Alfred felt like he had a hangover. Simple as that. His arms felt heavy and...why was he on the floor? ...and for that matter, last he checked his floor wasn't hardwood. He pushed himself up on his knees. Something fell off his neck and hit the floor. A scarf. It looked oddly familiar. Alfred shrugged and made his way to the bathroom, promptly unable to find it. Wait...what?

Something was wrong. Very wrong. Without realizing it he located a mirror. Staring at himself, he saw purple eyes and silver hair. Looking around the unfamiliar room he spotted a massive coat. Handing in the corner were two flags: the Russian Federation and Soviet Russia.

Where were the stars and stripes? The posters of supperheroes? Friggin curatins on the windows?! Alfred then realized why so many things were different; one more look in the mirror confirmed his fears.

"I...I'm that communist bastard!"

...

Ivan wasn't having much of a better time. Once he realized that he was in the room of the capitalist pig, he searched frantically for his scarf. All he found was America's signature jacket. That did it.

"Нет..."

No Russian accent, no scarf, no hardwood floors. Blonde hair, blue eyes, glasses...

"Я...Я Америка!"

...

America's phone rang. Ivan picked it up.

"Привет?"

A jagged Russian accent greeted him. "Do NOT use mt voice to speak communist!"

"Goodness," Ivan replied.

"You obviously used communism to switch our bodies!"

"I must say America, that it is quite odd to hear you screaming at me with my own voice. Tell me...what's it like to be me?"

"What're you even talking about?"

"Well clearly our bodies have been switched so my curiosity is rising to a peak."

"Why are you asking me what it's like to be in your body? That's common logic, obviously!"

Ivan just facepalmed.

"And...do you wear a scarf to cover the scars on your neck?"

Ivan frowned. "...what?"

"Dude, you've got these massive scars covering your neck."

"Tell anyone and I'll use my pipe to rip your insides out through your mouth."

"Ah-ah-aahh," Alfred's now Russian voice became devious. "I have your pipe now."

Ivan realized he was right. What did America have as a weapon? Then he remembered: a lethal baseball bat. It wasn't a lead pipe, but it would do. Neither of them could wait to be changed back but the question remained: why were they like this?