Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the movie: Freaky Friday

The two crept down the stairs to find Matthew sitting at the breakfast table with Iain.

"Gawd, this hangovers killing me." Iain groaned.

"Well, Iain is still himself." Arthur murmured.

"Oncle, pourriez-vous passer le sirop d'érable?" Matthew asked politely. Realizing his uncle didn't speak French, he tried again, "Uncle, would you pass the maple syrup?"

"And Matthews still annoying." Alfred gritted his teeth, "So, why are we the only ones who changed?" Iain laid his head on the table to try to stop his headache.

"Oncle?" Matthew thought something was wrong, "Are you okay?" He shook the table. Iain groaned,

"Kid, don't shake the table. It's like a freaking earthquake."

"Earthquake?" Arthur and Alfred exclaimed blowing their cover. Iain and Matthew glanced up at the two on the stairs.

"Does this family always make so much noise in the morning?" Iain groaned. Arthur grabbed Alfred's arm and dragged him up the stairs. Matthew thought it was odd that Alfred had grabbed his dad but the thought of eating his pancakes without syrup occupied his mind more. Once Arthur knew they were out of ear range, he spoke,

"That was the change: the earthquake."

"Of course," Alfred nodded, "No one else felt it but us."

"What are you guys taking about so secretly?" Alfred jumped when he felt to arms snake around his waist.

"Francis, stop trying to feel up my s-" Arthur stopped himself and rephrased, "my dad." He had forgotten for a moment that he was stuck in Alfred's body.

"Always defense aren't you?" Francis patted Arthur on the head, "I see you guys aren't ready yet. You're going to be late."

"For what?" Alfred asked. Francis stared at him blankly then laughed,

"Didn't you want me to drive you to work?"

"Oh that's right!" Arthur suddenly said, "Because dad, you ran over the spikes in the car park at work by accident yesterday." Arthur hinted. Alfred smirked,

"You did? Wow! And I thought I had a bad-uh I mean," Alfred corrected his mistake when he saw Francis' face, "Yes, silly me. Um…thank you for giving us a ride…dear…but I need to get ready…and so does Alfred." Alfred grabbed Arthur's arm and sped for his bedroom.

"I bet it was that Chinese man! Kiku's boss!" Alfred exclaimed, "He must have done some weird Chinese voodoo."

"Alfred, magic does not exist." Alfred gave his father a sideways glance.

"Well, what are we going to do?" Alfred demanded, "I can't go to school looking like you." Arthur blocked out the last comment,

"Alfred, you have to go. You are on the verge of getting kicked out and don't you have your honors qualifying exam today?"

Alfred smirked, "More of a reason to stay home."

"Alfred, that test is easy. Stop being a baby and go."

"If you think it's so easy, you do it."

"Maybe I will." Arthur had been considering it.

"You think you could act as me?"

"Of course I can," Arthur folded his arms, "Watch me." Arthur cleared his voice, "Look at me! I love McDonalds but I'm so fat but don't worry cause I'm the hero!"

"Well it's easy to be you!" Alfred huffed, "I'll just drink tea and pretend to be all high and mighty."

"Alfie, I do not pretend to be all high and-"

"Arthur, its Alfred, not Alfie." Alfred mocked.

"Fine!" Arthur put his foot down, "I will go to school and you will stay here and-" A thought popped into his head. A thought with rather large "assets", "Damn, I forgot about Katyusha."

"Who's Katyusha? Are you cheating on Francis?" Alfred asked excitedly.

"No! And don't get so excited!" Arthur sighed, "Katyusha is my needy patient. I'm the only therapist left who will talk to her."

"That bad?"

"No, just has a lot of problems." Arthur shook his head, "Anyway, I need you to just go and sit there while she tells you her problems."

"Are you serious?" Alfred searched Arthur's face for a joke, "You want me to be you and you to be me?"

"Yes," Arthur nodded, "And then I'm taking you out for lunch."

"Oh? Where?"

"To the Chinese restaurant to talk to . Now, go get changed." Arthur pushed Alfred out of "his" room and went to shut the door when…

"Good luck getting changed without a door." Alfred laughed as he left to get changed. Arthur was seriously regretting his decision about the door.

Francis was trying to keep a bottle of wine away from Iain when he heard the yell.

"Arthur!"

"Haud yer wheesht!" Iain yelled causing the Frenchman to jump.

"What's wrong?" Alfred appeared at the door, "It took me a minute to realize you were yelling for me."

"When did you get this?" Arthur demanded pointing to a small tattoo of the superman symbol just above his hip.

"Haha…I meant to tell you about that."

"As soon as you get your body back, you're removing it."

"Dad-"

"And what are you wearing?" Arthur demanded. Alfred looked down at what he was wearing: a simple t-shirt with a hoodie and jeans.

"What's wrong with it?"

"I'm a therapist, Alfred. Not a gangster. Those trousers show your boxers."

"But that's the style!" Alfred crossed his arms, "What are you wearing?" Arthur was wearing a green dress shirt with light brown pants.

"You should dress up more." Arthur insisted.

"I'll get beat up!"

"You're tough, are you not?" Arthur smirked.

"I thought you wanted to keep me in school and not fighting."

"Touché…fine, I'll dress down but please wear different trousers."

"Fine."

Everyone, except Iain, who was passed out on the couch, piled into the car.

"Everyone comfy?" Francis asked. Alfred was in the front with Francis while Matthew and Arthur were in the backseat. Matthew threw his stuffed polar bear at Arthur's head for the fifth time.

"Matthew, could you please stop throwing Kumajuro at me?"

"Mordez-moi!" Matthew stuck out his tongue.

"See what I mean!" Alfred hissed.

"Matthew, sois sage!" Arthur scolded Matthew. The car went silent.

"Alfred, you speak French?" Francis was surprised but mostly happy.

"Uh…yeah! I wanted to understand what Matthew was saying all the time."

"But he prefers English." Alfred glared at Matthew.

"Dad!" Arthur yelled. Francis looked thoroughly confused.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"Nothing you need to be concerned about." Alfred snapped. Arthur kicked Alfred's seat, "Honey!" Francis smiled and grabbed Alfred's hand,

"Only one more day."

Alfred looked to Arthur for guidance. Arthur beckoned him to say something.

"Yeah it's uh…great we're getting married…even though my wife died. But hey I got over it and became a homo!"

"Francis, you can drop me off here." Arthur ordered, "Dad, get out of the car." Alfred gulped as he got out the car at his high school in his father's body.

"What was that?" Arthur demanded.

"Sorry dude, I agree it was uncalled for."

Arthur sighed, "Can you just try to be nice to Francis?"

"I can try." Alfred said through gritted teeth.

"And don't sleep with him."

"…say what?"

Arthur blushed, "Well, you know how Francis can be and you're in my body."

"Oh my g-TMI Arthur! TMI!" Alfred yelled.

"Just don't do it, okay! Not even a kiss."

"Aren't you supposed to be chaste?"

"This is my second marriage Alfred, how do you think you were born-Alfred?" Alfred's attention was somewhere else.

"Oh my god, it's Gilbert!" Alfred squeaked.

"That boy you were talking about?" Arthur smiled, "Where is he?"

"Hey Alfred!" Gilbert came running over after he had placed his helmet on his motorbike. Arthur's face shriveled up into a scowl.

"Smile at least." Alfred elbowed him in the ribs.

"Hi…Gilbert." Arthur greeted. Gilbert smiled but looked to Alfred confused.

"And who is this?" He asked.

"My father, Doctor Kirkland." Arthur introduced.

"Nice to meet you Doc." Gilbert shook Alfred's hand. Alfred cringed.

"Actually I'm a therapist. I can read your mind." Alfred by accident blurted out but Gilbert just laughed.

"So, what is the awesome me thinking?"

"Uh, how awesome you are?" Alfred guessed then changed the subject, "Nice bike."

"Thanks."

"Dad-"

"It's not like I've ever been on it. I'm not allowed." Alfred hissed back. Gilbert's face turned to confusion, "I mean I'm allowed because I'm old." Alfred pretended to check his watch, "Is that the time? Man, I have to go. Bye Gilbert, Bye Alfie." Alfred quickly hurried away to the car. Arthur gave Gilbert one last look before walking away. Gilbert was confused but he ran to catch up with him. As Alfred got back in the car, Francis asked,

"Arthur, what's Gilbert doing hanging around Alfred?" Gilbert was Francis' friend's son.

"Ooh! Alfred's got a boyfriend!" Matthew giggled in the backseat, "Alfred's a un petit ami"

'He's not m-uh,' Alfred cleared his throat, "Alfred's not allowed to have a boyfriend."

"Why not?" Francis asked.

"Uh, because he's too young." Alfred lied, "Now, what are we doing about you?" Alfred slowly turned to face Matthew. Matthew shuddered.

"Mathieu's school is just on the way."

"Nah, he can walk."

"Excuse eh moi?" Matthew squeaked, "It's twenty blocks."

"Fresh air won't kill ya."

"But what about bullies?" Matthew clutched Kumajuro.

"Run fast."

"Arthur, it's no problem." Francis assured him.

"Whatever dude." Alfred grabbed his IPod out of his bag and turned the headphones full blast. Matthew and Francis exchanged looks but said nothing.

AN~

So I wasn't going to continue this but after recieving all the awesome feed back, I thought: Why not? :D

Once again, the French was provided by Google Translate and Iain yells a Scottish saying which basicly means: Be Quiet! haha

I realize I keep writing stories with movies that Linsey Lohan stared in. 0.0

Let me know what you guys think of the new chapter!~