Here is my attempt on a Hetalia body swap fanfiction. No rude comments and all the characters (except for my OC's) belong to Himaruya-san. All the events belong to me. Enjoy ^_^
It was a usual day in the 5 nordic countries, Finland was looking cheery as usual, Sweden mumbled something about his 'wife', Denmark was drinking, and Norway was pestering Iceland to call him, "Onii-chan." Suddenly England burst in and slurred, "Damn it America, he *hic* used to be so cute-" he looked around and saw he was interrupting a nordic meeting. Instead he kept rambling about America and France. Denmark, thinking this was the right time to approach the crazy drunk brit said, "Hey bro! You okay? I think you had a bit too much to drink!" England whirled around and said, "Oh, you think you're the cwever drinker eh? I'll show you!" He lifted his wand and before the nordics knew it, the wand magic hit both Norway and Denmark. Both countries fell on the hard ground, unconscious.
Denmark woke up first, he felt dizzy and for some reason, strange. Ash blond strands of hair were in his eyes, he felt heavy and out of place. He rubbed his eyes and noticed that his hand was long, thin with a pale tone. But then again he was seeing doubles of the hand so it may be a hallucination. Denmark sleepily looked up and finally was aware of his surroundings and noticed he was in a warm bed with troll and fairy prints on it, the room had old wooden furniture and was painted an eggshell colour but other than that it was pretty empty. All of his memories from yesterday flooded in, he remembered the meeting in Sweden, the drunk Englishman barging in, and then a wand and a bright light. The light was the last thing he remembered before apparently passing out. He felt his body making sure he was in one piece, he did take upon notice that his body was a bit thinner than usual but marked it down as losing a bit of weight. The dane stood up, feeling shorter than usual, he looked at his body and saw he was wearing an all too familiar blue sailor outfit.
Refusing to believe where this is leading too, he saw from the corner of his eye a detached curl. He put both hands on his hair but rather his spiky wild hair, he felt neat soft hair with something cold and metal in his hair. Denmark again looked down at hands, they really were a bit paler than his usual tone, knowing now what he saw before wasn't a hallucination, he was now freaked out, he scanned the room. Looking for a mirror. Denmark finally found a circular mirror and ran up to it. But his reflection was not his own but someone he knew too well. Dull blue eyes, a nordic cross in hair, and sailor outfit. Denmark's, or rather Norway's eyes widened and he hyperventilated. He couldn't believe he was in his best friend's body. "No!" He told himself. "This must be some weird dream I'm having where I'm stuck in my best friend's body. Yeah! Thats it!" To make sure his theory was correct, he pulled hard on the curl but to his horror he was still Norway. He touched the foreign skin and whispered, "I'm Norge?!"