After a long, boring, and seemingly endless couple hours, Wales finally caught sight of a blonde with turquoise eyes. Just seeing his body made him even more anxious to get back into it before Ireland destroys it.
"GE' OFF." the Irishman screamed, kicking a persistent sheep that followed and kept trying to climb into his arms. "Baaaa~" The sheep spoke as it fell backwards, only to try and get into the Irishman's arms again, for the millionth time.
Quickly, Wales interfered before the merciless Irishman could kick his poor sheep again. He scooped the fluffy animal into his arms and smiled, though it faded once he noticed the sheep keeping his complete and utter attention on the Irishman. ...Oh, how he missed his body.
"Now tha' we're together, let's go kick some English arse." He grinned, turning around and walking back towards where he just came from. "...Ya ken. We could've jus' met at England's house instead of ya walkin' all the way tae Scottie's house and walkin' back. And ye could've taken ma car."
Ireland suddenly stopped in his tracks. Why didn't they meet at fucking England's house? That would've been alot easier! "Well I obviously donnae have yer car keys" He pointed out, he wasn't that damn stupid.
"Ma car keys are in ma house...do ya honestly think I sleep with ma car keys in my pockets?"
Ireland said nothing and just stared at him, his eye twitching from annoyance and how much he's despising this conversation. "WHAT'S DONE IS FUCKIN' DONE. WE'RE WALKIN' YA NEED THE EXERCISE ANYWAY!" He finally snapped, continuing to walk at a much faster pace now.
Wales smiled slightly and followed right behind him. Yep, Ireland wasn't the brightest person. Not at all. The Welshman was just grateful they didn't have to walk that far. It wasn't like they were walking from Scotland to America or anything, which isn't even possible unless you want to drown in the Atlantic ocean.
After more tiresome and never ending hours of walking, they finally reached England's abode. The Welshman noticed his younger brothers front door was wide open, how peculiar. England would never leave his door open and unlocked, for many reasons. Though mostly to stop an angry Scotsman or hungry American barging into his house and wreaking havoc though a locked door didn't do much to stop them anyhow. He followed Ireland and walked closer towards the house, once close enough the Irishman ran inside and yelled for England to come out so he could kick his ass.
"I donnae think England will come out if ye openly say yer gonna hurt him" Wales said quietly though Ireland couldn't hear him over his constant yelling. He cautiously walked inside, and saw a completely empty living room, how very odd. Usually England was up at this time of day, reading a book or watching television. Things of that sort. But he was nowhere to be found...
"I FOUND ÉM!" A loud Irishman hollered from the kitchen, making him race over, only to see a deserted kitchen. "Over here ya eejit" The Irishman said with a blank expression, walking into the Englishman's basement which was located right beside his kitchen. He noticed the many scattered beer bottles right next to the basement door. Yep...England was definitely in there. He entered the basement carefully, not enjoying the total darkness that awaited him at the end of the staircase.
Reluctantly he continued to walk down until he reached the end, looking around for any source of light whatsoever and where Ireland had run off too. "WAKE THE FUCK UP ENGLAND" He heard the Irishman shout, jolting a bit from the sudden outburst. How Ireland could see was beyond him.
Suddenly a small source of light emitted where Ireland and England were, rows of candles were lit in a mere 2 seconds. "I think I'm gettin' the hang of all yer magic, Broth." Ireland grinned, now being able to see the man he wanted to punch so bad. Before he could do so though, He shook him like a mad man. "WAKE. THE. FUCK. UP." He demanded, England moaning before his eyes fluttered open.
Ireland's grin twisted into a sadistic one before holding up a fist to clock him in the face. "WAIT. Shouldnae ya beat him after he fixes us? And I'm still nae sure it's his fault anyway..." Wales murmured, making Ireland stop in mid-punch and sigh. "HAVE IT YER WAY. Bu' once he fixes us, I'm kickin' his arse so hard he wonnae be able tae move fer weeks. ENGLAND. FIX US. NOW."
The Englishman stared at his siblings for a few minutes before holding his head in agony. "Ah! Ma fuckin' head! I ken I didnae go tae a pub..so why do I want tae throw up...so...badly" He covered his mouth and shut his eyes tightly, trying to make the nauseating feeling pass.
Wales stared, a bit in shock. That...isn't England. He must've swapped bodies with someone too! North Ireland wouldn't talk like that...so that must mean...
"FIX WALES AND I RIGHT NOW, ENGLAND. OR I SWEAR I WILL RIP YA IN TWO WITH MA OWN BARE HANDS!"
"Wait...Wales did ye jus' say tha'? Ya sound like Ireland...And i'm nae Englan-WHY AM I STANDIN' OVER THERE?" He pointed towards Wales who was unfortunately stuck in Scotland's body. "It's a long story but it seems we've switched bodies..." Wales said quietly, Ireland still glaring and grabbing England by the collar "How do I ken yer Scotland and nae jus' pretendin' so ye wonnae get yer arse kicked by me?"
England smirked widely once he felt the nauseous feeling fade away. "When ye were a wee lad, Ye would cry and throw a tantrum every time I beat ya at somethin', then mum would pat yer head and say it's alright bu' ye would keep cryin' like a pansy until i admitted ye were better than me. Which I never admitted by the way. I crossed ma fingers every time."
"I-I DIDNAE. YER A FREAKIN' LIAR." He shouted, his face turning a deep shade of red from embarrassment as he let go of England's shirt. "Yer a real bassa...yer Scotland alright. Now what are we gonna do? We gotta find England!"
Wales sighed and tried to think of where there youngest brother could be, before finally getting a clue and frowning, Knowing Ireland would probably freak. "Well...the only broth's tha' are left is North...and yer body Ireland...Which means either England is in yer or North's body."
Ireland froze in shock. HIM. THAT ENGLISH BASTARD. IN HIS BODY? "HE BETTER NOT BE OR I SWEAR I'LL KICK MA OWN ARSE!"
"Well...if he's not in yer body tha' means North is in it then" Wales said weakly, Scotland grinning and watching in amusement.
Ireland froze again, the possibilities and many different things they could do to his body completely traumatizing the poor Irishman. Scotland frowned and walked over to his Irish sibling. "Awww..I was hopin' he'd explode with rage. Ya ken I could always call France and ask if he's willing tae find yer body and personal-DONNAE...EVEN FINISH THA' SENTENCE" Ireland interrupted loudly, his face as red as Scottie's hair, burning with rage and the intent to hurt. "I'LL KILL ÉM...FIRST ENGLAND AND THEN NORTH. THEN I'LL REVIVE ÉM AND KILL ÉM AGAIN THANKS TAE WALES MAGIC. THEN I'LL DO IT AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN."
"C-Calm down" Wales said quietly, wanting to pat the Irishman on the shoulder though not knowing what would happen if he actually did. Scotland just continued to watch, amused before realizing he was in England's body and could do whatever he pleased.
"Hm...I wonder." He grinned, stretching his pants outwards so he could see England's glorious Big Ben. He frowned though, and quickly stopped looking. "I'm convinced...England is secretly a woman" He said with a straight face. A bit traumatized himself.
"-AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND A-MMPH" Ireland continued until Wales finally covered the annoying man's mouth. "LET'S JUS' FIND NORTH AND IRELAND'S BODY..AND CALMLY TALK TAE THEM..AND GET FIXED" And with that said he removed his hand from the Irishman's mouth, glad he had finally shut his mouth.
"Aye, Fine let's go..."
"Aye..."
Oh man, I'm really exhausted QwQ Plot bunnies attacked me and I didn't get to sleep because I wanted to finish chapter 3. Anyways I want to explain a few things so you all won't be like "DAFACKISTHISCRAP"
The part where I mention England's basement is right next to his kitchen, I know that sounds weird and all but honestly that's where alot of basement doors are. Where I was born, almost all basement's were located next to the kitchen~ So sorry if that sounded a bit weird~
Secondly, Scottie's wonderful accent. I wasn't sure if I should give him an accent since he's in England's body and all but I decided to go for it. In my interesting mind, I imagine them all sounding, and looking like the body they switched with but that's pretty much it. They didn't randomly learn how to talk in whatever country they're swapped with, accent~ So I just decided to keep there accent
And Thirdly, the part where Scotland is proving that he's Scotland to Ireland. In my headcanon and amazing mind, I always pictured Ireland as a cry baby who acted tough all the time when he was a kid. Though he really hasn't changed much since he was a child...besides the cry baby part.
Sorry for any typo's you see. Feel free to tell me if I made any, I'm very exhausted QwQ I'll write the next chapter later.
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