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Summary: Bel and Flan fight a lot. So much that it pisses the other Varia members off. Fed up with each other's behavior Squalo tells them to switch places for a week. Crack Oocness.

The Frog Prince And The Royal Commoner

"Ugly toad!"

"Fallen prince!"

"Shitty illusionist!"

"Fake Prince!"

"Ugly peasant!"

"Freaking psychopath!"

"Ugly Mammon replacement!"

"Spiky haired Cyclops!"

"Freaking commoner!"

"Idiotic rich freak!"

"Untalented rookie!"

"Cheshire grinning psychopath!"

"Arrogant amphibian!"

"Knife loving barbarian!"

"Horrible magician!"

"Cold hearted egocentric un princely prince!"

"Uncivilized commoner!"

"Obnoxious stalker!"

"Terrible Transvestite!"

"Blonde Yeti!"

"Overpowered retard!"

"Kitten Killer!"

"You utterly useless froggy!"

"VOOOOIIIII SHUT UP! YOU'VE BEEN FIGHTING FOR OVER THIRTY SECONDS AND THE BOSS IS TRYING TO SLEEP!"

"Shut up fruit basket!" The younger members shouted back in unison turning their heads away from each other to look at the long haired male. The shark bit his lip holding in his growl. At of all the member why was Lussuria the only one who didn't talk back to him? Bel and Flan turn back to each other seeing nothing but red.

Punch, scrape, tug, bite, kick, scowl, crash, strangle, mayhem.

"THAT'S IT!" The captain pulled the amber haired male of his petite toy. "STOP IT YOU FUCKING BRATS." It took all of his strength to hold Belphegor back. It was as if he saw his own blood.

Then again there was small splotches of blood on both of them from the biting. "What will it take for you two to stop fighting?"

"Froggy's death; we need a third Varia mist guardian."

"If you must flaunt your royal status then be a fairytale prince or at least be nice to your team mates."

"That's really gay."

"Looks who talking, at least I wasn't in love with a baby boy."

"Why yo-!"

"STOP! That's it for the next week I want you to switch places!"

"What?" The younger ranking assassins asked.

"For the next week Flan will be Bel and vice versa."

"Why would the prince do that?"

"Because if the prince doesn't he won't have a place to stay."

"The prince is rich he doesn't need to stay here."

"True, but if you don't do it you'll be a coward and boss will think you have committed treason." The blonde remained silent thinking over his options. Squalo looked over at the newest member. "Do I really need to say it?" Flan shook his head. I suppose if Bel did it so would he.

"Alright we'll do it."

"Good, now this is what will happen. For the first day you two will act how you think the other acts. On the next days you will actually be acting like them. Bel, no more smiling and Flan you'll have to laugh every hour. You will wear each other's clothes and have the same likes."

They turned to give glimpses of hate at each other then back to the boss' sidekick. "Deal."

"Good, then keep it down and go get Lussuria to heal your faces." Mumbling incoherently the gray haired male stomped off leaving two very unhappy mafia members alone.

Glaring at each other the whole time they walked into the kitchen side by side afraid that the other would attack from behind. The sun guardian was in the kitchen baking his famous chocolate chip cookies. "Oh my! What happened to your faces? And your arms?" He could see the teeth marks and punch bruises so he really didn't need to ask. Then again he didn't get an answer not that he was even expecting one. "Box open!"

With a cry the peacock materialized in front of them its feathers spread and glowing a bright golden. A warm sensation surrounded them, the box weapon's powers working fine. Their small wounds healed quickly and the animal returned back to his box.

"Why is Cousin It wearing Bel's aluminum tiara?"

"Damn toad, I didn't know girls could have so much facial hair."

"Simmer down children you don't look that bad." The sun guardian said returned to his cooking cookies.

"Well compared to Levi..."

The older hitman chuckled. "No one will ever look dumber then him." The mint haired male nodded in agreement. It wasn't often that they agreed however when they did, it was more awkward then fighting.

"Is it hard to breath with a pelt on your face?"

"The frog isn't looking much better."

"At least I can see and I can breath."

"So can I, stupid."

"Well, should we start in the being each other today?" The illusionist asked in his normal monotone voice.

"After the prince shaves. Meet the prince in his room after you've groomed face."

"Alright." Flan trotted in his room into his adjacent bathroom. He didn't like his reflection if only someone was here to cut his hair. Not that he even trusted anybody enough. Once back to his original state Flan gave a small smile dusting his shedding locks of his clothes.

Flan waited a few more minutes before going to the storm guardian's room. The noblemen was a lot hairier then he was and would probably need more time. Decided it was enough he trotted to the prince's room. His knuckles touched the door once before it opened expecting him. "Ushishi, come in."

Flan walked in, the door was shut behind him. It was dark, really dark. This was to be expected though. The room was full of furniture and the bed was the biggest possible with a canopy top. Hanging from the ceiling were a few of Bel's silver knives hanging from thin almost invisible wire.

"This is the only time you can be in the prince's room touching his stuff." Moving over to his large walk in closet he surf through his things and pulled out some garments. "Here this should last you a week."

Layers of clothing were thrown on top of Flan. The amphibian couldn't see over the mountain of clothes. "Let's go to your room now."

"Where's the door? I can't see it."

"Ushishi. Follow me."

"I can't see you either, idiot. Not that I'd even trust you enough to follow you." The younger member followed a safe ten steps behind walking slowly and looking off to the side of the garment pile. The golden haired male barged into the peasant's room.

"Sucks in here." The room was basically the same as the prince's. He just didn't nearly have as much stuff. The future king walked to his closet which was equally big. Flan dropped all the items he was holding onto his bed. "Hey! Be respectful to the prince's stuff!" The older male turned back to the closet obviously being a spoiled brat hypocrite. He threw the clothes he didn't like to the floor and the garments that were acceptable to the bed.

The magician didn't bother saying anything. He picked out attire to last a week and walked back to his room without another room. Sighing the mist fighter picked up his clothes hung them back up. Next he picked out one of Bel's outfits and changed into it.

A/N: Review if this is worth continuing.