The day had gone to rest, and moonlight shone between the branches of a large oak tree outside. Everything was still, serene, asleep.

Except Mathias Køhler, who was tossing and turning in his spot, muffling giggles into his sheets.

It was living proof that the best ideas came at night.

He couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, a pale and strong finger poked the warm and still body next to him.

A groan.

"Nooorrge!"

"MMm…"

Denmark grabbed his shoulders, and swung the Norwegian around so that the two were face to face.

'NORGE."

"What the- Haven't we been over this? There is no such thing as Slenderman, calm your tits and go back to sleep-"

"It isn't about Slenderman this time!"

Annoyed, Lukas rolled back over. It was too late for this. "Well, I'll be…"

"Lukaaaaas. Come on. Listen."

Silence, and a sigh sounding about ready to punch something. "What?"

Mathias sat up, popping his back. "Okay, so, you know what day it is tomorrow?"

"Maybe it'll be the day where you let me sleep in peace."

"Wrong! It's April Fools day."

Haunting blue eyes pierced him as the blonde turned around to look the Dane dead in the face. "Cool. And why does this matter to me?"

"Well….what if we pulled a prank on everyone?"

A interested quality complimented the other's face. "Go on."

"What would happen if someone…..oh, I dunno, wasn't acting themselves?"

Denmark cocked an eyebrow, grinning shamelessly.

"..."

"Let's act like each other! Like, you act like me, and I'll act like you. It'll be really confusing and mindfuck everyone!"

Norway paused before rolling back over, shaking his head. "No way, Køhler. I can't be an annoying buffoon for a whole 24 hours."

"Don't be like that, Norgey. Come on. Please?" He settled onto the bed beside him, so close that Norway could feel the blond's breath on his neck.

"No."

"It'll be hilarious!"

"No thank you."

"Come oooooon!"

"Hmm...lemme think about it….no."

A short pause. Norway rolled his eyes angrily, and tucked his bedhead under his pillow.

"Den, stop it."

"..."

"Don't you dare use the puppy dog eyes on me."

Slowly, he peeked from his shelter from under the plush to see a pair of large turquoise eyes, accompanied by an expertly persuasive pout,

"Mathias Fucking Køhler, I-...fine. Just for tomorrow."

A strong pair of arms felt their way around his ways, along with whispered 'thank you's over and over again.

With a smirk, Lukas struggled from his partner's grasp, settling into his blanket.

"I'm only doing this because I love you."

" I know!"

"There's no need to be cheeky about it, dammit."

Denmark's breath evened out, and Norway could see that in the five seconds where he wasn't talking, he had tripped into sleep.

A snort. "Goodnight."