Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy this story. This author's note probably won't really change for the rest of the story, so you won't have to read it after you've read the first part. I'll put the story info here, I guess.

Title: Switch-A-Roo

Rating: T

Description: "Did you see the new kid? Gilbert, I think his name was. Yeah, he's weird. He doesn't change in the boys' locker room, his voice is a little strange, and the way he walks is almost like a girl! Oh, and did you notice he always wears a hat? Yeah, he's definitely a strange one."

Warnings: AU, fem!Prussia, PruCan, USUK, some swearing. (I'll post a big !LOOK! If there's a warning for a certain chapter.)

"Are you going to eat breakfast with us this morning, Gilda?" Mom asks as I try to slip out the door.

"No, I'll eat something on the way. I promise!" I answer.

"Are you sure you're eating? You're looking rather thin lately." What's with her today? She didn't have a problem yesterday. Maybe she's been watching those stupid shows about teens starving themselves. Who would even do that? No offense to anyone, though.

I roll my eyes. "Yes, I've been eating."

"Prove it."

I sigh, sit at the table, and down a whole bowl of cereal in five minutes. Hooray for being able to eat super quickly and not be affected afterwards! "Happy?"

Mom nods approvingly, and I bolt out the door. I'm going to have to change quickly today if I want to get there early like yesterday. I like being somewhat early. You have somewhat of an advantage. Well, being early is much better than being late.

I skip out of the bathroom, the new guy (I'm here so often, I already know the staff!) giving me an odd look.

"Wasn't a girl just in there?" he asks, confused.

"Sh. It's a secret, new guy," I tell him.

He still looks at me strangely. I wave and start my walk to school. It's so fun disguising myself with new guys there. Before having to change for this school (this only my second day, for that matter), I masqueraded to get in to certain other things. Feliks and I usually had fun doing that sort of thing. Sort of strange, but it works for us.

"Hello, Gilbert," a soft voice greets.

"Huh? Oh! Hey, Matthew!" What is with this boy and his invisibility powers? "Where's Alfred?"

"Up ahead. I don't get how he can have so much energy with only two hours of sleep." He shakes his head. "I guess it's an Alfred thing."

I nod. "Yeah, probably. Two hours? I barely got six hours of sleep last night." Hooray for weird random facts! It's true, though. That homework is tough! It took me until midnight to complete. "What makes him stay up so late?"

"He's usually playing video games in his room. I question why Dad agreed to put an Xbox in there."

"I was guessing the homework."

"Nah, he never does it. When he does, it's in a rush during Mrs. Krumse's class."

"But don't you think it's hard?"

Matthew gives me a surprised look. "That's some of the easiest stuff we've done all year! Even Alfred gets it!" He blushes, realizing how rude he must have sounded. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

I shrug. "It's fine."

"But if you need help, you can just ask. I'm guessing your old school wasn't so advanced."

"Yeah, it wasn't." Truth is, I'm not very good at school in general. "Do you think you could help me?" I probably took a huge risk by asking that. Is it normal for guys to ask other guys for help.

"After school today, if you don't have anything going on, I can help you in the library," he offers.

I probably can, considering Mom wasn't home when I got home yesterday. She probably won't care anyway. But...this school has a library? I voice my question.

"Yeah, but you usually wouldn't notice unless somebody told you. It's in a club room. 308, I believe. If you see a sign that says 'Book Club', that's it. It's not really a book club, though," he informs me.

"Okay, I'll be there," I say as we reach the lockers. "I'm warning you, though, you might get frustrated with me within five minutes."

He laughs. "If I can deal with Alfred, I can deal with you."

We part ways, and I get my things out of my locker. The weird seven fifty rush happens again, and I soon find Francis and Antonio in the crowd. We find ourselves early to Mrs. Krumse's...thing. What is this called? I'll just call it...Attendance, I guess. There's nothing else really to call it. Oh, and by early, I mean earlier than last time. It still makes us the last ones there, but we technically aren't late, as Francis points out.

"What do you usually do for the rest of the time?" I ask. "We've still got a good twenty minutes."

"It depends on ze newest rumor or ze homework from ze day before," Francis answers. "See how everybody's still sitting? It means zat something was going on last night, and zey all went to go check it out instead of doing homework. It's a good thinf zat it was easy, or else zey'd be in trouble with ze teachers."

"Oh...I wonder what was going on," I say.

"You didn't hear? Zere was some big fight in ze middle of town. It lasted for hours."

"Did you see it?"

"Oui."

"Then why aren't you doing homework?"

"Vous plaisantez?" [Are you kidding me?] "I have people to do zat for me."

"Ok..." I wonder what the fight was all about. Surely it must have been something to be able to last for hours. And why didn't the cops shut it down? Weirdest thing ever! Maybe I should go if there's something big happening next time.

The day passed my quickly. Even the suicide-filled gym class! I'm not even kidding;it was doing suicides for the whole hour! Soon, I'm in the 'Book Club' with Matthew, sitting at a table and trying to work out difficult math equations.

"You see? You do that part first, then this...and you've got it. It's easy, right?" He doesn't even have to lower his voice. It's already so low.

I put my head on the table. "No...why do you have to do parentheses first? Is it because their so special because they're in parentheses?"

Matthew laughs a little. "No, it's because of the P.E.M.D.A.S rule."

"Excuse me?"

"P.E.M.D.A.S. It's an order of operations. Parentheses, exponents, multiplication, division, addition, subtraction," he explains.

"Expo-whats? What's are those, and are they in any way related to Expo markers?" Just then, my pencil rolls off the table. I bend over to pick it up just as Matthew does, and we end up bumping heads and brushing hands. I blush slightly. "Ah...sorry."

"'S okay. And no,exponents are not related to Expo markers." He points to a little two floating over a big three. "You see the two? That's an exponent."

"Ohh, the little floaty guys are exponents? Wow, I'm terrible at this."

"No, you're not. You've almost got it."

"Actually, I am terrible. I got a five on my Math homework. A five. Out of one hundred," I remind him.

"Do this problem on your own, and I'll check it for you," he tells me, ignoring my proclaimations of Math disabilities.

"Fine," I grumble. Out of the corner of my eye, I realize Matthew looks sort of cute when he's concentrating...No! Bad Gilda! No drooling over boys while you're supposed to be working! But it's so hard...Aww, he has a stray curl in his hair! That's so-

Snap out of it, Gilda! You aren't here to drool over boys! Stop looking and do your Math homework!

"I think I might have to get going soon," Matthew's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Here-I'll give you my number so you can call me if you need help."

I stand up, too. "Yeah, I think I'll go as well. I don't exactly want to be left alone here."

I follow him outside after pocketing his phone number. As we start walking down the sidewalk, I notice a gang of older boys following us.

"Hey, Matthew. Do you know them?" I ask, gesturing secretly to them. I hope he didn't realize that I slipped my phone number in his backpack while gesturing.

He shakes his head. "I think it'd be safer if he wait in there," he gestures to the gas station, "until they get fed up and leave."

Uh oh. What if the new guy's there again? Wouldn't he reconize me? I shake my head. "No, I think we should get home first. It'd be safer. They could follow us in there," I point out.

"Right. Do you want me to walk with you?"

I shake my head probably a little quicker than I should. "I'm fine. You go on ahead."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Uh huh, see ya!"

I slow down until he is a good few hundered yards again. I haven't passed the gas station yet, so I run in there. I'm not sure if the boys are still following. In fact, the new guy is there. I run into the bathroom to start my gender transformation again. When I exit, the boys are waiting just outside.

"Hey, girly," a redheaded, pimply one calls to me. "How 'bout you come entertain us for a while?"

"STRANGER DANGER!" I scream. It's the first thing that came to mind.

I reach into my still open backpack until my fingers close around my perfume bottle, and I spray it at the dudes. Not very effective but it's something. I start running toward my house until I bump into someone running towards where I was coming from. Matthew! What is he doing?

"Idiot," I hiss under my breath. Out loud, I play innocent scared girl. "Hey! Can you help me? Th-there's some boys chasing me, and..." Time to play the tear card. It's times like these when being able to cry on command comes in handy. "And th-they're chasing me and telling me t-to entertain them! Y-you have to help me!"

"Do you live far from here?" Matthew asks. I shake my head. "Are they close behind?"

"They weren't when I was running. I-I used my perfume to defend myself." The blush that creeps across my cheeks is very real. Even though he doesn't know it's me, it's still embarassing if you're telling someone you've only met as a guy that you defended yourself with perfume. "I think they're catch-"

I don't get to finish my sentence when the gang-and a few other boys-some running up. I recognize the different boys following them as Francis, Alfred, and a couple of other boys from school come running up.

"Ah, Matthieu!" Francis calls. "You and zat pretty girl better run. Zese are ze boys who were fighting yesterday!"

I realize that the boys have started a fist-fight amongst themselves on who would get to use me first. I pale at the thought of it. While Alfred and the other boys watch, Francis dodges around the boys and runs up to Matthew and I. He goes directly to me, and I think he trips me, 'catches' me, and just holds me like that while looking into my eyes.

"Are you okay, mon amour?" he whispers, using the same whisper he used when he first met me. "Did zey hurt you? I can kiss it better, if you'd like..."

I release myself from his grip. "Um, I'm fine. I think everybody here better get going. They might turn on you guys. Uh...I'll be leaving now." And I turn and run in the direction of my house.

I open the door only to be greeted by an angry-looking Mom.

"How was school?" Without waiting for an answer, she keeps talking. "Where did you go that took you so long? It's already five o'clock, and that school stops at three! Where have you been?"

I open my mouth to respond, but I never get the chance to.

"Have you been out with bad friends? Have you been smoking? That's it, breath check."

"Mom, why would I smoke?" What's her deal? "Do you not trust me?"

"Breath check. Now."

"No! I haven't been smoking! First you think I have an eating disorder, and now you think I'm smoking?"

"If you're not giving me a breath check, that means you have been smoking! Don't you know how damaging that is to your lungs? Hand the cigarettes over right-" I cut her off.

"I HAVEN'T BEEN SMOKING!" I cry. "What's wrong with you today? Do you think that I, your awesome daughter, would ever smoke? Why won't you trust me?" With that, I storm up to my room and slam the door for good measures.

I feel like crying for real. I've never screamed at my mom like that, but why doesn't she trust me? I haven't done anything really bad to her before. Maybe when Dad gets here he'll sort things out. You see, he went to visit a few friends when we were moving and told us he'd meet us there. He's usually more understanding than Mom.

My phone buzzes. It's a text from Matthew.

Did you get home okay?

I quickly send him the reply of 'Yes. Did you?'

Of course I know he probably did. I was there. Speaking of which, I'll have to be more careful next time. Now both Matthew and Francis have met Gilda, and Alfred and those other boys have seen her. What would happen if one of them was following me and saw me change? At first, it would probably be all awkward, then realization would dawn on them, and then I'd be kicked out of the school. After that, Mom would get all mad and send me to the etiquette school for real, or an all girls military school. Yeah, I'm definitley going to be more careful.

The rest of the week passed by rather quickly for my first week. After the Gilda Incident (as I have dubbed it), Francis had been boasting about how he 'saved' a girl from 'the evil clutches of a sinister cult'. Antonio and I didn't believe it (of course I didn't), but I think the few that aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer believed him.

I had been meeting Matthew in the library after school for the remaining days of the week, except I waited until a few minutes after he left to go. Mom had been inspecting my breath each time I got home, and then claiming I had chewed gum to make the smell go away (even though she's aware that I don't chew gum unless necessary). I'm really wondering when Dad's going to get back. I've asked West about it, but he doesn't know either. He told me that he asked Mom, but she had avoided the question.

A couple of other boys are staying over at my house tonight. You want to come, too?

I look at the text I just received from Matthew, my fingers doing that weird little dance over the keyboard. You know, the one you get when you're not exactly sure how to reply? I go downstairs.

"Mom, can I go to a sleepover tonight?" I ask her.

"What's the girl's name?" She doesn't even pause her vegetable chopping to look at me.

"Um, Madeline," I lie.

"I haven't heard anything bad about her, so go. But if she offers you anything, text-"

"'Kay, thanks, Mom!" I rush upstairs.

I text Matthew my answer, and then I text Feliks to ask him if he has any wigs that match my hair color. It'd be safer to go this way than wear a hat during a sleepover. What do guys call that sort of thing anyway? Do they call it a slumber party, a sleepover, or just 'staying over'? Huh, I guess I've never really thought about that before.

After I put my manliest looking pajamas (that sounds funny) in a bag, I bid goodbye and get over to Feliks's house. He had replied that he did have a wig and to be there in five minutes. I use the shortcut to get to his house, and I climb up the rope ladder he usually has hanging from his window ("In case I, like, need to excape totally fast!") and knock on it.

Feliks opens the window. "Like, welcome to my humble abode!"

I laugh at the odd greeting. "Okay, so I'm staying over at this guy's house tonight-"

"Ooh, is he cute?" he interrupts.

"Um, a little," I admit. "Anyway, I'm staying over, and I can't wear a hat the whole time-'cause that would be weird-so I need a wig!"

"Better a wig than, like, a whole hair makeover," Feliks agrees. "Just, like, put the wig on, and I can, like, cut it for you."

I sit on the soft pink carpet in front of the random floor-to-ceiling mirror he has in his room. I could sit at the vanity in the corner, but I'm afraid that if I do, I'll try to take something from there. I'm already jealous that he has more (and better!) beauty products than I do, and he's a guy! Then again, he was always easily mistaken for a girl when we were younger...

"So, like, tell me about this boy," Feliks says as he kneels behind me and starts snipping the wig.

"Well, you wouldn't really notice him if you weren't looking for him specifically. He's one of those people who sort of blends in. He's been helping me with my math and stuff after school in the library." I pause, waiting to see if Feliks has any input. When he nods for me to continue, I do. "And he's really smart and, yeah, he's cute. He's really shy, though."

"Like, what's his name?"

"Matthew. He has a brother, too, but I think he's sort of annoying. Besides, it'd be wrong to try and go after him. It's obvious that another boy likes him." I recall this information when I remember seeing Arthur gazing at him dreamily during Science when Alfred almost blew up the place.

"How have you, like, been disguising so far? Like, has anyone come close to, like, finding out yet?" Feliks asks as he continues cutting.

"Well, I ran into a few of the boys the other day as Gilda, but I don't think they realized. It's not like they would have. I had changed into the uniform. You're lucky you dress like a girl anyway. You don't have to change three times a day."

Feliks starts to comb the newly shortened wig. "What time to you have to be there by again?" he asks. I wonder if he was listening to what I just said.

"Um, Matthew said nobody would come for at least a couple of hours."

"Oh. Is Matthew gay?"

"I don't know. Why? Do you want him?"

He laughs. "No, no! I'm, like, asking for you. You'll, like, never get him to, like, fall in love with you as Gilbert if he's, like, not gay. You see, first he'll, like, fall in love with you for, like, your wonderful personality, and then, like, he'll accept that he's, like, gay. After that, he'll, like, confess his love for you. Then you'll, like, reveal that you're, like, a girl at the end of the year. It'll so totally be like one of those, like, cheesy romantic movies!"

I nod slowly. "You've actually got a point there."

"Like, I'm a double package! I, like, have beauty and, like, brains!"

We both crack up at that comment, and we continue talking for about an hour or so.

"Feliks, chodź tu! Musimy mówić do Ciebie!" [Feliks, come here! We need to speak to you!] his mom calls.

"Jadąc, mamo!" [Coming, Mama!] Feliks calls back. We both stand up. "Well, you, like, better go. Like, good luck with, like, Matthew." He gives me brotherly kiss on the cheek. I hug him in return.

"See ya! I might come back tomorrow. I'm not exactly sure how to get this wig off," I tell Feliks.

He just laughs. "Like, 'bye!" He closes the window as I slide down the ladder.

Now, it's time to head to Matthew's house. Oh, I hope I don't screw this up!

Author's Note: And there you have it! Chapter two! I used Google Translate for the translations because I don't speak Polish or French. The most French I know is 'Bonjour! Je m'apelle crossaint! Au revoir!', and I don't know any Polish. At. All. By the time you're reading this, I'm probably at the mall getting my shop on. xD

Ren-Kyo: If you favorite or put this on alert, it would be nice if you would review, too. XiXi-dono wants me to say that.

Me: Hooray for Renny-chan knowing what I was gonna say! Anyway, review, please!

-XiXi Scarlett (accompanied by my Renny-chan)