Kelsey: Welcome all. I'm very aware of how creepy part of this sounds, but there isn't another good way to describe it. But first, a disclaimer: I don't own anything...yet. *evil grin* Kidding!

Sealand: Can we just start the story already?

England: I want to prove that I'm right! You are not meant to be a country after all!

Sealand: Am too!

Kelsey: *sigh* Why did I ever agree to let either of you in the into?

England: Right...you agreed...

Sealand: Sure...

Kelsey: Hold on a second...

Sealand: SHH! IT'S STORY TIME!


He had a plan. It was sort of lying and sort of cheating, but it was still a plan. England would regret the day he forgot about his brother. He thought of that as he sat against a cold stone wall. It's what's best. He deserves it…

He stood in his basement, attempting to make a magic potion. Bottles of various sizes, shapes, and colors surrounded him. Carefully mixing a few's contents together, he smiled. So close… If it worked this time, he would be the most powerful country in the world. Even Russia would fear me.

Sealand grinned evilly to himself as he hit 'record' on his video camera. Soon, the whole world would see that his brother really was crazy. Nobody would listen to a crazy person. He watched as his brother acted the part perfectly, even evilly laughing for the heck of it. England looked just like a mad scientist. Now, Sealand realized, I won't even have to Photoshop it that much. He frowned after awhile when the camera made a beeping noise, signaling the memory being full on the camera.

England jumped slightly as he heard a beep coming from the partially open closet behind him. That's odd. Turning around, he saw the faintest flash of red light. He crept towards the closet. Maybe he'd set down a calculator or something in there.

The boy panicked as his brother's footsteps grew nearer and nearer to his hiding spot. Turn around. Go back to whatever you were doing. Stop! There was nothing he could do to conceal himself after his brother opened the door. The young boy awaited the inevitable. He would be caught.

In the dim light of the basement, there was no telling what was inside or even if there was something inside. He took a deep breath and heaved the metal door the rest of the way open. He wasn't expecting to see his brother. "Sealand? How did you get in my closet?"

The window. You left your window unlocked. "I, um-" He jumped up and tried to run away, but he ended up hitting the desk his brother had been working at and spilled a bottle of who-knows-what on himself.

The Brit ran up to his brother, but he was too late to stop the falling bottle. "Oh, be bloody careful Sealand! That's dangerous!" All he managed to do was cut himself on a piece of the broken glass and get some of the translucent pink liquid on his hand. After just a second, he realized what would happen if they both stayed covered in the concoction. Then it was too late.

Sealand woke up on the floor. What? Oh, right. He sat up, but felt strangely different. When he stood up, the strangeness continued. He was taller, like a LOT taller. About as tall as…England. Where was he? The thing he saw next scared him the most. "England?" What he saw was himself, well his body.

England opened his eyes. He saw his younger brother in his own body. It works! Yes, I did it! He smiled. "Sealand?" His voice was high-pitched and childlike.

His younger brother, looking down, saw England's body. Except he was in it. "What did you do?" Hold on, this might not be a bad thing…

"It works!" England jumped up and down with his new youthful agility. "I did it!" A thought came forth from the back of his mind. How am I going to get to my meeting? "Now we just have to find a way to reverse it."

"We?" Sealand stood up. "No way."

"What do you mean no? This whole thing is your bloody fault!" England had to stare up at his brother. It was kind of creepy to be staring at himself.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have a meeting later. I'm going to go as you."

"No you're not!"

"Who's going to stop me?" Sealand grinned. "I'm England. I have a powerful military and many allies. You don't. I can do whatever I want to you. Remember when YOU told ME that, England?" He laughed.

England was speechless. His brother was right. He had no power as long as everyone thought he was his brother. "You couldn't handle being me for an hour, let alone a whole meeting."

Sealand's eyes sparkled. Okay, technically they were England's eyes, but the competitive fire it to his brother. "The deal is mutual. Fair?"

'I believe that my little brother Sealand is a country and everyone here should…' He glared up. "Fair enough. You'll have to stay here until I figure this out. You can't go home to Sweden."

"I'm not stupid." With that he picked up the phone and dialed his father's number. England listened silently as his brother made an excuse in his voice about why he was staying. They should try to spend more time together because they were brothers. Perfect. Well, close enough to perfect, because it moment he set down the phone, England reminded him, "You have a meeting in 15 minutes, so I would get going. Then, you come home and finish my, I mean, your paperwork. After that, you go to another meeting. Got it?"

Sealand frowned. "Is that all you got?"

"And I just sit here all day and drink tea." He smiled as they both started up the swas still there. "Is that a challenge?"

"Yes. You can play powerful for as long as I need to get a reversal spell figured out. When you get too stressed, then you go to a world meeting and say…this when you get back to normal." He scribbled down something on a scrap of paper.

Sealand began to skim the paper. Just the beginning showed how awful losing would be. 'I, Sealand, decided that I no longer want to be a country…' "And if I don't crack?"

A sour expression didn't exactly work on such a young face. "You will, trust me."

Sealand opened the notebook on the table to a fresh page and wrote a few sentences down. He handed

tairs. "Your life is so much easier."

The younger country grinned again. "No. Actually, you're going to Latvia's."

"Latvia's? What for?" England's smile faded when he realized he would have to go to some small country's house.

"Because that's what I usually do. Scared?" They reached the top of the stairs and sat at a table. England felt so short.

"Why should I be scared? Latvia isn't scary." England got up on his knees.

"No," Sealand drummed his fingers on the polished wood. "but Russia is."

England glared at him. "You're bluffing. You don't go over to see Russia every day."

Sealand smiled, looking down on his brother. "No, I go to see Latvia. Russia just happens to live there."

"Fine. I'll go." England hopped down from his chair and walked out of the house. He turned around in the doorway. "Have fun at my meeting, git."