Rinnnng. Rinnnng. Rinnnng.

The red-headed man groaned, throwing a pillow at the source of the noise as an attempt to make it silent, though it didn't stop the device in the slightest. He groaned louder as it continued. Would it ever freaking stop?

Rinnnnnnnnng, Rinnnnng, Rinnnnnng.

Now this was just starting to piss him off on a whole new level. He was about to jolt up and pounce on the godforsaken thing until it finally stopped ringing. His temper went down just as fast as the ringing had stopped and he sighed in relief, finally being able to drift back to sleep and enjoy the peace and quiet.

Rinnnnnnnnnnnng. Rinnnnnnnng. Rinng

"THA' IS IT!" The Irishman screamed, jumping out of bed before answering the phone. "WHA' DO YA WANT?" He yelled, wondering why his voice sounded much quieter than usual even though he was yelling. He shrugged, deciding he must be losing his voice. "...Ireland?" The Welshman asked in disbelief, even more stressed and in a panic now that he knows Ireland is in possession of his body. "AYE. WHAT DO YE WANT SCOTLAND? IT BETTER BE GOOD!"

"Ummm..Well. Do ya remember anythin' tha' happened yesterday, by chance?" He asked after a long pause, not used to being called by his brother's name. Ireland thought for a minute, trying to recall what happened though not being able to remember whatsoever. "Nae...YE DRUGGED ME, DIDNAE YA?"

"Nae! Nae!" Wales ensured, though who knows, maybe the real Scotland did drug them or use magic to make them switch bodies. He wouldn't be surprised in the least if that were the truth.

"Wait...why are there fuckin' sheep in ma room? WAIT...THIS ISNAE MA ROOM? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN' ON?" He shouted, the Welshman flinching from how loud his brother was being even though he was constantly loud. "Ya jus' now noticed?" Wales asked, smiling slightly at his brother's stupidity. He's been talking to him for atleast 5 minutes, how could he have not noticed until now?

"What do ya mean...? YE DRUGGED ME AND THREW ME INTAE WALES ROOM DIDNAE YA? I'LL GET YA BACK FER THIS TRUS' ME. NEXT TIME YER DRUNK I'LL PERSONALLY PUT YA IN ENGLAND'S BED. NAKED. WITH A SIGN THA' SAYS 'I DONNAE WANT TAE BE INDEPENDENT FROM ENGLAND EVER. I LOVE ENGLAND' OR SOME SHITE. " The older Irishman raged into the phone. Wales immediately moved the phone away from his face once he began ranting, so he didn't quite catch half the things the Irishman said unfortunately. "Whatever ye say Broth. Jus'..ummm.. take a look in the mirror."

"...If ye cut ma hair or some shite, I swea-" Ireland froze once he walked towards a mirror and saw his reflection, absolutely stunned for a good few minutes.

"Ummm, Broth? Ya the-"

"-AAH! I LOOK LIKE A SHEEP SHAGGER. I-I'M SHORT. AND...MA GOD I LOOK LIKE WALES. THIS...THIS IS ENGLAND'S FAULT. I KEN IT. I'LL KILL HIM. I'LL MERCILE-"

Click.

Wales looked at the disconnected phone worriedly. Did his broth hang up or was he going on a frenzy? Gulping slightly, he decided to call again though no one answered. Well...that was a bad sign. He called again but still no answer. Yep...Ireland's lost it. He decided to call one more time, Since third time's a charm and Ireland is all about luck, so...

"WHAT. WHAT IS IT?" Ireland finally answered, a bit short of breath.

"What's goin' on..?" Wales asked hesitantly, wondering why his brother was so out of breath. Though he knew it couldn't be good.

"Oh nothin' much. I'm jus' relaxi-I LOOK LIKE FUCKIN' WALES! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THA'? HIS DRAGONS HEARD ME FREAK OUT AND I SWEAR THEY TRIED TAE EAT ME. WHERE IS WALES ANYWAY? DO YA KEN? AND WHERE'S ENGLAND. I'M GONNA KICK HIS ARSE SO HARD FER THIS.!

Again Wales moved his ear away from the fuming brother on the phone, not being able to tolerate his loud voice. "Well...I'm actually in the same position as ya. I'm nae Scotland. It's me, Wales. I'm stuck in his body jus' as yer stuck in mine...and I'd love tae get it back"

"Wales...? FIX ME RIGHT NOW. I KEN YA KEN MAGIC REAL FUCKIN' WELL. DO IT ALREADY SO I CAN KICK ENGLAND'S ARSE."

Wales sighed and shook his head though Ireland obviously couldn't see him. "I cannae. I need tae ken what exact spell he used...or I might jus' make things worse. And how do ya ken it was him anyway? Jus because ya hate him doesnae mean he did i-HE DID IT" Ireland interrupted, heading out of the Welshman's front door to find him and then his English bastard of a brother. "I ken he did it. He fucks up fuckin' everythin'. Yer at Scotland's house, Aye?"

"Aye..." He said quietly, not wanting to argue about who made them switch bodies.

"I'll be right over so donnae fuckin' move!" And with that said he hung up and rushed towards the Scotsman's house while Wales patiently waited and wondered if his other brother's were alright or not.

QwQ This second chapter is indeed longer but I still wish I could've written more *Le sigh* Well that just means I'll have much more chapters I suppose.

And thank you all for favoriting, reviewing, and putting me on your author alert list and shiznits QwQ I was so surprised when I saw how popular this fanfic got in only one hour SDCKJNF I'm so grateful. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter~ The next one might not come as fast as this one did since I need sleep C''X Badly.

I gotta say though, Ireland has to be one of my favorite UK Bros. He's so beautifully violent and stupid/MURDERED.

Anyways, Review and favorite please~