Here we go! Pt 2! The names of the swapped are as followed. Mind first, body second so Italy/Prussia is Italy in Prussia's body. Just to avoid confusion!

Enjoy!

Valentine's Day Massacred!

Part 2

Denmark/Sweden strolled forward, clapping his hands together.

"Let's get this meeting over and done with," he said.

And walked into a chair. A ghost of a smirk graced Sweden/Denmark's face.

"Denmark, wear Sweden's glasses, for heaven's sake!" Norway ordered, exasperatedly.

"No way!" Denmark/Sweden replied, sitting in the chair he had almost fallen over. "Awesome people don't wear glasses!"

"Hey!" America yelled, insulted.

"J'st d'n't dam'ge ma b'dy!" Sweden/Denmark warned. "Or I'll d' th' s'me ta y'urs!"

"Exactly how does this stop them fighting?" England asked, seeing the two were as ready to start scraping as ever.

"They can insult each other all they like," Norway replied. "But they can't fight without harming their own bodies." England nodded. That made sense.

"Can we get this show on the road?" Prussia/Italy demanded. "Me and Birdie have a date we want to get to!"

"Oh maple!" Canada muttered.

"Ve~ Me and Germany have a date too," Italy/Prussia replied. "Germany won't tell what we're doing. It's a surprise!" Germany facepalmed again.

'Keseseseses' sounded strange in Italy's voice.


Because of the deals everyone made (and Germany had cut out any low priority issues so it would not take as long. They would cover them in the next meeting) things did not take as long and fighting was avoided, despite the odds looks cast at Prussia/Italy, Italy/Prussia, Sweden/Denmark and Denmark/Sweden. At the the end of a gratefully short meeting, everyone gathered their things and leaving, pairing off as they did so. Sweden/Denmark put his arm around a rather disturbed Finland and ushered him out. Denmark/Sweden followed and walked into the door surround.

"For the last time, Denmark," Norway huffed, holding out Sweden's glasses. "Put these on!"

"I'm fine, Norge," Denmark/Sweden insisted and went out the door. When it shut, there was a crash and a yelp.

"Idiot!" Norway muttered and went out of the door. The only people left in the room were Germany, Italy/Prussia, Canada and a smirking Prussia/Italy who wrapped his arm around an uncomfortable Canada.

"Have fun on your date, bruder!" he almost laughed. He tried to imagine Germany having a romantic date with Italy while Italy was stuck in his body. It made for endless mental amusement and he chuckled as he half-dragged Canada out of the room.

"So where are we going, Germany?" Italy/Prussia asked. All Germany could hear was his bruder's Italian accented voice and he facepalmed again.


The first part of the date was a meal at an Italian restaurant. Germany had searched for one with a good rating and found one near the London Eye. Eyes turned in the direction of the tall, blonde man with what seemed like an excitable albino Italian who were lead to their table.

The waiter requested their drinks order and Italy/Prussia ask for a glass of the restaurant's finest Italian wine while Germany requested a beer. The waiter left them to study the menus while he went to get their drinks.

"Grazie, Germany," Prussia's face with Italy's happy expression smiled at him. He knew Germany preferred wurst to pasta so that he would go to this effort to find an Italian restaurant just for him! Italy/Prussia was touched.

"You're welcome, Prus …. Italy," Germany replied. Wonderful! He did not what to call him now. This was going to be a long day.

The waiter returned with their drinks and they ordered their meals. Germany drank his beer and Italy/Prussia sipped his wine. Silence reigned for a while and Italy/Prussia smiled nervously at Germany and Germany cleared his throat as if to say something but did not know what.

It was all very awkward.

"Italy," Germany began after making sure he was saying the right name. "I know this is all a bit strange but, until you and Prussia change back, we'll just try to carry on as normal and enjoy today, all right?"

"Oki doki!" Italy/Prussia replied, putting his hand down on Germany's and giving it a squeeze. Germany pulled his hand away like he had been had just been burned. Italy/Prussia looked hurt.

Germany felt guilty. He knew it was Italy taking his hand but all he could see was Prussia and that was just weird!

Before he could apologise, their food arrived and, apart from the odd comment, they ate in silence.


When they left the restaurant, they strolled beside the Thames as the boats chugged up and down the water.

"I'm sorry, Italy," Germany apologised. "I'm having a hard time getting past your ….. appearance. I'll try to do better."

"That's all right, Germany," Italy/Prussia replied, taking hold of Germany's arm and hugging it. Germany fought the urge to pull away. He had to remember that this was his boyfriend and he had promised him a romantic date and that's what he would give him. Even if he was in his brother's body.

Germany's head hurt.


Across town, Canada was having similar problems.

He knew he was walking beside his boyfriend, Prussia but, when he looked at him, he saw Italy. How can he enjoy a romantic date like this?

"Come on, Birdie," Prussia/Italy said, taking Canada's hand and pulling him along through Hyde Park. They found themselves at the bird sanctuary.

"I should have brought Gilbird," Prussia/Italy remarked as they watched the birds drifted by on the water. "He'd have loved this." Canada was struggling with separating Prussia from Italy when he was hearing Prussian accent in Italy's voice. Prussia/Italy turned to Canada.

"I know this is weird, Birdie," he said. "But I'm still the Awesome Me. Let's just enjoy today as much as we can and, when I back to normal, we can do something else. Okay?" Canada gave a smile.

"Okay! He replied. Prussia/Italy grabbed his hand and took off again. "Let's go get some food!"

From that point on, their date went a lot more smoothly that Germany's


As the sun began to set, Germany's next step was to take Italy/Prussia on the London Eye. It was suppose to be a romantic scene to share with him, now it was just awkward. As their pod rose slowly into the sky, Italy/Prussia cuddled against Germany while Germany closed his eyes and tried to pretend he looked like Italy. As they rose to the top, all of London and beyond lay before them and, to the west, was the most magnificent sunset Italy/Prussia had ever seen. The burst of oranges, yellows, pinks and purples were worthy of a painting.

"Vee~," Italy/Prussia sighed. "It's so beautiful, Germany. Thank you." He reached up to kiss Germany's lips but Germany moved his head and Italy/Prussia ended up kissing his cheek instead.

Germany hated the hint of sadness in Italy/Prussia's eyes. He had done it again, hurt his boyfriend because of his inability to see beneath the surface. This Valentine's Day was turning out as bad as the last one. Would he ever get this romance stuff right?


He had one last chance to get it right. He had taken a leaf out of England's book and took Italy/Prussia on a boat ride up the Thames to see the buildings and bridges lit up under the night sky. The boat they were on passed under Tower Bridge and was heading for Westminster Bridge, passing under several others before getting there.

Westminster was a real sight, lit up and the clock shining like the moon in all four directions. The clock began to chime, indicating it was ten o'clock and Big Ben began to toll the hour.

When the tenth chime finished and the bell fell silent, Italy/Prussia looked down, sadly at the water.

"What's wrong, Italy?" Germany asked. Italy/Prussia sighed.

"It's Valentine's Day, Germany," he replied, sadly. "And you haven't kiss me! Not once!"

Germany looked really uncomfortable now. He should have realised this would be coming. Italy was a hugger. And a kisser. And, of course, he would want both, today of all days. But he still looked like Prussia.

"Italy," he said. "I don't know if I can …... "

"Please, Germany," Italy/Prussia begged. "Please! Just one kiss!" Germany sighed. It would break Italy's heart if he said no!

Perhaps if he closed his eyes and convince himself that it was Italy's body then maybe! Just maybe!

He looked around the boat and found that their area was deserted. He turned to Italy/Prussia and put his hands on Italy/Prussia's shoulders and closed his eyes.

He pictured Italy in his mind. The auburn hair with the springy, left curl, the beautiful amber eyes and his happy expression. The image grew in Germany's mind until it felt real and Germany moved forward to place his lips on Italy's.

"Bruder, what are you doing?" Prussia's voice had regained its German accent.

Oh yes! Norway had mentioned that the spell was short-term. Prussia was going to have fun with this for ages.

Happy Valentine's Day!

I can't help but think I might have rushed this a little but I didn't have a lot of time so I did my best. I hope you like!

Hasta la Pasta!