecting Russia from her so he’ll have to recognize me as a nation!”
Poland raised his eyebrows. “Oh. Well, then it’s totally fine.” When he caught Sweden’s angry look, he shrugged. “It’s Belarus!”
Suddenly, the door to the lobby burst open, almost knocking Lithuania over. An irate France appeared in the entrance. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail even messier than Sweden’s and his face unshaven. Instead of wearing pajamas and/or crumpled jackets like everyone else, he was wrapped in a bed sheet. The person gazed over the crowd for a while, before jumping up, exclaiming in a distorted accent, “PERKELE!” and whipping around. A second person appeared from behind the Frenchman. “Ukraine?” he asked.
She smiled almost apologetically while stepping out next to him. “No, no.” She was decently clothed, and seemed very interested in France, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
“Then who?”
‘Ukraine’ raised an eyebrow and lifted one corner of her mouth, which made for a frightening expression on the woman’s face. “Why, I’m you.”
“Me? What in hell do you— Wait, France?” When the other nation nodded, the person in France’s body swore again. Sweden almost chuckled. It was obviously Finland, and he was obviously not in a good mood. At all. He glanced at Finland’s body, currently inhabited by Greece, as they’d found out earlier when he’d fallen asleep on Japan-transformed-into-China’s shoulder. He was still asleep. He doubted Finland would like that.
Russia and Belarus looked murderously at France in their sister’s body. (Sweden almost chuckled again – the look on Italy’s face was not scary as much as hilarious.) France’s eyes widened and he smiled sheepishly at the two.
“I guess you aren’t Germany and Italy, are you?” he stuttered, backing into Finland, who jumped again, barely holding his sheet up.
The actual Germany sighed deeply and stood up. “I’m Germany,” he called out. “Russia, Belarus, please reave— leave France arone. Alone. I’m quite sure that this is not his fault.”
France violently shook his head. Russia and Belarus glanced at each other and relaxed a bit. Their gazes didn’t quite leave France, though. Finland, meanwhile, had spotted his sleeping body and walked over to it. Japan, on whose shoulder the body in question was sleeping, smiled apologetically at him. “It’s Greece-ch...san,” he explained to Finland.
Finland nodded, wrapping his bed sheet a bit tighter around his shoulders. “And you’re Japan then, I guess?”
Japan bowed his head. “I am.”
Sweden saw Finland glance towards his body. Poland saw it too, and waved at him. Lithuania and Estonia nodded at the nation.
“That is Poland-san,” Japan explained politely. “If you wish to talk to Sweden-san, he is the person in the body of Lithuania-san.”
Finland nodded and looked around, until his gaze landed on Sweden, who gave him a small smile. Gathering up his sheet so nobody would step on it, Finland walked over to Sweden and leant against his chair. “What the hell are we all doing here?” he asked eventually.
Sweden shrugged. “Waiting ‘til something happens? Don’t know.” He looked up at Finland. “Most think‘s England’s fault.”
Freaky Fifth of July [2f/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:24 am (UTC)(link)“Don’t think so.”
“Ah.” Finland sighed. “What about Sealand?”
“Russia.”
“Oh my god.”
--
“Listen, England, we’ll have to go out of here eventually. I mean, they’re surely already blaming you, so it’s not like we have to stay inside out of fear for that.” America knocked on the bathroom door. “Dude, what’s taking you so long?”
The door swung open. “Okay, calm down, I’m here,” England exclaimed exasperatedly. “I was trying to think of ways to reverse the spell! But I can’t if you keep yelling at me!”
“You should have just told me! By the way, what’s up with the hair? You look more like Denmark than Netherlands now.”
England furrowed his eyebrows. “It’s just harder than I thought it would be. It refuses to stay completely up.”
“So how does Netherlands do that, then?”
“Haven’t the slightest. But that is not the point right now, America.” England closed the bathroom door and crossed the room to Netherlands’s nightstand. “I haven’t succeeded in finding a solution to this problem yet, so, as you said, we should go out. We will have to know the full extent of the predicament, anyway.” He picked Netherlands’s phone up from the nightstand and slipped it in his pocket. Then he turned and pulled a displeased smirk at America. “What are you standing there for? We should get going! Come on!”
America tucked Canada’s hair behind his ear again and nodded. “Of course. Let’s go, old man!”
--
“Oh! Sorry, mate— Oh! Oh.”
“It was my fault, sorry. Not used to this body. Why do you look at me like that?”
“Damn England and his magic…” Australia circled his body, that he had just literally bumped into on his way to the lobby. The person in it had put on a shirt, but hadn’t shaved. He thought, because of that, and because of the way his voice sounded, that this person must be a girl.
“Oh,” the person in Australia’s body said, looking over their shoulder. “Oh, you must be Australia! That’s so weird, why aren’t you in my body? I thought we must have switched, like in all those movies!” When the actual Australia faced his body again, the person extended his hand. “I’m Seychelles, by the way.”
Australia hesitated before shaking his own hand, afraid it would create some sort of paradox by touching himself purposely. He felt very small in Switzerland’s body. “Seychelles… Well, you were right, I’m Australia.” He pursed his lips. “Seychelles. Could’ve been worse, I suppose. Have you found out who is in your body yet?”
She shook her head. “I was on my way to my room to check… Thought it would be you.” When Australia nodded, she continued, “I have no idea what to do. I mean, I’ve heard of magic, but I didn’t think it was possible!”
“Me neither.” That was a lie, but Seychelles didn’t have to know that. “Shall we go to your room, then? I’m sorta curious now, too.”
“Yes, let’s do that. It’s just down the hall, here.”
The two of them walked up to the door that belonged to the African nation’s room. Australia heard her inhale heavily before knocking. They stared at the door for a while. Then Seychelles sighed.
“I suppose they’re already out. Maybe we should try the lo—” She was cut off by a loud crash from inside the hotel room, followed by a shriek. Seychelles jumped. “Was that my voice?” She looked at Australia with an alarmed expression on her face, then back at the door. “Is everything alright?” she yelled, knocking again.
“Fine!” came the muffled reply. “Coming!”
Seconds later, the door was opened by a disheveled, pajama-wearing Seychelles. The nation laughed sheepishly. “Tripped over these legs.” Brown eyes shifted from Australia to the actual Seychelles. “I don’t suppose you’re Switzerland and Australia, right?”
Australia answered for them both. “No mate, we’re Australia and Seychelles. And who are you?”
“Ah, I see. This is really bizarre. Anyway, I’m Denmark!” He frowned. “I thought Norway had caused this, but I’m beginning to doubt it. He’d never involve all of you guys. Unless you’ve offended him, but I don’t suppose you did.”
Freaky Fifth of July [2g/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah.” She rubbed a hand over her face. “Sorry, I’m just kind of freaked out. I’m beginning to understand how big a problem this will be. I mean, what of one of our bosses calls?” She scratched the stubble on her chin. It occurred to Australia that he would have to help her shave if they stayed like this for a while. “I mean, I speak English, but do you speak German, Australia? Do you speak Creole, or even French, Denmark? Do you know if anyone speaks Danish, except you?”
“Yeah, Sweden, Norway and Iceland. And I think Netherlands can understand it. But I get your point. Where do you think everyone else is? The lobby? I bet they’re trying to find a way to fix this shit. We should go find them.”
“I agr—”
The conversation was interrupted by the door on the other side of the hallway slamming open. Seychelles jumped again, and so did Denmark when he saw who came out of the room.
“Right… That was my room, I remember,” he stuttered. Then he waved sheepishly at his body, clad in a weird combination of jeans, flip-flops and a pajama top. It waved back.
“Does anyone know what’s going on?” the person asked. “I’m Korea, by the way. Hi!”
Since no one was responding, Australia answered, “We don’t know what’s going on.” He blew Switzerland’s hair out of his face and continued, “I’m Australia, and this is Seychelles and Denmark. Korea, is your… Denmark’s hair wet?”
Korea laughed with embarrassment, looking very much like the actual Denmark. “See, I wasn’t fully awake. I was in the shower when I noticed I wasn’t myself.”
Denmark raised his eyebrows. Then he shook his head. “Well, we are almost the same height… Same build, too, so I guess it makes sense you didn’t notice right away. Guys, can we go to the lobby now?” After Australia had nodded, the nation added, “Wait, can someone get this hair to stay out of my face? It’s annoying me.”
Seychelles offered to braid it for him.
--
The odd group consisting of Norway, Iceland, Seborga, Turkey and Austria was still in search of England, when it encountered a confused Liechtenstein in a corridor on the first floor of the hotel. She was properly clothed in a blue summer dress and had a red bow in her hair. She was walking with her suitcase down the hall, frowning. Norway and Iceland, who saw her first, shared a quick look. Norway made a barely discernible move with his head, and Iceland called out, “Liechtenstein!”
She turned her head towards them and smiled politely but obviously confused. The group hurried over to the nation. Austria muttered, “Liechtenstein?” Then he turned to her. “Liechtenstein? Is it you, really?”
She frowned. “Yes, I’m Liechtenstein. Why? Is there something wrong?” Her face turned concerned.
Norway answered for them. “There is definitely something wrong. However, it does not seem to have affected you, which is odd. Why didn’t it?”
Liechtenstein put her suitcase down and held out her hands in a defensive manner. “Mister Greece, can you please explain what’s going on first? I’m sorry, but I don’t really understand it… There isn’t an emergency, is there?” Her gaze shifted between Norway and Iceland, who looked at each other once more. Iceland shrugged.
“It is hard to put in plain words,” Norway said eventually, “when you aren’t part of it.” When Liechtenstein rolled her eyes, he continued, “Well, for starters, I’m not Greece. I am Norway. Almost all of us seem to have swapped bodies. At random.”
“Swapped bodies?” Liechtenstein repeated.
“Think Freaky Friday,” a deep voice from behind her said suddenly. “Just way bigger, and much more without any purpose.” A group of people appeared from around the corner. “Hi, by the way. This is Seychelles speaking.” She waved at them with Australia’s large hand. “And this is—”
“Australia,” Norway said.
“Korea,” Iceland continued.
“And… Denmark.”
The latter’s face brightened. “Norway! That’s you, right? I’d know you anywhere. Well,” he looked between the Nordic brothers, “one of you two is Norway. I think…” The Dane narrowed his eyes. “I think… Greece!”
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)“Well,” Iceland replied, “it’s not been for long. I haven’t had the time. And I didn’t cause this, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He looked at the ground, then back at Norway. “I can control it. It’s not dangerous. I’m not dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?” Denmark and Turkey shouted, while Norway actually smiled at Iceland before turning around suddenly when a door down the hall opened. Two people stumbled out of their hotel room, squabbling over something or the other, but stopping when they noticed the group on the corner. Denmark grinned when he recognized one of them as his friend Netherlands with very poorly done hair. Austria and Seborga automatically turned towards Norway and Iceland to find out who these people actually were.
Norway’s face lit up almost imperceptibly. “At length, we have found England,” he declared. The person next to Netherlands’s body grinned broadly and slapped the former’s back.
“Well, seems you were right about that, dude. They are blaming you.”
“Yes, America, it would appear so,” England commented petulantly. He closed his eyes and frowned. “That would be Norway and Iceland… Austria in my body, oh, that could have been worse. Turkey, Italian bloke, Australia – oh, that’s just great –, Seychelles, Denmark, Korea and… Liechtenstein.”
The latter still looked mystified. Australia patted her back and turned his angry gaze on England, who stepped back on the other side of the corridor. “England,” Australia started, managing to sound so threatening even with his strangled voice and accent that even Liechtenstein flinched, “you better know of a way to fix this.”
England opened his mouth and closed it again, tightening his lips. “Not right away.” His – or rather Netherlands’s – green eyes flitted over the people in the hallway tensely. “I am very unhappy about this all… I had no idea what would happen to any of you. But I will explain myself later, when everyone is present, or at least more people.” He shuffled his foot on the green flooring. “To the lobby?”
“To the lobby,” Norway confirmed. Australia gave Liechtenstein a nudge, Turkey angrily stomped over to Iceland to demand an explanation and Denmark fell in line next to Norway, who sighed and rolled his eyes at him. Korea, Seychelles and Seborga followed the group a bit further off, keeping an eye on Austria, who groaned about his massive headache while stumbling down the hall.
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Hungary, in the meantime, had at last succeeded in finding a map and America’s car keys, as well as the super power’s bomber jacket. She had tried to call her own phone, but nobody had picked up. After that, she had briefly entertained the thought of calling Austria, but had dismissed it. It probably wouldn’t do any good to know whether Austria’s body was also inhabited by someone else. It would only make her worry.
Struggling with the map, the nation managed to locate America’s car – an old thing, she hadn’t been expecting that – and got in. Luckily, it wasn’t far to the hotel.
Nervous now, Hungary walked into the old building. Judging by the sounds coming from the foyer, quite a few nations had gathered there. Actually, a lot of nations. She wondered how many of them were affected. What if every single nation in the world had ended up in someone else’s body? She didn’t even dare imagine the imminent chaos if that had happened. She barely dared thinking about the turmoil that seemed to be happening already.
Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner to the lobby. The hotel receptionists seemed to have fled, which, Hungary thought, wasn’t all that unexpected. Almost all the nations that had attended America’s birthday party were scattered around the room. She quickly spotted her own body. Whoever was in it was talking to Seychelles. She bit her lip and paced over to them. The two spotted her and waved.
“You must be Hungary!” the person in her body said, and did she always sound like that? Weird.
“Yeah,” Hungary replied. “How do you know?”
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