Freaky Friday

London should have known it was going to be a bad day to start off.

She opened her eyes to find herself surprisingly comfortable. The mattress was soft and the pillow was fluffy.

That's when her eyes snapped open.

She would never sleep on or with anything so soft. Her mattress was firm and her blanket was not nearly this fuzzy or warm. She kicked the blanket away from her and blinked a few times. Everything was blurry.

She looked around in confusion. She could barely see a thing, but from what she could make out, London knew she was no longer in her room.

She reached over to the bedside and found a pair of glasses. Confused, she put them on and found her vision immediately corrected. "What the bloody hell is going on?" She asked aloud, then screamed. "AND WHY DO I SOUND SO AMERICAN?"

"Okay, London, don't panic." The British girl in the American's body said breathlessly as she poked her face, staring at herself in the mirror. "You have been in worst situations than this. Just... Go downstairs and get Uncle Alfred." She peeked out the hall and walked down the steps, still clad in a green Attack on Titan tank and silky red, white, and blue shorts.

However, when she reached the kitchen, all she found was a note attached to the fridge.

Sorry kiddo, Obama called me out early this morning to discuss something important.

Mentioned something about Russia, so I'd expect Moscow over sometime. I should be back tonight, but I'll call you later!

See you, my little sidekick!

~Alfred F. Jones, AKA Coolest dad ever!

London was stuck somewhere between crying and laughing. She stared at the note before finally electing to just face palm. Of course Uncle Alfred would sign everything that way... She thought in exasperation. London collapsed into her chair, shaking slightly. Okay... First thing: call home.


DC could have sworn she had not set her alarm clock. In fact, she wasn't even sure she even owned an alarm clock for that matter. Nevertheless, she reached over and smacked the clock. Then she rolled over and winced; why was the mattress so hard? She blinked a couple times and realized she could see perfectly. DC touched her face, but her glasses were not there.

What... She shoved the blankets off of her body and stumbled to the full length mirror beside the unfamiliar bed. "WHAT?"

DC calmed herself. She stared and inspected herself in the mirror. Suddenly, she poked her chest, frowning. "No wonder London needs to sleep on such a firm mattress; she must have really bad back problems." Then she took a closer look at her pajamas and snorted out a laugh. DC made a mental note to tease her about the Eiffel towers that patterned her pajama pants and the black Beatles tee shirt she's owned for decades now.

She realized she was probably taking this pretty calmly. I mean, at first, DC freaked out. Like, a lot.

Then she remembered Freaky Friday.

"Hehe, well, this is good a time as any to snoop through Kath's things!" DC poked around London's shelves and desk area only to be let down slightly.

It was extremely neat; everything screamed London. A collection of Shakespeare plays, a fine set of Charles Dickens, an empty tea cup from the previous day, a bunch of finished paperwork that DC realized she never actually bothered to ever sign, and a few old CDs from older artists like The Who and Rolling Stones. There was even a poster on the wall from the 2012 Olympics that London had hosted. Despite always boasting about how such an important event had been held in her city, DC remembered the stress her cousin had been under during that time. Having that many people in London and all the mayhem and chaos that came with organizing such an event had caused the British capital quite a deal of stress. Not that she'd ever admit it, of course.

DC finished her search only a little disappointed. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she felt a little let down. She finally turned her attention to the closet and found herself sifting through tons of modest and covering clothes that could often pass as formal. She felt herself face palm. God did she miss her tank tops and short shorts...

Eventually, DC dragged out an old Harry Potter sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. She rolled her eyes at the realization that this was likely the only "casual" outfit the stiff Brit wore. DC had no doubt that even if her cousin did own short shorts, her stuffy father wouldn't let her leave her bedroom with them on, much less the house. America was similarly protective, but after a situation that resulted in a few hospitalizations and a court appearance, he quickly realized that DC could handle herself.

DC slid into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She blinked and realized this was one of the few times she'd seen London's face completely natural. They'd had plenty of sleepovers, but London always woke up before she did and was already completely ready by the time the American had dragged herself out of bed.

London was very pretty, DC realized as she brushed her stringy brown hair out of her face. London, by no means, wore heavy makeup. She only wore a little eyeliner, mascara, and foundation. Still, DC couldn't help but feel puzzled as to why her cousin would feel even such minimal use would even be necessary.

She shrugged finally and headed down the steps of the old, Victorian age house and wondered where England was. Surely he would know what to do... She found the house completely empty, aside from Katherine's kitten, Molly.

DC stroked the gray kitten's head and frowned thoughtfully at it purred softly. Her mind clicked as she recalled some mention of an EU meeting this weekend... One that would last for another two days at the least (no doubt longer, given their parents) and, under Germany's strict instruction, banned the use of cell phones or other means of communication. She always thought the rule was stupid; not because she wanted to sell out the secrets of other countries or threaten world security or anything; she just really liked playing Tetris when the meeting got super boring.

Okay then... DC looked around. Time for breakfast. She looked at the burnt scone on the plate that England had left for the British capital, and gagged. How London put up with this was beyond her. Though, DC could say from experience that London's taste buds were just as bad as that of her father's.

She searched the cupboards and fridge and found pretty much nothing useful. "Where's all the lucky charms?" She complained. "Corn flakes... Pshhh." She scoffed. "And no coffee? Just tea! So much tea! They could solve hunger in Somalia with all the tea and freaking crumpets they have in this god damned house!" She found herself kicking the chair in annoyance, then winced in pain. DC sighed and looked on top of the fridge, eyes lighting up. "Okay, oatmeal. Can't go wrong with oatmeal!" She convinced herself.

She pulled the chair to the fridge, pausing only to realize that London did not have the same strength as she had inherited from America. Was this how normal people felt on a daily basis? Man, people were weak... She pulled down the box of oatmeal and prepared herself breakfast, along with a cup of orange juice, a slice of ham, and an apple. She found herself full after the bowl of cereal, however, and quickly realized London probably ate far less than she did.

She blinked and wondered how anyone fit every part of the food pyramid into their meal if they ate as little as London did. Shrugging, she put the dishes away and was about to wash them when the phone rang.


London scowled as she waited for the phone to pick up.

"Hello?" A British girl answered the phone. London blinked and realized how strange it was to hear her own voice, but not be the one using it.

"Amelia." She hissed. "What. Did. You. Do?"

"What? Kath? Oh, god, I woke up this morning in you body! Jeez this is super freaky!"

London winced as she heard the American speech patterns in her British accent.

"And why do you blame me? It's not my fault!"

"Regardless," London sighed. "We need to find a way to reverse this."

"Well, duh. By the way, about your contact name for me-"

"Shut up, Amelia!" London squawked, face flushing. "It was Paris! Damn bloody frog keeps messing with my stuff!"

"Well, at least there's one thing good about this situation."

London winced at the butchering DC had managed to accomplish of her dear language in that single sentence. "What?" She asked.

"I can hear whatever I want in your voice!"

London took a deep breath. Her eye twitched. "Amelia..." She said warningly.

"Oh, Amelia, I'm so glad you're my cousin. You truly are an amazing and intelligent person." DC exclaimed gleefully in London's smooth accent. She squealed in delight.

"Amelia...!" London growled into the phone.

"Hahaha! Okay, okay, I'm done." DC giggled. "Sorry, too good to pass up."

"We must find the root of this problem. When was the last time we spoke?" London asked.

DC was quiet for a second. "Ummmmm... We were face timing just the other day."

*Flashback*

"Kath, I can't sleep." DC mumbled, lying in bed as she pouted in the camera.

"Well, I was trying damn hard TO sleep." The Brit growled. "Do you have any idea how time zones work, Amelia?"

"I'm sorry." She whined. "But you always help me to sleep after a scary movie!"

"Not. At. Four. In. The. Morning." London growled.

There was a pitiful silence. Normally London would have broken down and apologized and gotten up to lull the younger girl to sleep, but tonight she was exhausted and frustrated.

"Dammit, Amelia, you're how old now?! Can't you watch a stupid bloody movie without needing me to tuck you in!" London snapped. "I swear, you haven't grown up since I first met you!"

Angrily, DC replied, "Oh please! Like you're much better! You're still a brat who forces everyone to follow you because you were oh so powerful! Newsflash, Kath, you're not anymore!"

"As if you would be able to hold onto that much power, why don't you try spending a day in my shoes?!"

The two girls glared at each other angrily.

"I wish you'd know what it was like as me!" They shouted angrily before hanging up.

*flashback end*

"Ah... Shit." DC groaned.

"Indeed. I'm not sure how, but now that wish activated a spell that switched our bodies." London said thoughtfully. "Although, it's likely this won't last very long."

"How could you say that?"

"Accidental spells aren't powered by much energy- they'll probably fade in a day or so."

"... Kath." DC said, voice soft but serious. "I'm supposed to have a meeting tomorrow with my dad and our boss. If we're not fixed by then you might have to do it alone."

"What?" London's eyes widened and she growled. "F-fine! I'll look for a solution- but I need my spell books. They should be in the trunk under my bed."

"Okay, I've found them. What's the password?"

"... S-H-E-R." London said, reluctant. She made a mental note to change the lock combination later.

There was a pause on the other end.

"Amelia, are you okay?" The Brit asked with concern when she didn't get a response.

"U-uh..." DC's voice was a little higher than usual. "Uh- I- um... Just, give me a second."

London stared at the phone, confused. "Amelia, stop playing around, grab the damn books and be on with it!"

"B-but-" she squeaked. "T-there's... Uh, stuff in there."

London blinked, confused. She finally scowled. "I have no idea what the bloody hell you're going on about! Try speaking the Queen's language for once! And I don't care- whatever it is, ignore it and get the books!"

"O-okay, if you say so..." Amelia said, reluctantly.

"Good. Now, send me pictures of page three hundred ninety four of the green book."

"Okay, will do."

"Good. I will call you back."

"Right. Oh, and, uh, about those pajama pants..."

London hung up.