Al~righty! This here's the sequel to my first fanfiction An Unusual Occurrence (hence the title). If you haven't read that story, I strongly recommend doing that before reading this story, as many things will make a lot more sense.

Here's the story: /s/8008587/1/An-Unusual-Occurence

Anyway, now that you've read the previous story... here's a quick reminder: France/Sanji refers to France in Sanji's body, while Sanji/France refers to Sanji in France's body.

Have fun reading~

Also, the One Piece portion takes place between Skypiea and the Davy Back Fight.

France sleepily opened his eyes. He started to push himself up from England's couch, only to stop when he felt not the soft cushion of the seat beneath him, but crisscrossing ropes. He sat up and looked around. He was surrounded by wooden walls. A large pole with rungs led to a hole in the ceiling, set in the center of the room. He noticed several other people sleeping around him in hammocks – and upon looking down, he learned that he was sitting on one as well. He also learned that he wasn't wearing his gorgeous Parisian sweater, but a sleek black suit with a pinstripe blue shirt beneath it, as well as a black tie. His hands seemed different as well.

Noticing a mirror in the far corner of the room, he rolled out of the hammock and quietly crept to the mirror. He almost yelled in shock and clapped a hand to his mouth to prevent this.

What he saw was not himself. In the mirror stood a young man (probably 19 or 20, he guessed) with blond hair that covered the left eye; an eyebrow that (for some reason) curled into a small spiral on the outside of the forehead; some stubble just below the mouth; and of course, the pure black suit, along with the black tie, black shoes, blue shirt, and shiny gold buttons, three down each side of the suit.

France waved his hand. The young man in the mirror waved back, copying his movements exactly. He sat down heavily.

I've… I've switched bodies with this young man? This is just like when angleterre switched with that Luffy character… but now I'm the one taking the brunt of the effect. Come to think of it, this is probably his fault… hopefully he'll be able to fix it soon.

He was just considering how to find out how to act like whoever he was now when an idea occurred to him.

Hm… why not just let these people figure it out themselves? I'd like to see their reactions… it would be quite amusing. I'll just act like myself – that would be much easier than attempting to impersonate someone I don't know.

Smirking, he rose from the floor and climbed the rungs. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Emerging outside, he instantly realized that he was on a boat – or, more properly, a ship. The sail on the main mast fluttered slightly in the breeze. France realized that it was marked with a jolly roger – one wearing a yellow hat with a red band around the middle. That was odd… a pirate ship? The young man whose body he had sure didn't look like a pirate… and what kind of jolly roger had a hat?

Shaking his head in bewilderment, he set about in search of the kitchen. As he looked around, he heard someone calling to him from high above: "Ohayo, cook-san!"

Looking up, he found someone – they were too far away to make out the features, but he could tell it was a woman from the voice – peering down at him from the crow's nest. He smiled and waved. "Bonjour, mademoiselle! Could you tell me where the kitchen is?"

She pointed towards an open door a little ways down the deck. He nodded. "Merci!"

Walking into the kitchen, he took off the suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and started cooking breakfast for… let's see… how many people? He'd seen four sleeping in the room, so including himself and the woman in the crow's nest… six? Eh. Might as well make more servings in case anyone wants seconds.

France had just finished making the last of the omelets when people started coming in – a green-haired man with three swords, a small… was that a reindeer? No, it must have been a child wearing a costume… a fellow with an unusually long nose, the woman from the crow's nest (who he now could see was quite lovely), another woman that must have been sleeping elsewhere (she had short red hair, and was wearing a t-shirt with shorts), and finally, a boy wearing a straw hat (it looked like the one on the jolly roger, France noted) over his black hair, a red vest, and blue shorts.

"Ohayo!" the kid greeted happily. "Ne, what's for breakfast, Sanji?"

"Omelets with—"

France stopped. Sanji? Where had he heard that name before…

"O...kay? Say, are you feeling alright?"

"Of course I am! Hey, blond guy, have you seen Sanji? I'm really hungry!"

"Pardon, angleterre, but who the hell is Sanji?"

France almost gasped out loud with shock. So this young man whose body he now had… this was 'Sanji'? Which meant… he had come to the same place that angleterre had come to… and this kid…

"Luffy?" he exclaimed, turning to face him fully.

Luffy grinned. "Huh? What?"

"Oh, nothing… I just haven't, well, talked to you for quite some time…"

Luffy stared at him curiously. "Um… okay. So what's for breakfast?"

"Omelets with cheese."

Zoro raised an eyebrow. "What the hell's wrong with you, love-cook?"

France/Sanji was about to make some scathing reply when he noticed for the first time just how lovely the redhead was. Pulling out a rose that he found in his shirt pocket, he exclaimed, "Ah, mademoiselle, how I have longed to gaze upon such a face as yours!"

As he was about to start serenading her with a French love song, the Latino brunette caught his eye. Turning to her, he presented her with another rose and cried "Mademoiselle, you too are lovely, you have beauty to rival that of the moon itself!"

He was now torn between the two women. "Oh, how cruel this God is that would force me to choose between two equally lovely women!"

"Never mind, he seems normal," Zoro muttered, grabbing a plate.