Hey everyone ! I just got done watching Season 4 of Hetalia and got inspired to create a new story ! So this one is mostly about Alfred and Arthur switching bodies. This chapter is Alfred's point of view. Anyway I don't own Hetalia. So, enjoy.
It was a calm peaceful morning, Alfred and Arthur were sleeping, but little did they know that when they woke they were in for a surprise. The two had somehow switched bodies.
As he woke, Alfred stretched his his arms and heard a slight crack, "Cracking in my bones already ? Man I am getting old" he snickered to himself. "Oh well.." he said as his eyes started becoming more aware of things.
Rubbing his eyes he looked around the room, "Wait, this isn't my room" he said. Alfred got up and started looking for his glasses, "There not-" he stopped soon looking at himself in a mirror. "What the hell !" he said as he noticed the image in the mirror. "I am- am Arthur !" he screamed.
He rubbed the bushy brows that rested above his green emerald eyes "How did this happen !" he asked himself. A growl then came from his empty stomach, "Gah, I will worry about this later, right now I am starving, let's see what this British dude has in his fridge."
Alfred walked down the steps to the kitchen trying to forget that he looked the Englishman. He had hoped that it was all a dream. He gripped his fingers around the fridge handle and opened it. "What the hell is this stuff !" he said as he looked at the assortment of English food. He picked up a scone and took a bite of it quickly throwing it down in disgust. "Gross ! Iggy really needs to learn the enjoyment of real food." he said to himself.
As he left the kitchen not finding anything that would appetize his cravings he walked back up the stairs to dress the body that wasn't his. "Maybe I should get dressed and go out for some food."
As he invaded the closet in Arthur's room, Alfred had a look of disapproval on the face he now claimed, "All this stuff looks so uncomfortable" he sighed. "Well I guess I have to get something" he said as he grabbed a grey dress shirt and slacks and continued his walk to the bathroom.
He dragged his feet with every step he took eventually arriving in front of the mirror that was on the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He looked at the blonde locks that belonged to Arthur, "I need to go call him, who the hell knows where my body is" he said when the grumble to his stomach came back.
Holding the flat, slim stomach that wasn't his he quickly got dressed and left the house, "So damn hungry..." he said to himself closing the door behind him. He walked down the street, head down thinking about the whole body swap thing, but still his hunger was more important.
As he walked he came across a small diner, walking in he heard a familiar voice, "Arthur !" the voice called.
He squinted his eyes as he searched for who was calling him, "Over here you sheep" the voice said again. Alfred soon knew who it was as he walked over to the voice, "Francis" he said.
Francis quickly motioned for Alfred to come sit with him, but Francis was unaware of what he saw was Arthur was really Alfred. "Mon ami sit, please." he said.
Alfred sat across from the Frenchman, thinking about telling him what happened but then deciding it would be fun to mess with the Englishman being in his body. "So yo...I mean...Hello Francis" Alfred said trying to act casual and polite like Arthur would.
"Hello Mon Ami, nice to see you here" Francis said smiling.
"Yeah, yeah..." Alfred said placing his head in his crossed arms.
France then moved his arm across the table trying to pick the others head up. "You shouldn't be napping now" he said.
"Hey get the hell off of-" he said being cut off by the waitress who stood before them.
"Hello, may I take your orders ?" the waitress said with a pretty smile on her face.
"Ohonhonhon, but of course" Francis said with his creepy smile looking at the waitress.
"Dude there is that creepy smile again" Alfred said shaking a bit forgetting that he was in Arthur's body.
Francis did not hear Alfred's statement luckily and looked over at him, "What was that ?" he asked.
"Oh nothing" Alfred replied. "Shouldn't we get back to ordering ?" he chuckled nervously.
"Oh yes Mon Ami" Francis replied turning away from what he thought was Arthur looking at the waitress. "Ah, yes I will have an a glass of your best red wine and nothing more." he said with a casual tone to his voice as he looked the the beautiful waitress with admirable eyes.
"Okay" she said looking back and the Frenchman ignoring his gestures. "And for you sir ?" she said clicking her pen as she pointed it at Arthur.
"Oh me...I'll have a bacon cheeseburger and some fries...and a cola" Alfred said.
"Mon Ami ? Are you alright ?" the Frenchman questioned. "I have never seen you order something like that before"
"Oh you know, you should always try new things" Alfred said chuckling nervously.
The waitress looked at Alfred trying to avoid the French perverts creepy smiles, "Well, your order should be up soon."
"Okay belle" Francis smiled blowing a kiss to the waitress.
"Ugh !" she grumbled as she started walking away. "I need another job, I can't stand dealing with pervs like him !"
"So Arthur, are you ready for the meeting today ?" Francis asked folding his hands as he leaned his chin on them.
"Meeting ? I didn't know there was a meeting today !" the American boomed.
"But of course there is, you know it is not like you to forget things like that, Ohonhonhon."
"Yeah...uh...sure" he replied with a bit of a worry to the English accent that was not his. "Oh, no what the hell am I going to do ! I can't act like that English douche in front of all the other countries...though I do hate him it may be fun to mess around a bit" he chuckled lightly to himself.
The waitress then came back delivering Francis his wine, "Here you go" she said avoiding eye contact with him.
"Why thank you" he said grabbing her hand and kissing it gently.
"You fucking perv, get the hell off of me !" she screamed slapping him across the face.
"Oh poo, no one loves me" he said with his tone drastically changing from happy to sad.
Alfred sat and thought for a moment "What would Arthur say...Oh I know !" Alfred then spoke up and said, "You..um damn wanker...what the hell is wrong with you !"
"Yeah that was good" he thought to himself as a hand quickly grasped around his neck.
"What was that you dick ?" Francis questioned angrily tightening his grip on the others neck.
"Dude...I mean get off me you frog !" Alfred said removing the Frenchman's hands from his neck.
"Hmph, I am leaving. You aren't worth being in my sexy air anyway" Francis said.
The Frenchman then walked away leaving his wine on the table and leaving Alfred all alone. "Jesus Christ ! Now I know what Arthur deals with" Alfred said to himself as his food arrived.
"Awwh yeah ! I am seriously starving" he said as he started shoving french fries into his mouth.
Moments later, Alfred finished his food and payed for it walking out of the restaurant heading back to Arthur's home since he couldn't go back to his considering the situation. "Damn, I still have to get ready for the bloody meeting" he spoke to himself realizing he just said 'bloody.' A quick hand then went to his forehead slapping it, "Now I am starting to sound like him."
Okay, pretty okay-ish right ? Anyway next chapter within a week and a half or so ? Well I hope you enjoyed, review if you'd like.