Prologue:
Warning: Swearing, France
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia!
"Oh! Bloody gits!" Arthur slammed the door and reached for his book. He was drunk and had just been hit on by non other than France. He had once again, pinched Arhtur's ass, and had tried getting him drunk, so he could get in his pants. Like England would ever let that bastard in bed with him.
Harrow, mallow, er...
Arthur blinked his eyes then stumbled.
Hallow, Marrow, Follow, Hollow...
A bright light hit him and he felt him self being pulled. Did I mess up? He wondered then he fell into darkness.
England woke up in a large bed. He blinked his eyes open and sat up. Where was he? This wasnt his room...he looked around and saw a book shelf. He realized the books were written in French. "Oh...dammit! If that bastard!" He said getting up but he realized that he was a little taller than before. He looked down and noticed his body was much leaner, and his...well...England blushed then looked in the mirror and screamed. He had long blond hair, blue eyes and a lightly stubbled chin. "Oh..." England realized he was in Frances body. He really fucked up that spell last night. He was in France's body...and naked too. But if he was in France's body...where was France? Oh god...a sudden realization made him sick. France had to be in his body.
With that thought England screamed again, and fainted. Little did he know that him and France were not the only ones affected.
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