Personality Change-Over!

Chapter Two!

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The moment England spoke, Canada felt the need to bash his father/soon-to-be-brother-in-law with a hockey stick. Scratch that, a Goalie stick. No. He'd challenge him to a hockey game and beat his ass with slap shots. Bawhahaha.

France turned towards his son/little brother, wondering why his little Mathieu was laughing evilly. All the people in the room seemed to have caught on to this too, and they were all questioning it till Canada looked over at England with his glasses glinting in the light, his mouth smirking with delight at whatever his brain was thinking.

"Mattie, will you please put some clothes on?"

Everybody looked at Gilbert, who had crawled out of the bathroom in a very manly manner. No. Really. He marched out of there like a soldier who wanted to be knighted, and was wearing the straightest face he had ever worn.

Matthew, who, because he tended to run out in the cold winter wearing nothing but his boxers noticed that he was indeed half naked. And then his face lit up like Christmas lights. "Wh-weh-where are my clothes? Fran-P-Papa!"

So while the Canadian scurried around Francis's living room, France noted that his reaction was delayed and England also commented. "At least he's not fat like that his brother." England said, looking at Gilbert, shrugging, "Though I hope you don't ask me how I know that."

So they all watched the Canadian franticly look for the clothing France had earlier torn off of him until the he rushed off to the bathroom to put on the clothes without hearing the silence that hung in the air. Also because of common courtesy.

And when the young blonde nation walked back into the room, England opened his mouth to tell them to sit down so they could have a real "story telling" mood. But the doorbell rang. For the first time that night actually.

France wondered aloud in his native language as he went to open the door. Canada and England knew what he had said ("I wonder who would come over to my house at ten in the night... it must be Rosalin~") while the two Germans stood around not really wanting to be a part of this game anymore.

"France you idiot! How's – um, Quad'uf moi garhon!" Greeted the guest from the other side of the door.

"Amérique. What are you doing 'ere? And it's 'Quoi de neuf' pay attention to vat Mathieu says."

"Oh. Yeah, England called. Said it was important and that I had to come over here. Don't know why though. He sounded perfectly fine on the phone... it wasn't like you were raping him or trying get him out of the bathroom to do so," America shrugged, "and Italy was here to. Though he went on in saying something about you having a nice maid."

Something in France clicked, "nooo not Marie! I'm coming Marie!" and with that, he slammed the door on the American's face and dashed upstairs.

The living room crew only heard the last part however and were wondering why they were hearing cries/pleas of being let inside and a steady, loud annoying bang on the door.

"I'll go and let the gitt in," the English gentleman sighed and walked to the front door. When he got there, he wasn't surprised to see an American mouthing off at what the Frenchman just did to him. He also didn't expect to get hit in the head with an iron fist.

"Bloody Murder! What were you trying to do, kill me!" England cursed, holding his aching head with his hands, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Ohmigosh! England! What happened to you? You're bleeding!" America said surprised that the brit had just materialized out of thin air and was now bleeding.

"You. Bloody. Gitt. Alfred." England glowered up at his former colony, slowly rising to his feet, "why couldn't you just have picked the lock like Matt always does? If you did that, I would have been spared a concussion."

"Geez Artie. Hero's don't pick locks like Mattie." He then checked to see how bad England's head injury was, "Here, let me fix it" Alfred said, pulling him towards the bathroom he didn't remember being there.

"I can deal with this one you gitt! Let me go! Arugh! You're going to tear the stitches! Put me down!"

Matthew, Gilbert, Ludwig and a hiding Italian watched as America carried England into the hallway and into a bathroom. They wouldn't have been so surprised if Alfred wasn't carrying the older nation bridal-style.

"AH HAH!" And then they were all attacked with a heart attack, "I've found tu, Italy! Give up the file and leave my maison!"

Italy looked at his long time friend and then to Ludwig who looked somewhat, more like his brother and then said, "What girl? Ludwig's not a girl."

"But Amérique said... that you went after Marie!"

"No, Marie isn't as pretty as Faye. But Faye wasn't here so I joined this party."

"So why are you hiding?"

"Ahh... I got Marie's number..."

And then Francis turned into a demon. A naked demon wanting the blood of an Italian. They were HIS French maids! Not Italy's or England's! Why did everyone want them so bad? Damn it all!

So while France was transforming in Mega-France, Italy decided to hide behind Germany who was slightly blushing while Prussia sat on the couch wondering if Canada needed to be saved. But the Canadian was wondering if he should or should not go the extra mile, be epic because he would have said "Calm your bird."

But none of this was actually needed as England, flustered and in the arms of America, said something that silenced the insanity. It was a wonder if he was in Britiana Angel mode. None the less, he looked kind of epic.

"Ah. Everyone's here."

They all turned towards him (it didn't matter if they were naked saved for a rose or hiding behind a hunk-ish German) and wondered what he meant by that.

"Alfred, set me down on that armchair." Arthur said, coordinating Alfred's movements, knowing very well that he wasn't going to be let down.

"Right-o" Alfred grinned, placing his own bum on the chair, sitting Arthur on his lap.

"The bloody hell?"

"There's still a chance that you're going to actually have a concussion and we can't have that during story time" Alfred grinned. This only made England more flustered. Damn American accents. Damn admiration. Damn fate.

England coughed, regaining his state of mind and asked for everyone to sit. "I've called America and Italy because I thought that these two would be most affected by my actions." He began, "And as you can see, Germany and Prussia have been altered slightly. About two weeks ago, I noticed how much time Prussia was spending over in Canada and over a week, I noticed the slight raise in how much Canada was using the word awesome and how much more... outgoing he was becoming. Not say he was already outgoing, accepting gay marriage and such. What I mean is, that he was slowly doing something we all didn't do and that was accept Prussia for what he was."

The awesome ex nation smiled proudly and stole a quick glance over at Mattie, who was slowly reclining back into his chair. Not once in his life, did he ever think that England could stalk someone let alone remember who he was long enough to make life harder for him.

"Anyway, I figured that this was a problem. So I then started to brew some specially spiked 'beer' that could fix my problem. Sadly, I never thought it over and it backfired on me, resulting in a German who explodes with his brother's supposed 'awesomeness' and an ex-Prussian's who's become very... solid,

"Meaning that they've just simply switched personalities under their own noses." The English man concluded.

France now understood it all and felt somewhat about it. His long time drinking buddy was now like the man he normally bitched about after he drank so much. "Oh cruel world, what have you brought upon us all?" he said, trying to sound like an actor from one of Mr. Shakespeare's many plays.

Canada groaned inwardly. His friend didn't notice his personality change till he was actually told about it. And when he did notice it (the moment England started talking about it) Gilbert went into a shocked silence. Sure he was wearing the same stoic face he was wearing when he told Mattie to put on some clothes, but you could tell that something was wrong when he started to hug his knees out and tremble slightly. Canada was amused and patted his back.

Germany however was being held back by Italy (who was using all of his strength to do so) from punching England in the face (hopefully somewhere in the eye so he could have a black eye Germany would have fun boasting about). So after he accepted the fact he couldn't punch the Englishman, he started to demand things in his native tongue no one but Prussia could agree with.

Now if we look at the man acting like Santa Clause to our bad guy, you'd see a face crackling with insanity. After a few short barked out laughs, he grinned.

England chose this moment to continue; "I think, because it took me a week, it'd linger on them for a week and break as time weakens the spell. But just in case, I'm going to make another 'beer' just in case, and that will take as long as my assumption if I get to work on it now."

America's face broke into a gasp. "But that's when my Epic Christmas Bash of 2010 is!" because even the nations that didn't even celebrate Christmas were not going to miss it.

"Heavens, Alfred. It wouldn't matter. It's not like they've switched bodies." England sighed, getting off Alfred's lap. "Anyway, I must go and prepare for the reverting spell. Cheerio." And with that, England was out the door.

Leaving Francis, Matthew, Alfred, Gilbert, Ludwig and an Italian in the living room thinking life over.

"So..." Germany began, "Christmas night right?" looking at Alfred.

"Yep. Be there, or be square." He figured it was a good date. Not like they had ligament family to spend that night with. If they wanted to group them together, they might as well call them all a family. One big, jumbled extended family with different groups of it from different places.

But that would have made them all incest and Incest wasn't Heroic. So America was now classifying them all as friends (Excluding a few assholes he dare not name). The American got up, stretched and looked at Canada, "Well I'm going too, want a ride in my jet, Mattie? It's really cool."

"Nah. My Prime minister is here." Canada declined, "I think it would displease him if I go home with you, 'Filthy American'" Matthew grinned, dodging a playful punch to his arm from his brother.

"Shut up Mattie. America's much cleaner than your water."

Canada shrugged, "The world can't be perfect."

And America shoved on his boots and was about to leave when Francis called him back, "Amérique, Your Christmas Party is on the 25th, oui?"

"Yep."

France eyed his bottle of wine that sat forgotten about on the coffee table. It was either now or later, if he choose now, there was a chance it wouldn't do what he wanted and if he did it later that chance would have risen considerably. "I shall be there."

"Oh ho ho, you would have been there anyway Francis." And with that he left.

The Frenchman looked at the two pairs left and he wondered if their current situation would affect their l'amour. He chuckled. Of course not.

"Well, Italy, shall we be going to?" Germany grinned at his friend.

"Yeah! Do I get pasta when he get home?" Italy asked, to which Germany replied with a ruffle of the hair and quaint "All depends." And then they were out the door too.

"Come on Matthew. We're going too." Prussia got up, waiting for his friend.

Francis grinned, "Didn't you kick him out?" he was going to remind him of the clothes he had left, like the frilly pink pyjamas he had in the room Mathieu used whenever we was sick while he was under Francis' care, but figuring that Prussia wouldn't turn down the offer, he didn't add it in.

Matthew blinked, "Yeah but Italy is over at Germany's place... and there's a lady waiting for you wearing nothing in the hallway..."

France jumped and looked towards the hallway, "Oui?" but saw no one there. Confused he turned towards Mathieu but found no one there and the door left wide open. He smiled "bonne nuit" he said, closing the door.

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Author: This took... so long. Sorry. And then there may be three more chapters. One with the happenings of that week, one with the party and then the aftermath of the party (I can't tell you much because that will cause people to cry.)

And if anything was... yeah, tell me. This was rushed and I used my limited knowledge. I'll probably fix it soon too... *sigh*

Also, this chapter is around 100 words longer than the last. YAYY.