A/N- Hello! This is a chapter fic. The main pairing is US/UK, and the secondary pairing is Cuba/Canada. As of now it will also have some of Poland/Lithuania, Germany/Italy, Spain/Romano, Greece/Japan, Sweden/Finland, Denmark/Norway most likely. I hope you enjoy!

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there existed a fairly normal kingdom. They lived in peace and contentment, as every kingdom wished to. However, there was no doubt that it held some very unique citizens. Today, we will find out about the would be king of this kingdom. His name is Canada. He is a moderately intelligent man, sweet, kind, and got along with everybody. Unfortunately for him though, he rarely got to leave the castle he lived in. His royal adviser always kept him busy with his princely duties. This saddened Canada. He liked to work and didn't think his royal life style suited him very well.

There also lived in this kingdom another man. He was no prince, and in fact was rather poor. He was just a normal young man that worked at a general wares store. His boss was constantly yelling at him for his tendency to not get his work done. This was something that occurred in the shop daily. America knew how to press buttons and did it with or without realizing it. He was strong but tended to be a bit lazy and would find any loophole he could to avoid work.

While these two young men were different in personality and circumstance, there was one glaring similarity.

They looked nearly identical.

The pair had no idea the other existed 'til this very day when destiny and fate collided.

Canada sighed as he looked out his window. He longed to have a chance to roam outside in the town, but that wasn't going to happen. Not when Austria, the royal adviser, was rambling on a long list of things Canada had to do.

"…and be sure to come to the meeting in the king's chamber right at two this afternoon. It's extremely important, and even more important you be on time." The man glared at the prince with a cold stare. Canada had a nasty habit of being late and an even a nastier one of annoying Austria.

After a while Canada, stopped registering Austria's ramblings. At this point Canada found himself daydreaming while nodding in agreement to what the adviser had to say. He saw himself working normally without living by so much exact protocol. He could eat whatever he wanted, wear whatever he wanted, do whatever he wanted. It seemed like a far off pipe dream.

Canada's eyes opened up to see his old wooden clock. He planned on doing something extremely daring and or exciting, but accidentally fell asleep while trying to write out a stack of apology letters. "Oh crap! It's already 3:30!?! I'm in so much trouble!" The prince shot up from his spot at his desk, not noticing the large red spot that was now on his face. He quickly threw on his overcoat and glasses and ran toward the king's chamber. Little did the he know that due to panicking and looking at the clock without his glasses, it was actually only 1:28. Canada closed in toward the room thinking of every possible excuse as to why he was late. He had just thought up excuse thirty-seven when he noticed that the door was open slightly. The first faint voice he heard from the room was that of Austria.

"…are you sure your highness? I know that we want unification but surely Canada might be upset if he knew…"

"Like no worries Austria. This is totally important. He is the understanding type anyways. I'm sure he'll be just great. The bride is arriving…"

Wait, what? Canada thought to himself. Was he supposed to be okay with this? Canada was suddenly filled with spiteful rage, for one of the first times in his life.

"No way! Marriage without even letting me know!? How dare they even think this! That's it! No apologies or regrets! I'm leaving right now!" Canada angrily mumbled as he stormed off, still not looking at the clock. Canada knew what had to be done.

"Soooooo Austria you said the prince will get here at like two to discuss this right?"

America's face tightened in thought and his brows furrowed. He maintained this expression while silently and vigorously flipping though The Life and Times of King Joseph the Third as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. He was about to continue to the next page when the voice of his boss interrupted him.

"America, I see you're slacking off again. No surprise there, heh. Perhaps if you need assistance with your duties I could provide some." He winked.

"I'm so sorry France that you cannot appreciate the fact that I need to study. I must, of course, be well read and cultured." There was a hint of cheek to his tone. "Clearly you want me to fail all my classes when we haven't had a customer all day." He feigned a hurt expression.

France rolled his eyes. He knew America's game by now, and he wasn't really in the mood to play it. He lowered his head and closed in on the younger man sitting down.

"A more competent employee would not be hard to find, but you're cute so I'll keep you. We have had customers today, and I know you were kicked out of school two months ago for poor grades and picking fights." He reached over and swiftly grabbed the book out from America's grasp. "Also, comic books are not classical literature."

"Depends who you ask…" America grumbled back. France leaned further into America, causing him to nearly fall off the chair he was sitting on.

"So lastly, America, do your job now, or you won't have place to sleep, and I won't even let you use my bed."

America sighed. As much as his boss annoyed him he couldn't face the prospect of losing this job. He could usually tell how far he could go and this was about it…for the day.

"Now that you're actually listening, I need you to make some deliveries for me this afternoon."

"Whatever you say boss of mine!" America faked his best smile. France smiled contently and ran his finger down America's chest.

"Nice to know I can count on you America."

Canada felt overwhelmed as he walked the crowded streets of the town. He pulled his cloak tighter to his body as he took in the hustle and bustle. The escaped prince felt free and invigorated, but he couldn't shake off the tinge of guilt he felt. Well maybe I should have said something…n-no! He berated himself. You cannot show weakness! He then turned a sharp corner. He stopped and punched the air with his fist.

"I can be strong!"

At that very moment another young man came plowing through with a small cart. He had no time to stop due to his high speed, and he ran straight into the disguised prince.

"Hey! You idiot! Don't just stand in the middle of the road. You nearly ruined my delivery!"

"Ow ow ow….Sorry I didn't mean to…" Canada whined as he rubbed his aching side. He slowly and painfully stood up, but his cloak had nearly fallen off. He noticed and tried to quickly pull it around him. But he forgot to replace the hood. After a moment, America and Canada's eyes met.

"Uh…well this is an odd place for a mirror." America said as he stared.

"Um what's going on?" Canada replied, completely puzzled.

"Oh! It's not a mirror. I could never look that stupid!"

"H-Hey!" Canada snapped back. "How dare you insult me like that!? Same face or not, I'm still the Princ-Oh…wait. Damn it!"

"Whoa wait a sec. Did you say Prince?"

"Yes…I mean no…I mean…yeah. I am," Canada said sheepishly.

America grinned. "Ahhh I see…haven't seen you around…unless all mirrors are actually you or something."

"Well you see, I don't get to leave the palace often, but I've been so sick of it lately…" He replied, guiltily.

"Sick of it!? Are you kidding me!? Try being dirt poor and having to work for the biggest and most perverted ass in town, in a job that will lead me nowhere."

Almost at the same time, both of them answered with "If only you knew."

At that very moment America had an idea. He quickly picked up his things and shooed the prince into a back alley. Canada followed, unsure as to what was actually going on. America then put his arm around the other man.

"Say Prince…you hate being a prince right?"

"R-right." Canada said nervously.

"Well then, today is your lucky day! We look so much alike, I can hardly believe it. So why would anyone else?"

"I'm not sure what you're saying…"

"We switch places! For one week! You can be happy living in the town and I can see the true horrors of living as royalty."

Canada thought about it and he decided that he actually liked this plan. He wouldn't have to deal with this silly marriage plot, and he could live his dream of being a normal person. Surely the other man would handle the issue better than he could. He was the man with the plan after all.

"I think you are right!" Canada said while slowly smiling. America grinned back.

"I usually am! By the way, name's America!"

"Canada." They shook hands, making the deal final. Then they promptly switched clothes and explained enough of the basics that they could pass as each other.

"Alright, be sure to tell no one the truth Canada right? Especially my boss."

"Right. You too…I mean don't tell anyone."

They nodded and said their goodbyes to each other. While they walked away they both silently said something no one else could hear.

"Hehehe, sucker!"

"I am so sorry…"