Chapter Four

"Big Brother France, is it lunch time yet?" Germany cowered next to China. China looked at him in disgust. "I do not adore you when you are in that form, Italy!"

Hungary was busy reading the spell. The rest of the countries sat around waiting. Britain sighed. "So, dudes. What happens if we don't turn back it time?" France looked at him. "What do you mean? We will turn back." Britain shrugged. "Just saying, man. Do we just act like nothing happened or what?" America sighed. "I suppose we wouldn't really have a choice, would we?" Germany laughed. "Ve! Now I won't get beat up as often because I'm taller and scary!" Italy looked at him. "And vhat does that mean?"

"By the way, how much time do we have left?" Canada looked at his watch. "About half an hour left." Suddenly, Hungary jumped up in excitement. "Ooh! I think I figured it out!" Everyone gathered around her. Britain hopped from foot to foot. "Aw, man! I can't wait to be back inside my own body!"

Hungary smiled. "This is what it says: 'May this exchange bring you forever happiness.' Isn't that cute? You'll all be happy forever!" Germany smiled. "That is a sweet!"

Everyone sulked. "No way, man! I'm stuck as some English limey bastard for the rest of my life?" America shoved him. "Who the bloody hell are you calling a bastard!? And the feeling's mutual. I don't want to be stuck as a diabetic Coke guzzling twit, either."

"At least you have a sense of taste, now." America gritted his teeth. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean!?" The two started to close in on each other. China looked around and proceeded to change into some more suited clothes. France smacked him hard. "I told you no! I refuse to let you perform such a disrespectful stunt!" China scoffed. "Disrespectful? These clothes are disrespecting me!"

Russia looked around. There so much negative energy emitting from him. It was intoxicating. Japan stared at him and grinned. He knows?

Italy trembled in anger. "Damn…" Germany was busy making white flags. Austria shook his head. "You two are pathetic. How dare you doubt Ms. Hungary's lovely abilities? Now I shall play to show my support." He got on his piano and started playing again.

America watched him. "Wouldn't that only distract her?" Prussia laughed. "No way, man! That's to pump her up!" He pulled out a pair of cheer-leading pompoms. He slipped on a sweater with a picture a mug of beer on it. He stood behind her and started waving his arms. "You can do it! You are awesome but not as awesome as me! But you have the smarts!"

America sighed in exasperation. "That's truly motivating." Hungary scowled. "I'm not seeing any pattern." Germany gasped. "Oh no. I just had a scary thought." Italy sighed. "Spit it out, then."

"If we stay like this, none of us have any idea how run each other's countries." Everyone paused. Italy clenched the table edge. "My God, you're right." America swallowed. "You're telling me that I have to run that obese country!?"

Britain stood. "Don't call my country names I don't know the meaning of!" America poked his chest. "You're such an idiot. Do you seriously not know the meaning of a word that came from your place? You wanker." Russia trembled. "I can't be Russia. He's too involved with other countries' affairs!"

Canada frowned. "You know what that means, guys?" The eight shouted all together. "WE'RE THE WEAKEST NATIONS IN THE WORLD!"

Britain stood tall. "I'm the hero!"

America sipped at his tea. "I disagree with America."

China laughed. "I disagree with both America and Britain."

France sighed. "Western nations are so immature."

Russia raised his hand. "I agree with America."

Japan smiled. "Become one with me?"

Germany hopped up. "Pasta!"

Italy growled. "Eight minutes for speeches!"

Everyone sulked again. Britain leaped up in the air in a fit of rage. "NO! What's the point of living if I can't be the hero anymore!?" Italy joined him. "I cannot be stuck in this ridiculous form! And I absolutely refuse to be one of the weakest nations in the entire world!" He dropped to his knees. "If only I wasn't stuck in this form…" Germany started tearing up again. "Why don't you like being me?" He started to run off, but he tripped and toppled over onto Italy.

"Get off me, you swine! Are you trying to crush me!?" Germany only whimpered pitifully.