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A/N:Ummm... I'm trying a new writing style...because of Sorairo Warai's idea on to make it less confusing to those people who didn't read the prequel. So, before you begin reading, I'd like to say sorry if it's confusing...I'm not use to this writing style if anyone has any ideas to make this writing style go smoother (I guess) then may please tell. Thank-you =3 Enjoy the chapter.

~America~

I pouted for a long time in my room. Iggy was so mean sometimes. He seemed so confused when Spain took him away. That was not my Iggy. Didn't even kiss like him. …he kissed like….like….I don't even know. But not like Iggy….trust me Iggy is far too proud to kiss back like that. I rolled my eyes thinking of how he kissed when he didn't want to and he called me the little kid.

~Romano~

I banged my head against my door swearing at the top of my lungs. I can't believe I forgot my Fucking keys! My fucking house keys were in damn potato land! S-shut-up I know me and Feliciano really needed to hide a spare key around just in case…dammit! I went back to my car and sighed as I drove off again. Everything sucks. Life sucks. Bastards suck. FUCKING DRUNK ANGELS SUCK! Oh, DID I MENTION WHEN I GET MY HAND ON THAT FUCKING ANGEL HE WAS GOING TO DIE!

~England~

I glared at that bloody jerk that was Spain. He seemed confused. I was breathing heavily, what the hell was wrong with this fucking bloody country. So many feelings running inside my body and they were so bloody strong!

I growled as I took Spain by my shirt's collar, "Well?"

The Jack-arse rolled his eyes. "Sorry, but America kissed me and I kissed him back because you do! Damn, it wasn't like I really kissed him anyway, you did…damn…and people call me dumb."

I stared at the arse in shock. I'm going to kill this bloody wanker. Although, I do feel bad for Romano. Damn, I wonder where he ran off too. Probably back home….but….we need to switch our bodies back…now what was that angel's policy again…I bit my—the bloody wanker's lip thinking.

"…..hey….?" I turned back to my body.

"What?" I asked not liking that kicked puppy look on his face. I didn't even know my face could make such a face.

"My Lovi saw me kissing America, si?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes…and don't go speaking Spanish…no matter how hard you try you're Spanish accent is gone…"

I groaned seeing my body pout like a child, but was surprise when I saw tears fall from my body's eyes. "I fucked up big time, huh?" the Wanker asked softly.

"Yes, we both…" I paused for a moment before smirking. "We both fucked up…"

I watched as the wanker backed away from me a little. "Ewwwww…you made my body look like a rapist~! Quit it, Quit looking at me like that~!" The wanker yelled. "I only want to be raped by Lovi~! Not an English bastard~!"

I frowned again.

"WAAAHHHH~! MY FACE LOOKS OLD NOW! QUIT IT, QUIT IT, QUIT IT~!"

I felt my eye twitch….or the wanker's eye…whatever… "Listen…" I commanded and happily the dog listened for once in his life and grew quiet again. "That angel only undoes wishes if the wisher learn a lesson…I have an idea, but both my brat and yours will seriously get hurt."

My body's face grew dark. "Then fuck your idea…I'm not hurting little Lovi~, let alone work with an old man like you~!"

I felt my blood pressure rise dangerously high. "YOU LISTEN YOU BLOODY WANKER, YOU ARE OLDER THAN ME! WELL NOT RIGHT NOW, BUT….BLOODY HELL!"

My body wrinkled it's nose. "Ewww….Britain English doesn't sound good with a Spanish accent…Blah!"

I sighed as I thought of the best way to explain to that wanker to get back to normal we had to make Romano and America learn a lesson. "…..the plan will be very easy…okay?"

"No~!" The wanker said pouting again.

"The faster you do my plan…the faster you'll be in your own body and kissing Romano." I smirked when the Wanker turn red. Point one for the bloody British Empire.

~Spain~

I pouted. This wasn't fair. Not fair, not fair. I listened to the Jerk's plan, but glared him when the words, I have to kiss him came up. What? What~? No~! Fuck no~! No kissy the icky English man!

"Well, just think of it as kissing yourself." The Jerk said when I brought up my issue with this plan of his.

I wanted to start crying. "Can't you kiss me? I don't wanna kiss the icky Jerk!"

"Bloody hell, listen! America doesn't know we switch bodies, Romano does…it only makes sense to make you kiss me!"

I whined. I was going to hurt Lovi~ really badly aren't I? I bit my lip, but slowly nodded. Dammit…Please don't hate me Lovi~….please don't hate me…I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry…