Chapter Two
"Stop fooling around, Italy!" China scolded. Italy scowled. "I'm Germany, you swine!" He corrected. China gulped. "So, you mean-
"Yes," Italy replied. America and Britain. China and France. Russia and Japan. And worst of all, Italy and I. We have all switched bodies."
Germany was devastated. "Switching with is the worst?" Italy turned on him. "Don't get teary-eyed on me."
"Oh no... you guys, I just remembered something." Everyone looked at Canada. "It's an ancient Canadian curse. It's called the Changeling. I'm so sorry, guys. I didn't recognize it at first."
"A curse..." America breathed thoughtfully. Britain turned to France. "So...You're China, right?" France took a step back. "Yes..." Britain grabbed him by his throat. "Damn it! Why'd ya do that, man!?" France struggled. "All I did was read stupid spell!"
America grabbed his shoulder. "That's enough, America! And China." He turned to Canada. "Well, since this is from your country, you know something about it, right?" Canada shook his head miserably. "I'm sorry. That's as much as I know."
China fidgeted. "Ahh! These stupid clothes!" He started to pull his shirt off. France tackled him. "What you think you're doing? Keep my shirt on!" The two started to get into a struggle.
Germany gasped. "Look at me! I'm taller than you, Germany!" Italy sighed. "Don't get comfortable. It won't be long." Canada groaned. "Oh yeah...and if we don't reverse the spell within an hour it was cast, you guys will be stuck like that forever!"
Everyone started panic. "How long have we've been switched?" Italy asked. "Twenty," Japan replied. "So we have forty left." Russia looked around. "There has to be book on this somewhere."
Britain laughed. "Ha! Who reads books anymore?" He joked. "Everyone except you," America said back. He started sniffing himself. "I say, don't you ever wash your clothes? They smell like you dipped them in fry grease."
Britain gritted his teeth. "Of course I do. And I like that smell. It's better than smelling like a tea bag-" He paused. Was it him or was he seeing a flying mint bunny? "Dude, I think I'm seeing things." Then, he saw fairy fluttering around. "I think I need to sit down." And he did.
Russia blinked. Is it me, or do I feel evil energy emitting from my body? Italy rubbed his belly. "Why am I so hungry?" He asked. Germany waved his arms. "Because you're an Italian! And Italians are always hungry." Italy looked at him. "Alvays?" Germany nodded. "Always."
Italy let that sink in before shouting. "Get me out of this wretched body! I can't function like this! I feel so weak and tired!"
Russia rubbed his head. "I feel so funky."
"I must say, I've never felt so layed back in my life. It's nice." Germany grinned. "See, it's not all that bad." Italy whirled on him. "Just because I give it one compliment, it doesn't mean I want to stay like this forever!" He gripped Germany's throat and proceeded to choke him. "GHAA-AHH! Japan help! He's choking me!"
Russia watched curiously. It's so weird watching this in reverse. America stepped in. "Would you two knock it off!?" China started sobbing. "STOP HURTING HIM!" He wailed.
Russia sighed. At this rate, we're never going to get the spell lifted.
