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.) !LOOK! Teehee, it's a surprise~! There's something, but you'll have to read and find out~! I'll tell you at the end if you don't figure it out. xD Oh, and France. There is a warning here for France just being France.

I dedicate this fanfiction, along with all my others, to God. May all glory be to Him.

"Today, we're doing something different!" the sub calls out. She's quite short and has frizzy brown hair. Coach Parker is also way less mean than our regular coach (his name is Coach J, if I didn't mention before). "We're going to play survival flag tag! It's every man for himself, unless you make alliances. There's only one winner, so remember that you'll have to eventually turn on each other!"

Shouts of delight come from each of the boys, including me! It reminds me of a book I once read. After we're handed our flags, the creepy Russian boy walks up to me. Ivan, I think his name was.

"Become one with me, da?"

"Um...no, thanks?" Is this guy serious?

His smile just gets creepier. "It's okay. Everyone eventually becomes one with me." Ivan then walks away.

I flinch as the whistle blows, signaling the start of the game. Of course Francis is the first one out when he's trying to flirt with boys to alliance with him. Antonio is currently chasing after Lovino. This means I'm all alone here. Time for my awesome plan! Plan: Stay-In-The-Corner-And-Dart-Out-To-Pull-The-Flags-Of-Unsuspecting-Victims! Or, Plan S.I.T.C.A.D.O.T.P.T.F.O.U.V! It seems to work well! I've already pulled the flags of about three people.

"Alliance?" Matthew asks, jogging up to me.

I nod. "Who else?"

"Alfred and Arthur."

"I'll stay here. When there's not so many people left, you guys come here and we'll kick butt." I grin.

He nods and sprints back to the two other boys before he can get caught. I have a feeling that Alfred is going to be one of the last people still in. He's a fast runner so it wouldn't be a surprise. I pull a few more flags while people aren't looking. I think some of the boys have realized my strategy when people stop coming near my corner.

Soon, Alfred, Arthur, Matthew, Kiku, Ivan, and I are left. I share a quick glance with each of the members of my alliance and I think we all know the same thing. ATTACK! I zip in and pull Ivan's flag from behind. He just smiles in that same creepy way and walks to the 'out' section.

Then, it's just my alliance (minus Alfred, who got out after trying to 'protect' Arthur from Kiku) and I.

"So who's gonna win?" I ask.

Matthew shrugs. "Arthur?"

"I think that-" Arthur's cut off when I rip off his flag.

"Kesesesese~!" I laugh as I pull Matthew's, too. "Hooray for distractions! They're almost as awesome as me! I win~!"

"No fair! I thought we were going to play rock-paper-scissors or something!" Matthew protests.

"All's fair in love in war!" I counter, smirking. I refrain from skipping back to the gym (since we were playing outdoors).

Before we're released to go home, the sub stops everybody. She says that the school is having an overnight field trip. I've never been on one of those before! She informs us that it's three days long, and it's to the beach and aquarium that's quite far away. This school has such short notices for field trips! The bus leaves tomorrow morning! Coach Parker then hands us the permission slips and dismisses us.

After being paraded around the locker room by Antonio and Francis ("Our best friend won survival flag tag~! Our best friend won survival flag tag~!") and receiving a few congratulations, I start heading up to the library with Matthew. I'm actually ready for this tutoring session today! Usually I dread having to learn even more math after school, but today I'm not so bothered by it.

"What don't you understand?" That's the normal first question. It's a routine by now.

I tell him what's confusing, he explains, then I attempt to do the homework. After my failed attempt, Matthew will do a couple problems step-by-step with me, I'll do one alone, he'll check it, and then I'm off home. When Matthew's out of sight, I slip into the gas station for my usual changing. After that, I start skipping back home.

Mom's home when I get there. Smiling sweetly, I set the permission slip on the counter, discreetly covering up the part about the school's name.

"Sign this?" I ask her. "It's so I can go on a three-day field trip. It's totally safe, and all of my friends are gonna be there. Feliks said his aunt is going so she'll look out for me!"

"Alright, sure." She signs the paper without looking at it, but her voice sounds a little wary. It's a good thing I said Feliks's aunt and not his mom. Mom hates talking to his aunt, but she trusts her fully.

I thank her and rush upstairs. How much does this field trip cost? I'm positive I can pay it by myself. ...Free? This school has free field trips? NO WAY! That's so awesome! Just like me~! I start to throw some of my stuff into my least girly-looking suitcase. It's a good thing Feliks told me how to put on the wig. I'm almost positive that I'll need to wear it intead of pinning up my hair.

Hmm...Now what clothes will be good to wear? Ah, the everyday struggle of a girl. Even if your pretending to be a boy, you still have the trouble of finding what to wear! I pick out a few shirts and two pairs of jeans. That's good, right? Uh oh. What if part of the field trip involves swimming? What will I do then? I know! Shorts and a t-shirt. It's not weird for some boys to go swimming while wearing a shirt, right? Right?

I scribble down some things in my Math homework after I finish packing. I have that weird butterfly-y feeling in myself that you get before you go on a vacation. But not just any vacation! A vacation where something awesome happens!

I think the bus ride was being pretty awesome-ly when I realized the seat that I thought was empty next to me was occupied by Matthew. So on my right side is Matthew (I'm actually harboring a little crush on him...okay, maybe not extremely little. A little bigger than little) and on my left side, across the aisle, is Antonio and Francis. Of course Antonio is bugging Lovino, who is in front of him, while he's talking to us. I'm serious, he can annoy and talk at the same time. Francis was talking about some Francis-Flirt-Victim (as I have dubbed them) or another.

That's when it started going downhill. It started to rain while we were driving. Raining and driving...not good! Currently, I'm realizing the situation I'm in. I feel the blood drain from my face.

"Hey, you okay?" Matthew asks softly.

I glance at Francis. He's starting to lose interest in talking to me and is now flirting with Feliciano (even though I'm pretty sure the Italian doesn't realize it). I guess if I talked to Matthew, they wouldn't be shocked that I'm ignoring them.

I shake my head. "N-Not really." I realize that my head isn't the only thing shaking. It's my voice and my entire body, too.

Matthew slips his hand into mine and I blush. He blushes also. "My mom used to hold my hand when I got scared," he mumbles.

At the first flash of lightning, I find myself gripping Matthew's hand tighter. I hope I'm not hurting him! It starts to rain harder, complete with thunder and lightning. Totally un-awesome!

And now it gets worse. I forgot why I hate going to this beach so much, but now I remember. There's multiple bridges-most of them a few miles long-you have to cross to get to the beach. I literally feel like breaking down and crying. I'm extremely scared right now.

"C-Can I sc-scoot closer t-t-to you?" I stutter hopefully.

Matthew seems to understand how scared I am. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. I bury my face into his shirt. I really don't want to see where we are right now.

"Please don't let the bridge collapse, please don't let the bridge collapse, please please please please don't let this bridge collapse," I murmur.

"Sh...you'll be okay," Matthew whispers soothingly.

I blush when he touches his lips to my forehead, but the color doesn't stay for long when I see the waves crashing into the bridge.

"We're all gonna die," I tell him.

"We're not going to die," Matthew reassures me. "Just don't look, okay?"

The sight of the waves is like a bad car accident. I just can't look away, no matter how much I want to. A tear slides down my cheek. Dammit! I thought I told myself that I wasn't going to cry. Matthew brushes the tear from my face, along with a few others that fall. I have to admit, I kind of like it. He decides that it's time for me to look away when he pulls me back towards him. My face is now hidden again.

I don't understand why I'm letting him do this. Any other time, I would've been like 'Hell, no!'. This is somewhat comforting, though. I've never really let anyone comfort me besides Mom, Dad, West, and Feliks. Even then, it had some sort of restriction. Am I, the awesome Gilda, falling for him? Ah, who am I kidding? I think I might have already been falling for Matthew.

I look up at him to see he's watching me. His eyes are concerned. How come almost all of the time I'm looking into his eyes, they look concerned?

"There aren't many bridges left to go," he tells me. "We're almost done with the bridges."

"I'm scared."

Blushing, he softly presses his lips to mine. "I won't let anything hurt you, Gilbert."

My heart flutters. I hug Matthew tighter and try to wait until he tells me that all of the bridges are gone. Why did he kiss me? Is it because he likes me, or is it because he was trying to comfort me? And telling me that he is going to protect me?

I think I've just died and come back to life. It's extremely girly (but hey, I'm a girl so it doesn't matter!), but I feel like squealing and exclaiming 'He cares about me!'. Even though it's difficult, I refrain from doing so.

Eventually Matthew says, "We're done with the bridges, but it's still storming."

When I look back up only to see dark, menacing, looming clouds rumbling with thunder and lighting up with lightning, I start to hyperventilate. Matthew rubs my back, and I calm down a little bit. Enough not to hyperventilate, at least. It feels like someone's watching me...I don't feel like looking.

When the bus slows to a stop, I look up excitedly only to realize that we're only stuck in traffic. I don't want to pull away from Matthew, but I don't want to hide my face anymore. I put myself in a position so I can look out the window, but I can still feel safe.

Twenty minutes later, the bus pulls up in the parking lot of a large hotel. It's very pretty and pink! Why would an all-boys school stay at a pink hotel? Don't boys hate pink? My knees shake as I stand up to get off of the bus. What if it starts to slide out of control while I'm still on? What if lightning strikes the bus and electrecutes us all? What if-

"We won't die," Matthew says, as if reading my mind. He puts a hand on my shoulder, and I start to walk. "Do you want to stay in the same room as me?"

I nod. "Please..." I notice how close the hotel is to some of the bridges and a small beach. I hope a tsunami doesn't suddenly come and wash us all away. Wow, I just noticed that I'm afraid of a lot of things that involve water.

Suitcases are handed out to the correct owner when we're under the awning. I roll mine into the elevator, Matthew, Antonio, and Francis following behind me. One of the teachers let us all stay with each other (thankfully!) and assigned us a room.

Room 206 has two beds and two couches with a TV on a small table. It also has a desk and a large window. There's also a balcony, but it's not like we'll go out there now. There's a small bathroom attached to the main room. Not small, but not big either.

"Ohonhonhon," Francis laughs. "It looks like we have to share ze beds. Who wants to sleep with me first?"

"The couches are futons, stupid," I say, my confidence slowly returning. "We don't have to share beds."

"I beet some of us would like to, non?"

I roll my eyes. "You're such a pervert."

"Are you just now figuring that out?" Antonio asks.

"No, I always knew. I'm just enforcing it." I yawn. "What time is it?"

"Already around eight," Matthew says.

"That late? Already? How long was that bus ride?"

"Considering some people were late and we ended up leaving at two-" Oh, yeah. We were supposed to leave at eight in the morning. "-we were a bit delayed. That, and the fact that it takes a few hours to get here, and all of the stops for gas. It's quite reasonable that we got here now."

I nod and go into the bathroom to change. When I come back out, the TV is on and playing some sort of dirty soap opera. I'm guessing it's Francis who has control of the remote right now. I groan.

Instead of asking for the remote, I decide to retrieve it the easier way. I pounce on Francis and start to wrestle it out of his hand. How this is the easier way? It's better than asking him and having him flirst with you until you get it.

"Ohonhonhon~!" Again with that annoying laugh! "If you wanted to get on top of me, you could've just asked."

"Shut up," I grumble, snatch the remote from him, and change the channel. I really don't care what's on as long as it isn't that soap opera. Screw TV, I'm reading instead.

I sit at the desk and start to read a random book I packed. Which one is this...? Oh, right. It's my book of Edgar Allen Poe poems. I like this guy. He's really...interesting. Depressing at times, but I like it. I don't know what time it is when the TV and lights are turned off, but by then I've already finished 'The Raven'. Man, that one is freaky.

The two beds are already claimed by Francis and Matthew, so Antonio and I are stuck with the futons. Just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, there's a loud peal of thunder. Then, there's some tapping. HOLY CRAP! I'm scared. I'm scared. There's a raven at the window, and it's come to take my soul! More tapping and thunder. What to do? I try to ignore it, but it doesn't work. I need someone to protect the awesome me!

I know! Matthew will protect me for sure. This is a perfect idea! Now my awesome soul won't be taken! I crawl into the bed with him.

"Huh?" he mumbles.

"I'm scared," I state the obvious.

"C'mere."

I slip into the newly-created spot and huddle near him.

"I'll protect you. Don't be scared." Matthew puts his arm around me.

"But I can't protect you, so what can I do in return?"

"You don't have to do anything. If my brother teaches anybody anything useful, it's that sometimes you just need to be a hero."

"I'm sorry for waking you," I apologize.

"It's alright. I wasn't asleep yet anyway." With that, Matthew kisses me again. "Goodnight."

I can't believe it, but I kiss him back. "'Night." My cheeks are burning, and my heart is racing. I just kissed him. I'm pretty proud of myself for working up the courage to do that.

Remember at the beginning of the bus ride when I said that I had a little-bigger-than-little crush on Matthew? Well, I have to make an adjustment to that. It has now transformed into a so-big-it's-not-even-funny-anymore crush. I snuggle into his chest, but realization hits me. What if he stops liking me if he finds out I'm a girl? No, no, that won't happen. He won't find out. I'll make sure of it!

Author's Note: I felt so bad for not updating, I decided to give you a chapter full of fluffyness! That's the warning. xD Extreme fluffiness. Anyway, when do you guys get out of school if you still have it? I realized that when I post on weekends, you guys read it. If I post on weekdays, you guys don't seem to notice it. If you guys tell me, I'll be able to update more often because I know you guys will read it! So how was the chapter? Fluffy enough? I hope it's fluffy enough to be accepted as an apology.

Ren-Kyo: XiXi-dono wants me to say this: If you are reading this, and you also like PruHun, there's this awesmazing story called 'Moonstruck' by an author called 'XiXi Scarlett'. ...Hey, wait a minute...

Thank you, Renny-chan~! Reviews, please!

-XiXi Scarlett (accompanied by her Renny-chan)