Alright. Alright. I know I've got a problem, but I love them. I'm sorry.

Actually, I'm not.

So I decided instead of having a new story for each one of these stupid one-shots, why don't I just put them all in one story. Schedule for this won't be constant. Basically, when I finish a one-shot I'll post it. If anyone has any AUs or ideas, feel free to PM me, but there's no promises that it will be written or completed. You didn't ask for it, but here you go.

This is based on that prompt where on New Years Eve, if you or your soulmate was twenty-one years old then you'd switch bodies for a day. It's really long, but I thought it would be a good start to this series of one-shots. Other updates will definitely not be as long as this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Alice rolled over in her bed, grabbing the covers and curling up. It was far too early to wake up after staying up until midnight the previous night. The sun was shining lazily in her eyes and she became aware of the faint smell of chocolate, coffee, and a cologne she didn't ever remember smelling before.

Abandoning the idea of returning to sleep eventually, she opened her eyes. What she saw was not her bedroom, nor her living room if she had ended up crashing on the couch after getting home so late. The Brit couldn't remember exactly what happened after she got home, but she had gotten home. But now she wasn't even in her flat. Alice blinked the sleep from her eyes and squinted, looking around the unfamiliar room in confusion.

The walls were a navy blue and a shelf stood against the wall by the window, full of books and little knickknacks, like a model spaceship and planet paperweights. The bed was a king and covered in a red duvet and sheets. The pillows were fluffy and numerous, with red and white starred pillowcases.

There were a few framed posters also decorating the walls, one of an older superhero movie, another of the classic Star Wars. A medium sized flat screen TV and a video game console sat on a table across from the bed, the table having cabinets full of DVDs and video games. A dresser was on another wall, full of pictures Alice couldn't make out. Three doors were also on the walls. One was half open, showing a bathroom while the others remained closed.

How could she have forgotten?

She had turned twenty-one in April, earilier this year. That meant that she'd finally meet her soulmate. Well, not meet them.

The New Years Eve of the year that someone turned twenty-one, that person would switch bodies with their soulmate the next day, spending the first day of the new year in their soulmate's body. Only one of them had to be twenty-one for it to happen, and the switch only happened once, when the first one turned twenty-one. Alice had completely forgotten, busy celebrating with her family last night and passing out when she had gotten home to her own flat in the early hours of the morning.

Alice sat up more and looked back to her own body, that most definitely was not her body. Her hands were bigger and her fingers longer. There was a lack of blond waves falling down her shoulders. Her skin was tanner and her body was definitely larger, taller or more muscular or something. The Brit was pretty sure she was a she anymore as well.

The previous blond climbed out of bed, thankful her soulmate wasn't one of those who slept nude. That would make this whole situation even more awkward. She stumbled into the bathroom, not used to being this tall either.

Alice hit the wall a few times searching for the light switch, finally finding it and the lights flickering on. She was met in the mirror with a man she had never seen before.

He was awfully handsome she easily decided. His, or her, hair was messy from sleep and more of a golden blond color than her own lighter blond. His eyes were the most important feature, the most beautiful shade of blue Alice had ever seen.

So this was her soulmate.

The blond had to admit, the whole being in his body was strange. Everything felt different as she wandered around the bedroom, trying to find some indication of who she was now. Alice didn't want to change her clothes or look at anything, it all felt like an invasion of privacy. She wanted to know him, not be him. Alice stopped in front of the window.

Skyscrapers reached for the sky as a million little people wandered around. Cars of every color, especially the bright taxi yellow, lined up at every cross walk while lights blinked red and green. Blots of small trees dotted the sidewalks while the people walked and ran and laughed and talked. New York City, so easily recognizable now that she stood in the middle of it.

She had never been in a place with so many people. The blond had grown up a few towns outside of London, but even London, with just as many people, didn't seem like it was the same as this. The atmosphere, the people, the buildings, it was all unfamiliar. They were cities of completely different breeds.

Alice had never been to America before. She hadn't even left Europe in her lifetime. The farthest she had ventured from home was a summer in France when she was eleven. Europe didn't seem as loud as the city she stood in now. It was not as new as here.

An upbeat song began to play suddenly behind her, some American pop song she hadn't heard. The Brit pulled herself away from the window and found a phone sitting on the nightstand, by an alarm clock and a pair of glasses. The screen glowed as the music played, announcing a call from someone named Maddie.

The blond hesitated before answering, pausing after she put it on speaker. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know who this was. Was it her soulmate's girlfriend? Or maybe just friend? Someone he wished was his soulmate instead of her. Was he wishing he had woken up in Maddie's body instead of hers?

"Alfred? You there?" A woman asked. She was soft spoken, but obviously comfortable with talking with him.

His name was Alfred.

Alice swallowed and cleared her throat. "Uh- This isn't Alfred." Her voice sounded foreign, deeper. She still retained her accent, but he probably had an American one. How did this voice sound with an American accent?

There was a quick silence. "Then who is this?"

"Alice. I'm, uh, Alfred's soulmate." More silence from her.

"Seriously?" She whispered.

"Yes."

"Oh wow, I'm coming over, just wait twenty minutes." Maddie exclaimed, then the call hung up. Alice frowned at the phone. She didn't even ask for her name.

Twenty minutes later, Alice had found a few things around the flat, finally exploring outside the bedroom. It was a fairly large apartment for someone who was at the most twenty-one. Her flat was definitely not this nice. She felt a little self conscious about her place now that she had seen his.

It had a large open kitchen and living room, along with a whole wall being glass to show a whole skyline of the city. There was another bedroom and bathroom that seemed to just serve as a guest room. Alice guessed this was some kind of penthouse. He had to have some money to get a place this size in New York City.

She found a New York drivers license and an ID for Columbia University in a wallet on the kitchen counter with a pair of keys. His name was Alfred Foster Jones and he turned twenty-one this July 4th, making her the older of the two. He was 6'2" and had blue eyes, which she had already figured. His picture was nice as well, he had a big smile that Alice was pretty sure she couldn't replicate, even in his body.

There was a knock at the door as the Brit examined some photos on the walls and tables. A few were with a girl who looked a lot like Alfred, maybe a sister, and some including an older couple, probably his parents. A few other people around their age made unexciting appearances.

Alice left the pictures and peeked through the fish-eye lens, finding it much easier to do with her newfound height. The same girl who resembled Alfred stood there. Alice opened the door. Her similarly golden colored hair was in low messy pigtails and she wore a sweatshirt and jeans. She looked like she had thrown on the nearest thing and rushed right over.

"Uh, hi." She said, smiling timidly. "I'm Madeline, we talked on the phone." She held out her hand. Maddie must be short for Madeline.

"Hi." Alice shook her hand awkwardly.

"You're Al's soulmate?" Maddie smiled a little wider as Alice nodded. "I was wondering if you guys would ever switch. Mind if I come in? This is so crazy." She murmured the last part.

Alice opened the door wider and shut it as Madeline came in. She set her phone and clutch on the counter near Alfred's keys. "So, um, who are you? To Alfred?" Alice finally asked.

"Oh! I'm his sister. Twin sister, actually. Sorry, I should've said that before." Maddie answered. She walked in the kitchen and looked around. "Are you British? Your accent is different."

"English, but essentially, yes."

"What's your name?"

"Alice Kirkland."

"Oh, cool." Maddie paused for a minute. "Sorry, it's just really weird to hear my brother talk with a British- sorry, English accent. You want breakfast, since I'm here? I'm sure you've got questions about Alfred."

"Sure." Alice sat at the bar as Maddie easily moved around the kitchen. She clearly knew her way around.

As her soulmate's sister made pancakes, it became a little easier to chat. Alice told her about herself, where she was from, her own family, how strange this whole switch thing was. In turn, Madeline filled in the details about Alfred that snooping about his apartment wouldn't tell her.

He was a good guy, she said, kind of loud and a little obnoxious at times, but overall a good person. He was smart even though it wasn't obvious. Then also, their father was CEO of a large company, explaining the big flat.

Maddie had already switched with her own soulmate last New Years Eve, so she could somewhat relate to Alice's current situation. At least both Alice and Alfred spoke English, Maddie's soulmate was from Germany and spoke only German when they switched.

She stayed into the early afternoon, answering questions and trying to help in any way she could. Alice could tell that they would get along well in the future.

Eventually around 4:00, Maddie had to leave. "I'd recommend writing Al a note when he wakes up, he'll probably do the same for you with his number and stuff. I'm sure you'd like to actually meet him instead of just his body." They both laughed at that.

After Maddie left, Alice spent the remainder of her time reading through some of his books. He had science books and textbooks, comic books, sci-fi novels among many. He was a bit of a nerd, Alice found. Some of the textbooks had notes in messy handwriting she had to guess was his.

It was so strange to see everything about him, but he still wasn't here. Like Alfred was a ghost and she was here to put together all the pieces of his life. How strange it would be to finally meet him in person, see the man who put all these things in the same room, who wrote the notes and played these video games.

Alice wasn't sure how it would work out. With him living a nice life here, he wouldn't want to just pick up and move just for her. Alice wasn't sure if she would be able to, given her situation with her university. She can't just drop out to move to America, which she would if she was able.

It grew dark and Alice barely noticed until lights caught her eyes. She quickly abandoned the notes she had just been reading.

New York City glowed in the dark. Lights of every color dotted every building while the night sky shined its own lights. The millions of people were all there hidden in the dark, but Alice couldn't tell even one of them.

Alice loved England and her little city she grew up in, but she was pretty sure she would give that up for this one. She'd give that up to be here in New York with Alfred. Whoever he really was.

She couldn't wait to meet him, instead of his ghost, lingering in these notes and photos. See him outside of a mirror. Feel him with her own skin.

The Brit decided it was time for bed after she stared at the city for just a little longer. She found a pen among a notebook full of drawings of stars and cosmos and tore out an empty page.

Dear Alfred,

My name is Alice Kirkland, I'm your soulmate. I obviously spent the last day in your body, which was strange in itself, but I can tell you the details when we are in our correct places. You've got a nice flat (and appearance).

I met your sister as well, she's lovely. She told me a little about you, but I would've rather hear it from you. I suppose I'll get to know all the real details when we meet.

I look forward to meeting you, really. I can't really express the feeling on paper, but I know that meeting you will be so much better than this whole switch situation. I didn't have any expectations for my soulmate, but if I did, I think they would be you.

Anyway, I'm being stupid. You know where I live now, call me when you wake up and we can figure how we can actually meet.

Truly,

Alice

She scribbled her number under the cursive of her letter and skimmed it quickly. It was incredibly sappy and stupid and if it were going to anyone else, Alice would have never written something like it. But going to Alfred, it seemed right. She'd probably be embarrassed later, but Alice decided to leave it.

The Brit left it on the nightstand and fell asleep not long after, the city lights twinkled goodbye, for now.

Dear Alice,

You're so beautiful! Sorry, I should've started with something else, but it's the truth. I never imagined I'd have a soulmate so pretty.

Anyways, my name is Alfred F. Jones, and I'm your soulmate. This whole body switch thing is so weird.

I'd rather tell you all about this in person, so you have to call me as soon as you wake up in the right body. I can wait to talk to you! Your mother called me and she talked for a while all about you. You sound so amazing, I can't wait to meet you.

Maybe I'm being dumb, but I feel like I've got the best soulmate in the world. I guess that's what makes us soulmates. I can't wait to meet you and talk and spend time with you and actually get to know you. It'll be so weird to actually meet you instead of just being stuck in your body.

Well, it's getting late, so I better wrap this up. Call me! I can't wait to meet you!

Sincerely, Alfred

"Flight from New York City to London has landed at Gate 28." The announcement pulled Alice away from the letter.

She glanced at the wall, seeing the correct gate number painted. Alfred had texted her his plane's information already. She decided she should put the letter away and instead start looking for who wrote it.

It had been a little over three months since she woke up to that letter. They had finally been able to plan a time for Alfred to visit her. He was even trying to figure out if he could finish university abroad with her in England. Though they had called and texted and video chatted, this would be the first time she would ever meet him in person. This was the first time she would really meet her soulmate, instead of just being stuck in his body.

Another few announcements were made before people started exiting the gate. The Americans were a little painfully obvious compared to the Brits returning home. Alice stood and neared the gate as more people began to exit, looking for someone she had only seen in pictures and mirrors.

A few minutes later, Alice could swear she saw a tall golden blond, but they had disappeared in the crowd. When they didn't surface immediately and the crowds from the plane began to diminish, she began to panic. What if he had seen her and decided to leave? What if he never made here at all?

She began to turn around in the crowd, searching the faces for one she knew. Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder. The Brit jumped and swirled around, looking up to meet a pair of gorgeous blue eyes.

They both stood there momentarily with a surprised look. It almost didn't seem real that he was right there. Her soulmate was standing right there and he was real and she was in the right body to top it all off.

"Alice." He finally breathed, breaking into his classic smile. "Oh my- Alice!" He cried, beaming. There was something about hearing that voice with that accent without phones or speakers changing anything. To hear him and see him; it was amazing.

Alice laughed, smiling bigger than she had in a while. Since that first phone call. "Alfred!"

Without anymore words, Alfred pulled her closer in a tight hug. He rested his head on hers and sighed softly, blissfully. Alice hugged him back just as tightly, never wanting to let him go.

"You're even better in person." He murmured in her hair. No doubt people were staring, but Alice couldn't see them buried in his sweatshirt. She didn't care about them anyway. Let them stare, this was her soulmate. "And in my own body."

"So are you." Alice returned softly. Alfred eventually pulled away and they still lingered in each other's arms, taking in the other's face. "Bloody hell." She muttered.

The American laughed. "What?"

"I'm pretty sure I want to kiss you."

"Then do it." And she did. She finally kissed her soulmate in the middle of an airport and it was the best kiss she had ever had.

When they broke apart, Alfred grinned. "What's that look for?" She asked.

"I'm pretty sure I love you."

Alice blushed but smiled as well. "I love you, too."