The dull clap of a book shutting its contents resounded into Arthur Kirkland's (to a select few know otherwise as England) eardrums as he maneuvered toward his bookcase to return his selection to its proper place. Moments before, he had been practicing his magic in a backroom he had craftily (or so he thought) christened his "Black Cellar". In recent years, the books had welcomed dust to nest in their crevices due to their disuse, but the country now needed his meticulously serialized collection of incantations. He had been reluctant to accept such a request from that damn frog, considering how he absolutely loathed meddling in another nation's problems. Rather, he had first refused, a hand in the Frenchman's face an only further intimation of his indifference.

Then, the bloody wine bastard offered up free alcohol. On him. For a month.

Of course, France would bargain with him using a weak point. It was the tactic so foreseeable, no author could ever hope to conceal a plot twist within it. With an overtly bushy eyebrow cocked suspiciously, he had asked what sort of scheme he had in mind, in the event he should decide to take up the offer (not that he was considering it, mind you.)

Francis had given him one of his infamous smirks as he lay out the basics of the sort of spell England would perform. Afterward, Arthur had chortled at Francis, bewildered at how such an enchantment could trigger hidden romantic feelings between the two individuals France was so keen on bringing together. Yet, somehow, the Brit had accepted the bargain, despite the blatant fact that it would most likely not be followed through.

That damn free grog. He shook his head in discontentment at himself. But what was done was done. The spell lacked complexities, giving England time to fiddle around with the default settings to suit his needs.

Setting 1-Expiration of Spell: N/A

This didn't fly with England. Since the spell apparently needed to be negated through a reversal spell, it left the possibility of the pair to remaining under the enchantment for a longerperiod of time than was necessary, should England encounter some emergency that would prevent him from casting said spell. Extra time almost guaranteed both subjects pinpointing who was responsible for their predicament and the British male did not wish for furious nations on his case. Therefore, he set a duration of 24 hours.

Setting 2-Spell Expiration Trigger: (insert trigger here)

Since there now existed a definitive endpoint, there wasn't any real need for an alternative way to terminate the magic, but the blond threw in the ol' musty, exhausted cliché of a kiss. He felt slightly ashamed at his dearth of creativity, but he wasn't eager to waste inventive juices on a request of France's design.

Please cast any additional side effects or conditions at this point.

Without another thought, England added in post-spell amnesia that would only occur if the trigger (read: kiss) did not occur. The probability, England figured, of such an action seemed too low to place all faith in the outcome. Knowing neither person would recall the incantation if the attempted matchmaking failed let England breathe easier.

With his spell work completed, he retired to his bedroom, teacup in hand, midily anticipating the results of his little "experiment".

From the moment Japan unveiled his eyes to the world, he knew something wasn't exactly right. Instead of the commonplace sight of his quarters with tatami mats, sliding doors and painted cranes, his irises were greeted by blue-tinted plaster walls, oaken dressers and cotton curtains swaying in the ocean breeze wafting into the area through slightly ajar windows; all of this illuminated by a lamp perched on the nightstand.

At first, his heart spluttered in panic, fearing that someone had captured him in his sleep, but his nerves calmed the moment he spotted a Greek flag hanging off the side of one of the furniture pieces. At least now he knew his approximate location: Greece's bedroom.

But why? The inquiry nagged at Japan as he slid out of the bed, hoping that examining his surroundings would further enhance the situation. Japan couldn't fathom how the thought came into his cerebral, but he felt strangely taller than normal, as if he had miraculously grown several centimeters overnight. But of course, such explosive growth couldn't occur. Thus, he dismissed the theory from his mind.

He paced the room, scanning his memories of the previous day. As the events were serialized, he found, to his consternation, that no connection to his predicament now and his actions prior existed. He hadn't even seen Greece yesterday, let alone considered visiting the man. The Asian would neverindulge in high quantities of alcohol, so getting drunk didn't fit into the picture. His only remaining options were that: A) he was dreaming or B) someone had really kidnapped him. Japan put more faith in the former, as it seemed most logical. (Greece had never been the type to harm close friends.)

His eyes traipsed to the open window. The darkness shrouded the outside scenery from view, save for the dots of lamplight lining the streets below. As a habit, almost mechanic at this point, he blockaded any stray hair's path into his line of vision with his fingers as they swayed with the soft breeze. At this moment, he noticed something…different about his hand. It seemed thicker - more toned. And tanned

Wait…what? His brain froze when he caught sight of his perplexing change in skin tone. A skin tone akin to….no way.

Japan rocketed out of Greece's room, his eyes squinting in the dim light for the entrance to the bathroom he knew was located in this very hall. As soon as said room reached within arm's distance, he grasped the handle, pushed the door open and flicked on the light - all in one fell swoop.

He wasn't even halfway in the room, nor were his eyes completely adjusted to the influx of light, before his very blood seem to freeze at the sight before him.

In the circular mirror hanging over the sink, an all-too-familiar shirtless Greek was staring, with the same shocked eyes and gaping mouth, right back at Japan.

Author's Note: Dun, dun, DUUNNNN! Are you surprised? I would be if you were, since the summary hinted at a body switch. This idea seemed a bit cliché when I though it up, but figured I would try my hand in making a good body-switching fic for Greece and Japan. (Plus, I haven't seen this sort of thing done for this particular pair, so there's some sort of originality.)

In any case, this is a request done for ObliviousFromReality on deviantART for coming in second place in a contest. Expect this to be relatively short, about 1-2 chapters more from this point.

Thanks for reading and I hope you all liked it

~AnimeOtakuFreak1029