Look! The author posted a new chapter in a timely fashion! Yay!

This one was rather fun to write, mainly because Alfred and Matthew are awake now! How will they react to the change? Read on to find out!

And to Aestiva, I was planning on just putting lots of brotherly fluff between Al and Matt. But we'll see if it develops into anything else. ;)

Enjoy chapter 4!

Who Are You?

Arthur flipped through yet another spell book, slamming it closed when he couldn't find a reversal spell. Perfect. Just perfect.

"This is absolutely hopeless." Arthur said, tossing the book aside and pinching the bridge of his nose, giving a heavy sigh.

"Don't say that." Francis replied. That would have sounded encouraging, except for the underlying threat in his tone. Arthur just scoffed and sunk low into his chair.

"I don't have the reversal. It's in bits in pieces all throughout the books I have here. I don't want to try putting it together because God knows how that would turn out."

"Why isn't it all in one place?"

"I never bothered developing the spell because I never used the body-switching spell in the first place. Never really found much use in it."

"You can't tell me you never tried using it on your brothers."

Arthur sat up. "Well, it wasn't me who used it, but Alistair and I accidentally switched places once," He smirked. "We ran around as each other for a whole week before he managed to figure out how to change us back. I didn't want to though, I liked being the older brother for once."

Francis cracked a smile. "I can only imagine the trouble you got in."

"You should have seen what I did to his hair. I don't think he ever got over that."

The two men laughed. Arthur felt a little better getting the Frenchman to laugh. The tension in the room was getting unbearable.

Francis sat in a chair on the left side of the bed, gently stroking Matthew's wavy blonde hair. Arthur felt a pang of guilt stab at his heart. If there was anyone who really didn't deserve this, it was Matthew. The shy Canadian was the last person on the planet he would wish harm. Helpful, respectful, and caring was all Matthew ever was to everyone, yet Arthur managed to forget about him most of the time. He should really work on that. The differences between Alfred and Matthew were as obvious as night and day.

Arthur reached over and wrapped his hand around Alfred's, more for his own comfort than the American's. God, I'm sorry Alfred.

He hoped with his entire being neither of the brothers would take what had happened too hard.

After a few hours, Arthur and Francis had dozed off in their chairs, Francis's hand resting on Matthew's head and Arthur's hand still clutching Alfred's.

Matthew shifted slightly, suddenly aware of someone holding onto his hand. Slowly opening his eyes, Arthur's blurry form came into view, slumped in a chair to his left. His blonde hair looked more disheveled than usual, flopping down over his closed eyes.

Matthew wondered why Arthur was there, and what had happened. He couldn't remember what had he had been doing for the past few hours. Why was he in Francis's hotel room? Much less his bed. Just what did he miss?

Noticing that someone else was lying next to him, Matthew glanced to his right.

"OHMIGOD!" he screamed, much louder than he normally would have been able to, he noted. Everyone in the room jolted awake at his shout, jumping out of their seats. "What? W-Why am I…HOW AM I OVER THERE?"

In his panic, Matthew had fallen off his side of the bed and right into Arthur's lap. He was clutching the front of the Englishman's shirt as he stared in wide-eyed horror at the doppelganger on the other side of the bed. Arthur laughed nervously and patted Matthew's back sympathetically. "It's all right. Let me expl-"

"HOLY SHIT!" Alfred shouted, cutting off Arthur. It was his turn to flip out, jumping off the bed just like Matthew had. But his aim was off, and instead of landing on Francis, he hit the floor with a heavy thump.

"Mon dieu, be careful! Are you all right?" Francis asked concernedly.

"It's cool, just hit my face…" Alfred answered him weakly, sitting up. He slowly got back up on the bed, keeping his eyes fixed on the figure hanging on to Arthur. "Who the hell is that?"

"More like who the hell are you!" Matthew said.

"Boys, calm down. There's an explanation for this." Francis interjected. "Would you like to tell them now, Arthur?"

The Englishman could feel the color drain out of his face as the twins turned to fix their gazes on him. "Alf-I mean Matthew, why don't you take a seat on the bed."

He did as he was told, getting up and unwillingly sitting next to his look alike.

Arthur repeated the same story he had told Francis earlier, avoiding looking anyone directly in the eyes. He was afraid of what he would see.

"So you're saying we just like, traded bodies?" Arthur nodded.

The twins then stared at each other, studying each others features, before both proceeded to grab the other's face.

"Jeez, does my hair really look like that?"

"Since when did I have a scar there?"

"I should find my tweezers; I'm getting a pretty serious case of Artie-brows."

Arthur smacked Alfred in the back of the head, making the American let out a laugh. "Oh, screw off."

"You two must be getting hungry. Arthur, why don't we go downstairs and get them something to eat?" Francis suggested.

"All right. That doesn't sound like a bad idea." Arthur joined Francis by the door. "We'll be back soon. Don't destroy the room."

"No promises." Alfred called after them. He was reclined back on Francis's bed, flipping through the channels on TV. After the door closed, he hurriedly sat up. "Agh, I feel weird."

"Me too." Matthew replied.

"Dude, we have to figure out how to change back. There's gotta be some trick we can use."

"Like what? I don't think it's that simple."

"Sure it is! Maybe…" Alfred's eyebrows knit together in concentration. He snapped his fingers a couple times, then clapped and loudly proclaimed, "I've got it!"

"Huh?"

"You know that movie, Freaky Friday?"

Matthew stared at his brother for a few moments, before he caught on to what Alfred wanted them to do. "Oh God, no."

"Aww, come on! It's worth a shot!"

"That's just a movie, Alfred."

"Maybe there was some truth behind it!"

Matthew fidgeted, wringing his hands together. This was definitely not the best idea. Good ideas were not something Alfred was known for. But maybe he was right, it was worth a shot. "…Fine."

"Woo! Okay, you stand there and I'll go over here." Alfred hopped off the bed and dashed to the opposite side of the room. Matthew stood and took his spot by the window. "Ready?"

"I guess."

"All right, on my count. One, two, three!"

The two took off running as fast as they could in a hotel room. Matthew was already regretting this. They rammed their heads together at the center of the room with a resounding smack. Both were sent sailing backwards, and landed flat on their backs.

"Ow…I don't think we did it right…"

"You don't say." Matthew growled. "Agh, stupid, stupid, stupid…"

"Okay, no more brilliant plans for a while."

"No more letting you come up with them in the first place."

"Oh, shut up. Can you get me some ice, bro? I might have cracked my skull."

"You mean mine?"

Alfred isn't the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree.

If you haven't seen Freaky Friday, the movie is about a mother and daughter who trade places. What Al and Matt just did was their first attempt at changing back. XP

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Review fuel is appreciated greatly! :3 Thanks to everyone who did last chapter!

~Blue