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I jumped when my little brother ran into the room crying. The Potato bastard tried to calm the moron down. Fucking bastard. I slowly got up and listened to my brother's hyperactive whiny, screams of terror. What all the pasta in the world magical disappeared?

"Ve~ Spain and England are dead~!" I felt my whole body freeze up. W-what?

The Spaniard got up and felt like he had a hangover. He looked over to see himself still sleeping. Huh? The Spanish man tilted his head confused. Slowly he got up and held his head. "Bloody hell."

The Spanish man tilted his head confused when did he say 'bloody hell'? Slowly himself turned to look at himself. Huh~! I'm soooooo confused! The Spanish man screamed in his head seeing the look he was giving himself looked like England was looking at him. Wait… The Spaniard glanced into the mirror and froze with shock. "AAAAHHHH I HAVE CATERPILLAR EYEBROWS~!"

"Bloody hell…" The English man gasped as he too looked into the mirror. "I'm you!"

"WAAAHHHH~! LOOK MY EYES AREN'T ALL GLOWY ANYMORE AND I DON'T SMELL LIKE TOMATOES~! I SMELL LIKE SMOKE~! WAAAAHHH AND MY SPANISH ACCENT IS GONE!" The confused Spaniard wept.

"Shut-up will you…we've switched bodies…or minds…it doesn't matter at the moment…and…I think we should both calm down."The English man sighed relieved the Spaniard stopped screaming. Now, how to fix this? The English man thought as he stared into the mirror.

I quickly grabbed Feliciano by the collar. "WHAT!" I screamed.

"VE~ THEY BOTH WE'RE ON THE GROUND OF THE BATHROOM AND THEY WEREN'T BREATHING AND…AND I STILL NEED TO GO~! VE~!" My brother cried.

I ran out of the door and into Hamburger Bastard. I was about to shout at him, but seeing his face of complete shock I didn't. I watched as he ran to the bathroom and quickly followed.

Both of us relieved to see the bastards were okay. They both turned to me and Hamburger Bastard, confused. I glared at Tomato Bastard and took him by the collar. "YOU FUCKING SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME, BASTARD!" I screamed. I snorted at his confused look. "Come on…let's go…the fucking meetings starting."

I was just a little confused at the hurt glance Tomato Bastard gave Hamburger Bastard as he hugged Tea-Sucking Bastard. Fuck if he wanted a hug, he would have to fucking forget it. D-DAMMIT!

The American was surprised not to get a hug in return or even a swear or two from England. The American tilted his head confused. England was acting weird. The American shrugged and picked England up bridal style. Hmmm? America looked at England again. For the first time England looked truly confused. The American shrugged it off as well and smiled a big smile. "Look, guess were both late now…although the Hero is never late~!" The American laughed at his own joke, but stopped when England laughed as well. Something was seriously wrong with England.

I glared at Tomato bastard. He was acting weird. France came up to talk to him and he…Tomato bastard just ignored him? Not that I'm complaining, but…but...shit…that drunken Angel is going to fucking die!

"Why are you glaring at me Romano?" I gaped at being called that.

I heard other gasps, whispers, and laughing at what Tomato bastard just said….what he just called me! I was speechless dammit. Fucking Speechless.

"What, what did I do?" Tomato Bastard asked annoyed. I can't believe that. I don't care if it was that fucking angel's fault. Tomato Bastard IS NOT allowed to call me that. NOT ever!

"Awww, Little Roma's~ crying…" France laughed. "Hon, hon…it's okay…I still love you."

I growled. "I'M NOT FUCKING CRYING!" I hollered.

"Sweety…Roma~ you are…" Belgium whispered softly so only I could hear. I closed my eyes blushing deeply. S-SHUT-UP DAMMIT!

The Spanish man watched as everyone; except Belgium, himself, England, America, and the Ex-Axis powers were laughing at his little Lovi~. He wanted to go and hug his little Lovi~ so much…but how could he…he was the 'tea sucking bastard'. Slowly a light bulb appeared above him and he scribbled down words and handed it to 'Spain'.

The English man glanced at 'England' and slowly opened the note where no one could see it.

England~!

Don't call my Lovi~, Romano~! We should act as the other~! Be nice to my Lovi~ and I'll happily smack America around a little~!

Please~ ~!

Love, Spain~

The English man had to control not to roll his eyes, but slowly gave 'England' a small nod. The English man thought of how a stupid man like Spain would act until finally. "Lovi~ please don't cry…I'm here…and I'll always love you!"

The English man watched as his body went into defeat. What, you bloody wanker…I'm not a fucking moron like you. Give me some credit. Wanker. The English man thought as he glared a little at his body.

I held my breath and couldn't believe what a sucky job Tomato Bastard was having with being Tomato Bastard. If I wish for the Tomato Bastard to go back to normal, will he?

I waited a moment and growled when no change happened. Of course fucking not! I need to learn a 'Lesson'….bastard angel.