Italy wakes up very slowly, extricating his face from his pillow. He looks at the oak headboard of his bed, blinking slowly several times before rolling onto his back and closing his eyes again. Finally, he sits up and pulls the blankets off of his legs. He shakes his head lightly and his blonde hair falls almost into his eyes. Italy stands up and walks across the cold mahogany floorboards barefoot. He shuts the bathroom door behind him and pulls his shirt over his head. His rock hard abs ripple as he stretches upwards, yawning. He removes his shorts blearily, then steps into the shower. He pulls the curtain shut behind him and turns on the water. The cold wave that hits him causes him to gasp, but the warmth that came afterwards massaged his shoulders comfortingly. Italy relaxes, letting the warm water caress his face and run down his toned muscles. He begins to rub shampoo into his scalp, eyes still closed. Italy starts at the sound of the door being swung open forcefully.
"Italy! Italy!" The voice that hails him sounds strangely familiar.
"You sound like me," he says. "But I sound like Germany..."
"That's because you are me!" comes the exasperated voice. "We somehow switched bodies... or minds..."
"Cool!" says Italy in Germany's voice. Stepping out of the spray of water, Italy looks down at himself for the first time that morning. "Whoa," he says. "I look... Amazing."
"Yes, I look good," says the real Germany. He whips the curtain open, revealing Italy standing in Germany's body.
"You look like me~!" Italy smiles hugely, revealing a set of pristine white teeth in immaculate rows. "I had no idea I was so cute!"