I'm back with another story! I know I have three on going and I promise to keep writing all of them.

italics only= Canada's thoughts

''= England's thoughts

'' and italics= America's thoughts

disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Hetalia in general.

Arthur dressed up in a dark colored robe and grabbed his sorcery equipment. It was about 11:00 pm and Arthur was about to pay Alfred a little visit. He was currently in a hotel room a block away from Alfred's house. He just hoped that Alfred would be asleep by now. He grabbed the spare key to Alfred's house on his way out the door. The only reason he actually had a spare key was because he used Peter to retrieve it for him. Peter normally would never help Arthur, but he did this in order to thank him for helping when his fort caught on fire 7 years ago. He had never properly thanked him so he thought that by sneaking into Alfred's house and getting the key for Arthur that they could both forget about that incident. Arthur walks out of the hotel and down the street. He walked in the shadows, not wanting to seem suspicious. After a short walk he is standing right in front of Alfred's house. He is relieved when Alfred's car is in the drive way and all the lights in the house are off. Arthur inserts his key into the lock and unlocks the door. He walks in and closes the door behind him. The room has a light sent of hamburgers. Arthur crinkles his nose in disgust. He personally couldn't understand at all why the American thought that that food was so appealing. Arthur ignores the smell and walks towards the room that he had known to be Alfred's from the visits that he has made to see Alfred. He was suddenly thankful that Alfred loved to get the newest of everything as he walked through the halls. The floors didn't squeak once as he walked toward the door. He grabs the door knob and opens the door. In the middle on the room laid Alfred, wearing just his American flag boxers. Arthur rolls his eyes at how narcissistic Alfred was. He walks into the room and walks towards to the bed. He trips on his way to the bed on a baseball bat and lets out a string of curses. Arthur sighs in relief when he realizes that Alfred was still asleep.

'Thank the heavens that Alfred is such a heavy sleeper.'

He sets up his equipment to preform the spell he was going to do around the bed where the American was sleeping. Arthur opened his spell book and started reciting the words of the spell he was about to use in a chant like fashion. After about five minutes he was finished with casting the spell. Alfred shifted in his sleep. Arthur quickly collected his stuff and left the room.

'Hopefully this spell to make Alfred quieter and more polite will work, but I won't know until morning.'

Arthur was about to leave the room when a really quiet voice rang from behind him.

"Maple." Arthur hears he word being muttered from Alfred in his sleep. He pauses in confusion, but brushes it off as nothing. How wrong he was for brushing this off as nothing. He continues out the door. In the morning he would see if his spell worked.

Alfred woke up the next morning to a chilly breeze.

"Tony did you leave the window open again last night?" He tries to shout but it comes out quiet. He pauses confused. Why was he having difficulty raising his voice? He reached to his right to grab his glasses off his nightstand, only to realize that the nightstand wasn't in it's place. Alfred reached on the other side of the bed and felt around feeling the glasses resting on something furry. He grabs the glasses and puts them on. He jumps when he sees a small polar bear on the bed side table. He sighs in relief when he notices it is just a stuffed animal. Well, he was relieved until it moved it's head to look at him.

"Who are you?" The polar bear asks.

"You can talk?" He asked amazed.

"Yes. Who are you?" It asks again.

"I'm Alfred F. Jones." He replies.

"No you're not. That's the guy in the bomber jacket."

"Yes, that's me." Alfred responds annoyed. He realizes this is pointless and decides to go to the bathroom to get ready for the day. As he gets out of bed he realizes that this is not his bedroom, or even his house. He runs into the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. After getting to the bathroom he glances at the mirror before staring at the mirror. The person staring back at him wasn't himself, but in the mirror was his brother's face.

'Maybe this was all a bad dream...'

He stands there for a couple minutes before everything fits together in his head. Right now he wasn't himself like usual... he was Canada.

"Wake up!" Arthur shouts frustrated. He was trying to wake up Alfred for the past ten minutes but Alfred was such a heavy sleeper that he didn't even flinch. He finally woke up.

"Arthur? What are you doing here?" Matthew asks a little louder than he's ever talked in his life.

"I know that I am not supposed to be in your house, but I got a spare key and I was wondering if you for some odd reason, feel any different today." Arthur hopes that something happened and that his spell worked.

"Yes I am feeling a little different." Matthew responds honestly.

The whole room seemed to be warmer than how it was yesterday and without his glasses he couldn't see as well as he normally could. Usually he could barely make out figures of people without his glasses but today he could only rely on his hearing to identify who was in the room with him. Matthew tried to feel around the bed for his glasses but couldn't find them any where.

"Um, Arthur could you please show me where my glasses are?" Matthew asks and Arthur smiles victoriously. To him he thought that the spell had worked.

"Here you go lad." Arthur responds handing Alfred's glasses to him. Matthew puts on them and smiles when he notices that Arthur is looking right at him. Not right through him like usual, but right into his eyes.

"Merci." Matthew thanks him causing Arthur to look at him in confusion.

'Why would Alfred know French?'

"Is something wrong?" Matthew asks him.

"No it's nothing. I'm going to leave you to get dressed and cleaned up so we can go out for breakfast. Today is going to be the best day in a long time." He mutters the last part to himself and exits from the room before Matthew could ask any more questions.

Tony enters the room to return a baseball that Alfred said he could borrow the other day. Matthew jumps at the sight of the alien and Tony rolls his eyes. Tony was assuming that Alfred was jumpy because of the horror movie he watched last night. He doesn't say a word and just puts the baseball where it belonged before leaving the room. Matthew decides that he is just tired so he's seeing things and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He grabs the toothbrush and puts some toothpaste on it before checking his hair in the mirror. He freezes when he sees Alfred in the mirror. It takes him a second to realize that he was Alfred and he smiles.

As Alfred, everyone will notice me and I won't be forgotten ever again.

Thanks for reading this chapter! Please review! I'll talk to you guys next time I update this story. :)