Summary: Alfred thought it would be a wonderful idea to try one of Arthur's spells, not knowing what it was going to do. Now he sees just what he has done as he and his counter-part from another world have switched places. Now he doesn't know how to get home, or deal with the mess he has walked into...or will return to.


Flipping Us Upside Down

Prologue:

The "Harmless"Spell


Alfred hummed lightly as he walked into Arthur's home, glancing around for the smaller one. He sighed when he didn't find him and decided to look around a little bit more, of course, to see if he was there. Though he highly doubted the older nation was still in the home. He had heard about him having to go have tea with Francis, not like the latter had wanted to do so. Nonetheless, Alfred had decided to try and catch his brother before he happened to leave. But...it looked like he had missed him.

Sighing, he leaned back, glancing around a little for anything to do. However...all he was seeing was the spell book. Arthur's dark magic spell book. Left out on a table...right in front of him. He knew very well that he shouldn't be having the thoughts that he was having...but. It was too good to pass up. Humming a little to himself he began to walk over to the book, looking at it carefully. He paused before carefully picking the book up, almost expecting to be burned for doing so, but nothing happened. A careful smile lit his lips before he began to flip through the book, glancing over a few pages here and there.

"Hmn..." He let out a small hum as he looked at a page, glancing it over before smiling a little bit. He placed his finger over the spell and looked it over. "Well then...a transportation spell." He smiled. "Seems easy enough~" He chuckled a little but then carefully began to read it over a few times. "Alright then..." He took a deep breath of air and closed his eyes before he began to slowly chant...

"!ALFRED!" Was all he heard before there was nothing left to be heard...


Alfred carefully began to open his eyes, wondering what exactly happened after he said the spell. His world was spinning as he tried to get a jist of where he was. Unfortunately he had no idea. "Agh...what happened?" He mumbled, barley remembering hearing Arthur yell his name but then there was nothing. He slowly begin to sit up only to find two figures looking down at him. One had light pink hair with a blue bow-tie and freckles, the other with him being a blond with scraggly face hair. Alfred gave a light swallow as he looked at them a few times, gulping once more. But oddly they seemed somehow familiar, and he was kind of confused on why they looked so familiar.

"Who are you~?" A cheshire-like grin appeared across the face of the pink haired one's lips. Even though Alfred couldn't recognize who the person was his accent was clearly British and he was more than sure that it was that specific voice...

"Um...um..." He was still just trying to figure out what happened, much less answering a question on who he was at the moment. Then a thought came to his mind, but he wasn't completely sure he was right. He heavily swallowed then. "B-britain?" He questioned and the other blinked and tilted his head.

"How do you know me? I do not know you."

America blinked a little. "Because! Dude! It's me! America!" He responded and the other frowned.

"You are not Alex." He responded.

"Alex...my name is Alfred!" He pouted a little bit. "How can you get that wrong!"

However Britain then looked puzzled at that. "What?" He tilted his head. "No, no, you are Alex. I am sure that you are Alex. If you are America you are Alex. And you do not even look like him!"

"Well, you don't exactly look like yourself either, Britain." Alfred scowled a little bit.

"I've always looked like this!"

"Yeah right! Your hair is blond not pink!"

"No it's not! It's always been pink!"

"But it was blond! You didn't ever have pink hair!" He then yelped when he was suddenly tackled down to the ground. Britain stared down at him and hummed a little then, smirking.

"You can't be Alex, I say that you are not. Thus you cannot possibly be America."

"What...what did that spell do to you?" America finally asked, stuttering. "It was supposed to be just a simple transportation spell!"

"...transportation spell?" Britain questioned curiously, looking at him. America sighed, he had to come clean now...

"Yeah...from your spell book...it really seemed like a good idea at the moment but...I guess that wasn't the best move I have ever made..."

"My spell book?" Britain's face moved closer to America's then and America almost felt like his heart stopped in response. Alfred swallowed a little then.

"Yeah..."

"Hmn..." He glanced back at the other with him. "What do you think about this?" He asked curiously. The blond sat down in front of the two, watching them. He glanced Alfred over a few times before he spoke.

"Well...he wears the same bomber-jacket as the Alex we know...but that's all I can see in likeness. But he is very dead on about you being Britain as well...and I have to admit the spell thing interests me a little more than it should. Perhaps...he is America..." He leaned back a little. "We don't really know for sure do we?"

"Perhaps." Britain said in response and snickered a little. "But I am quite amused by all of this~" He purred a little and once more Alfred gulped before clearing his throat.

"Can you get off of me please?" He asked Britain, who hummed a little in response.

"Should I? Or should I remain holding you down?" He pondered a little bit and Alfred scowled somewhat at that response.

"Come on! Let me up!" He pouted then.

"...well...maybe...but...why should I?" Britain questioned in response. America scowled.

"Because I asked!"

"Hmn...but shouldn't I get something in response? If I'm doing something for you...shouldn't I get something back?" America hesitated, he had a point then sighed, if it would get the other off of him he was willing to question what he wanted.

"...and what do you want?" America asked slowly and Britain's grin became exceptionally bigger then and he let out a small little hum, then leaned closer to America's face.

"A kiss. I want a kiss~" He purred. America stared at him, his mouth agape.

"What?! Why the hell do you want a kiss?!" He shouted and the other snickered a little bit.

"Because it seems fair~"

"No! No! No!" America shouted in response and he got a pout in reply by the pink haired male.

"And why not?"

"Just n-" He was cut off by the other's lips clasping over his own and he froze. In that moment he felt like his whole world had just broke apart...because he was sure then. This place...this Britain...were not his own...