A/N: Oh, my God, it has been SO LONG since I've published something. I'm sorry guys! Anyway, hope you enjoy this story! It features a lot of my headcanons for both Arthur and Oliver. If you have any questions, feel free to PM me! On with the story!

Disclaimer: *sigh* Ollie, darling, do you want to do it?
Oliver: Sure! Let's see... Neah doesn't own Hetalia: Axis Powers, or anything that is recognizable. All they own is the plot~.
Thanks, Oliver. On with the show!

Weep for yourself, my man
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start

Arthur groaned as he returned to consciousness. He brought a hand up to his head and sat up, frowning in concentration. He remembered starting to perform a simple teleportation spell. Everything had been going perfectly…

Until it hadn't.

Arthur shook his head in frustration. It didn't really matter what had gone wrong. What was important was figuring out what had happened as a result of it.

"Right, then," Arthur decided, pushing himself to his feet. "First order of business is finding out where I am." Spying a door on the other side of the room, Arthur walked towards it. As he did, he took note of the room's decor.

The walls were all different colours. One was a pastel pink, one a pastel blue, one lilac and one white. The furniture matched the walls, making Arthur frown. Whoevers house this was had horrible taste in decor. Hell, even the rug was pastel!

As he walked towards the door, Arthur caught sight of a flash of strawberry blonde hair in a mirror. He paused. Was someone else in here? Arthur glanced around and confirmed that he was alone. Confused, he turned to face the mirror. His eyes widened as he saw his reflection and he backpedaled, crashing into the bed and falling on his arse. Arthur's breathing quickened as he confirmed that yes, the stranger in the mirror was him. Except they weren't, not really.

Instead of his tousled honey-blonde locks, neat strands of strawberry blonde brushed the tips of pale ears. Blue eyes gazed back in startled shock, pink swirling in their depths. Freckled cheeks drained of all colour completed the stranger's face. Arthur let out a gasp as he took in the pastel nightmare of an outfit. A pink collared shirt under a lavender sweater vest was paired with blue pants and a blue bowtie, of all things.

Arthur's mind raced. He had obviously switched bodies with someone. His next order of business should be finding them and attempting to rectify this situation. That meant that he needed to leave, preferably now. As he went to push himself up, however, a loud knock sounded at the door, making Arthur freeze.

"Yo, Oliver. You okay in there?"

Rate yourself and rake yourself
Take all the courage you have left
And waste it on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head

I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away
With nothing to show

Oliver woke up, feeling incredibly dizzy and groggy. He frowned. He didn't remember passing out. He was sure that he'd eaten today.

Oliver cracked open his eyes, realizing that he'd nodded off in an armchair. That didn't seem right, though. He was positive that he'd been in his room.

"Where am I?" Oliver murmured as he took in his surroundings. He was in a study with decor comprised entirely of greens and browns. Oliver wrinkled his nose. Whoevers house this was should really get better tastes when it came to interior design.

Oliver pushed himself out of the chair, swaying a bit and feeling a little out of breath. He took a few steps to balance himself, and then Oliver set out to find a door out of the room. He walked past a mirror, catching a glimpse of honey-blonde hair. He paused, fear coiling in his gut. He spun around to face the mirror after taking a deep breath. It didn't help, because all of the air exited Oliver's lungs when he caught sight of his reflection.

Oliver's neat strawberry-blonde locks had been replaced with a tousled mess of honey-blonde. Large, vividly green eyes stared back at him. Oliver almost cried in despair as he noticed the clothing. A plain white button-down was accompanied by a forest green sweater vest and black slacks. A green tie the same colour as his eyes completed the ensemble.

Oliver scrambled to his feet and ran out the door, trying to find something, anything, that was familiar. After a few minutes of running, Oliver skidded to a stop in a kitchen. He immediately brightened a little.

"I'll make some cupcakes. That'll help me decide what to do!" Oliver grinned, bouncing over to the fridge to grab the ingredients for cupcakes. He opened the fridge and stared in shock. There was milk, sure, but no eggs and no butter. Oliver ran over to the cupboard to search for other ingredients. His quest yielded nothing. No flour, no sugar, no anything.

Tears pricked the edges of Oliver's eyes. He was alone in a strange place, with no idea how he got there, AND he had no baking supplies. Oliver started crying. This is it, I'm doomed, Oliver thought, sniffling.

He was so lost in thought, he didn't hear the person coming up behind him until they spoke.

"Artie? Are you alright?"

Oliver froze.

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! Updates will be up about every two weeks. Please review! Concrit is welcomed. Flames are used to make those awesome steaks served in really good restaurants. See you in a couple weeks!

EDIT: So, I'm going back over all my stories and editing formatting and as many grammar mistakes as I can find. Please tell me if I missed any!