This is what happens when I get ideas while searching headcanons on Google. XD I got bored and somehow managed to come up with this. It's just a random thing, sorry if it sucks. X3

It was another World Meeting and Germany was exhausted. Everything seemed even more chaotic than usual and he was growing weary of breaking everyone up from fights repeatedly. Even Italy and his brother, Romano were currently in a one-sided fight over something. Suddenly, a pair of pained squeals filled the air. Quickly turning around, Germany blinked in surprise when he saw the two had gotten their curls stuck together. He sighed, getting up to go help the poor Italians as everyone watched in confusion, as well as in a sort of cruelty from finding it all hilarious, but Germany sent those countries a glare before they could say anything spiteful.

"Dude! That's wicked stuck bro!" said America as he surveyed the damage curiously. "Don't you think I know that, bastardo!?" Everyone either flinched or just blinked in surprise. The comment sounded like something that Romano would say, but not only was the voice higher, but it came directly from Italy, who looked pissy, like Romano usually did. Romano, on the other hand, looked all scared and weak and sensitive. "Spain! Save me!" he whimpered.

Spain, quickly snapping out of his surprise, ran over to his distressed lover. "It's okay Lovi, I'm here."

Germany arrived at Feliciano's side as Spain began trying to untangle them. Romano became a pathetic little mess of moans and whines, while Feliciano got redder and...angrier? "HURRY THE FUCK UP BASTARDO!" he yelled.

Everyone was now seriously confused. What had happened to the two? England was the first one to voice this question as Germany began to help Spain untangle the twins. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh~Don't you know?" cooed Francis, the Italians' cousin. "Whenever zhey get zhere curls tangled, zhey switch personalities!" Everyone was surprised, and started to voice their confusion when Italy yelled. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU IDIOTE DEL CAZZO!" That shut them up, and they were all left to stew in silence as the Italians continued to suffer.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, they came unstuck, Italy turning to cry in Germany's chest while Romano cursed at Spain for 'taking so long, damnit!'.

As the other countries watched, they couldn't help but agree on one thing: they never wanted the Italians to switch personalities...EVER

Once again, this is just some crack-fic I came up with out of boredom. Sorry if it sucks! I might come and fix it later, probably not, but who knows?~

Here are some translations:

Bastardo means Bastard (duh!)

And Idiote del cazzo means fucking morons

I don't own Hetalia and never will. Now, excuse me while I go make a hamster hom. T^T