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, France probably just being France. (I'll post a big !LOOK! If there's a warning for a certain chapter.)

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

I yawn while we're in the aquarium. We're supposed to be classifying fish or something.

"You and Matthieu did more zan sleep in that bed, non?"

I blush deeply. "N-No! Shut up, Francis." I punch his arm.

"Zat hurts, mon ami." He looks at me like 'I'm-faking-it-but-you-just-fatally-wounded-me'. "So...was he good?"

"I didn't do that! I just slept with him! Oh, crap! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

"Ohonhonhon~!"

"No, I didn't mean it like that! I meant like, we slept in the same bed!"

"Sure...sure..."

I huff and cross my arms. "I really hate you sometimes."

"It's because I'm right."

"DAMMIT! NO, YOU'RE NOT RIGHT! YOU'RE VERY WRONG! IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE!"

"Whatever you say~!" Francis smirks.

I want to murder Francis even more now. But in a friendly way. Like how other girls constantly say 'I love you!' to each other! Anyway, the class was supposed to be outside on the beach finding shells for some science-y thing or another, but noooo. The rain just had to keep falling! Well, at least I knew it was going to be a bad day when I woke up in a rather interesting position with Matthew and Francis was snickering. Did I mention he had a camera? It's always bad when Francis has a camera.

Stupid fish keeps swimming away when I try to figure out its species! Stop running, fishy! Ugh, this is so boring. I tap the glass to try to get a particularly annoying fish out of my line of sight. This is going to be a looooong field trip.

"Worst field trip ever!" I exclaim during the bus ride back. "It was so boring! All we could do was sort fish. STUPID RAIN!"

Francis rolls his eyes, then a smirk grows on his face. "You enjoyed ze nighttime, didn't you?"

I blush, just like I always do when Francis mentions that Matthew and I shared a bed. Once. "Oh, shush and stop being a pervert."

"I don't think that's possible," Matthew says.

The only thing Matthew and I did besides sharing a bed was come close to holding hands in the aquarium. We were walking close together with our hands brushing, and we were doing that weird thing where you try to discreetly reach for the other person's hand but keep missing (Yes, it happens!). Then, that thing happens where someone comes along and puts themself in between yourself and the other person and yells, 'Dudes! Artie and I saw a jellyfish back there!', and then an annoyed British person says, 'My name isn't Artie!'. Don't you hate it when that happens?

We keep talking (well, I'm complaining about the lamest field trip in history) throughout the whole ride back. We even start a game of the license plate game and get everybody in the bus to join in. America ended up winning when he spotted two Rhode Island license plates. You never see those!

The bus pulls in to the school parking lot. Nobody's there since it's a Saturday. It's weird havin overnight field trips because when you get back to school you're all like 'Whaaat?'.

Matthew grins at me. "I'm proud of you.'

"Huh?" I ask. "Why?"

"You made it through the whole bus ride without once getting scared of the bridges."

Upon hearing this, I pump my fist into the air with a loud 'YES!'. That's so AWESOME! Is it possible that I could be cured from my bridge-a-phobia (I don't care if it's really called gephyrophobia!)? I'm so awesome~! Hooray for mostly everything being awesome today~! This calls for a round of the awesome soung! Please sing it to the tune of the Doom Song. Awesome, awesome, awesome, awesome, awesomely awesome, awesome, awesome, AWESOME~! Song over.

When I walk into school on Monday, everybody is staring at me. Huh? What's up? A bunch of students are crowding around certain parts of the wall. I push through a few people to catch a glimpse of what they're staring at. Then, I see it.

"FRANCIS FREAKING BONNEFOY!" I'm going to freaking MURDER him for real! I storm through the hall looking for him. Then, I find my victim and pin him against the wall. I might be a girl, but that doesn't mean I'm weak.

"Why the hell would you put up pictures of Matthew and I sleeping together?" I cut off his remark, knowing that it'll be messed up. "I mean sharing a bed! Why? I'm going to KILL YOU!"

"It wasn't me, mon ami! I swear!" He puts up his hands in the 'I SURRENDER!' sign. "Don't hurt my beautiful face!"

"Like hell it wasn't!" I snap. With that, I turn on my heel and go towards my locker.

SLAM! The sound echoes through the hallway. When I reach Room 306, I sit at an empty seat in the corner. I'm so mad and Francis right now. When somebody stares at me, I return it with a sharp glare, and they immediately look away again. As soon as roll is finished, I ask Mrs. Krumse if I could go to the bathroom. After receiving permission, I leave the room before anybody can talk to me. I'm really not in the mood to talk to anybody.

Sitting on the floor against my locker, I decide I'm going to stay there until next period. It's not like Mrs. Krumse will notice. All I've gotta do is make it through the day without talking to anybody, and I'll be fine, right? Right?

All goes well until lunch, when Francis tries to approach me. I ignore him and keep talking to Antonio. Soon, I get fed up.

"Antonio, tell Francis that I'm not speaking to him," I say.

"Francis, Gilbert says he's not speaking to you."

"Fine! Antonio, tell Gilbert zat it wasn't me who put up ze pictures."

"Gilbert, Francis says it wasn't him who put up the pictures."

"Tell him I said that he was the only one with the camera, and that he should go jump off a cliff."

"Francis, Gilbert says you were the only one with the camera, and he wants you to go jump off a cliff."

"Say zat ze feelings are mutual."

"Gilbert-"

"I heard. Say that I won't jump off a cliff unless he does it first."

"Francis-"

"I heard zat! Tell him zat I want him to zrow himself off a bridge."

Ouch, that one hurt. "Tell him I want him to go break his face!"

"Tell him zat-"

"CALLATE!" Antonio interrupts. "Either stop talking completely or go and make up!"

I cross my arms and turn away from Antonio and Francis. "Nein."

Today really isn't going well, is it? I manage to suffer through the remaining classes. I just want to go home! I see a couple of boys heading up to the library. They've probably seen Matthew and I in there before and are gonna see if I go up there! I skip going up there and just start walking home. Before and after lunch, I hadn't talked to anyone unless necessary and was avoiding Matthew. Imagine the rumors that would spread if I did start hanging out with him again!

"Damn you, Francis," I mutter, finally escaping into the safety of my own room.

For the rest of the week, the same things happen. I ignore Francis, only talk when necessary, avoid Matthew, end up threatening Francis by having Antonio tell him things, and skip my tutoring thing. By the end of Friday, I am not in the mood for people to be staring at me.

"Shut up and stop staring!" I snarl with a glare.

I then start walking down the hall towards the door when Matthew tries to stop me.

"Hey, Gilbert. What's up? You haven't been show-"

"I don't feel like talking," I say flatly, cutting him off. I could've said something way worse, but I still have a crush on him. And it's the truth because I don't want to talk to anybody. "Just...leave me alone, okay?"

His face looses the cheery expression it had. "O-oh. I-I'm sorry." He starts to walk away.

"Wait, Matthew! I didn't...I mean-"

He turns around for a moment and flashes a fake smile. "It's okay. I get it." Then, he keeps walking.

Part of me says to go and explain to him what I really mean (which is that I just wanted to be alone for a while), but the other part of me says not to because rumors will just grow bigger than they probably already are. Maybe on Monday I'll explain. Yeah, Monday. Everybody will have forgotten about this by then.

Suddenly, I'm pinned to the wall.

"This is what happens when you refuse becoming one with me. Next time, you will become one with me, or I will expose your secret, da?" Ivan threatens.

OH, CRAP! "Wh-what secret?" I stutter.

"It's really obvious that you are a weak little girlie. Everybody else is just too stupid to notice."

"I'm not a girl!" I lie.

"Stop protesting, girl. Don't show up to school Monday, da? Kolkolkol..." With that, Ivan releases his grip on me (I'm just now realizing that he had actually lifted me up. Creepy...) and happily walks away. How did he keep a grin on his face the whole time?

Wait. Bigger problem on hand. Ivan knows that I'm a girl. If he knows, then do his friends know? Well, actually I don't think I'd call them friends. They mainly just follow him around with terrified expressions on their faces. God, I really hope that he didn't tell anybody.

I soon find myself texting Feliks telling him that I need to talk about an urgent matter. When I arrive there, I knock on the front door instead of the ladder. Mama (if you've forgotten, I call Feliks's parents Mama and Papa) opens the door.

"I'm home!" I announce jokingly.

"Hello, Gilda. Feliks is upstairs." Mama smiles warmly at me.

I run up the stairs and into Feliks's room.

"Like, what's so, like, urgent?" he asks, not looking up from his phone.

"So much stuff have happened since my field trip!" I exclaim.

This time, Feliks looks up. "Oh, you, like, mean the one where you, like, kissed that, like, Matthew boy?"

I nod and start explaining my whole week. I realize that I'm shedding a couple of tears by the end (stupid female emotions!).

Feliks pulls me into a hug. "That Francis guy is, like, totally a jerk! Like, I'm so sorry about Matthew, Gilda!"

"I don't think he likes me anymore. Totally un-awesome," I say sadly.

"He might still, like, like you. There's still, like, a chance!" he reassures me.

"If you say so." I shrug. "He didn't even let me explain."

"Then, like, ignore the rumors and, like, go after him! Duh!"

"That actually might just work."

"The great Feliks is, like, a genius!"

"I thought I told you not to show up at school, da?" Ivan shoves me as I'm walking towards Room 306.

I stumble a little bit. "I'm not afraid of you."

He blocks the door before I can get in. "I'll give you one more chance. Today we're playing flag tag again. Alliance with me, and I won't say anything."

"Shut up and get out of my way, da?" I mock his accent.

His expression turns sinister, and I have to admit that it frightens me. "Are you mocking me?"

I don't meet his eyes. "Yes. Problem?"

Ivan smacks my books out of my hands and hits me. He did not just hit this girl! He's gonna pay! Naturally, I punch him back. Fail on my part. Mere minutes later, I find myself slumped against the wall with a book on my head and a crowd of people around me. Well, ouch! Damn, this Ivan kid is strong. Didn't even let me get another hit in...

I lift the book from my hand and try to stand up, scowling at the group of people. I use the wall to support myself. Stumbling, I start to make my way towards the nurse's office. I notice that the hallway has gone completely silent. Everybody's probably more interested in watching me than whatever gossip they were talking about.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Matthew looking at me, a horrified expression on his face. Tears threaten to fall when he doesn't do anything.

I didn't mean that I wanted you to leave me alone! I want to shout. I just didn't feel like talking! I'm sorry! I need help! Matthew, please!

Wincing, I gingerly touch my stinging cheek. Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, OW! Just as I'm about to fall, somebody comes to my rescue. MATTHEW! YOU HEARD MY SILENT PLEA! THAT'S SO AWESOME!

"I can't bear to see you in pain," he murmurs. "I don't think I can handle it."

"You're just going to cause more rumors," I say in the most gentle way I can.

"So?" He shrugs. "I just don't want you to be hurt. How bad do you think you are?"

"I don't know, but I feel pretty messed up," I answer.

We soon arrive at the nurse's office. When she asks me where I was hit, I lie and tell her only my face. Really, I was punched in the gut multiple times, along with my arms (I think he was even able to kick my legs or something!).

"We're going to have to call your parents to come pick you up," the nurse tells me.

"No!" I exclaim a little too quickly. "I mean, my mom is in a very important meeting. She can't be called or she'll get fired." That's a believable lie, right?

"What about your father?"

"Uh...deceased." Yay for big word usage!

"Then how will you get home? The school policy states that if a student is in a condition like yours, they have to be sent home," the nurse states matter-of-factly.

"I can walk," I insist. "I swear I can make it! I don't live too far, really!"

"I can help him get home," Matthew speaks up. "If you'll allow me."

The nurse doesn't seem to believe us, but she says, "Alright. Get a move on."

"Thanks."

I end up with Matthew practically holding me up as we walk towards my house. Oh, no. Now he's going to know where I live! What if he randomly decides to show up, and I'm not ready? What if he finds out that Gilbert is never outside, but Gilda is? What if he starts wondering? WHAT IF HE STARTS TO STALK ME?

"It's this one," I say, pointing towards my house.

"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?" Matthew asks, noticing that I almost fall when I'm standing on my own.

I nod, limping up the little stone passageway to the door. I trip, and Matthew rushes over to help me.

"It's no big deal if I miss just one day. I can stay and help."

"No, Matthew. I can handle this on my own."

He eyes me suspicously. "Okay, if you say so."

"Well, actually...My boo-boos hurt." I make a little pouty face at him. "Can you kiss them better?" Oh, God, why am I doing this?

He rolls his eyes and smiles. "Alright, fine." Matthew proceeds to kiss each mark on my face. I can't see them, but whatever. He kisses a spot near me eye, my forehead four times, the tip of my noose, and finally my lips. I'm not too sure that I'm hurt on that last one... "All better?"

I nod and grin. "Thank you, Matthew!"

"No problem. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think."

When he walks away, I close the door and sigh.

This is going to be hard to explain to Mom. It's a good thing she isn't home yet. Maybe I'll be able to cover it up with something by the time she gets back from doing whatever. I go upstairs into the bathroom and lock the door, just in case Mom is just out shopping and will come home any minute. My face looks really bad. My nose is bleeding, my left eye is swollen, my lip is busted, and there's a few cuts on my forehead. No wonder the nurse didn't want me to walk home.

I take off my shirt to examine the damage. Sure enough, there are some bruises forming on my arms and stomach. How was I not able to get a hit in? Ouch, they sting. Are bruises supposed to sting. My shins have red marks on them. Am I sure that it was only Ivan and not multiple people? No, not really. Am I sure that I ache all over? A big fat YES.

I leave the bathroom and cross the hallway to my bedroom. I change into loose pajamas. It's not like I'm going anywhere, right? Then, I go into my mom's bathroom. I'm sure she has concealer or something in here. I stick my head under the faucet of the sink and run cool water all over my face. Sure, I could've just splashed it on me, but this way is fun. Let's play the 'Watch-Gilda-Try-To-Apply-Make-Up' game! Luckily, the make-up matches my skin tone, so I'm able to hide the marks on my face pretty well.

When I'm finished, I look in the mirror to admire my work. It actually looks pretty good! I can't do much about my eye, though, but I can fix my nosebleed. I stuff a piece of toilet paper in my nose and go back to my room with the concealer in hand. I'm gonna need it later. I dig around in my desk drawer for the eyepatch I had to use when I wanted to be a pirate for Halloween. I can just wear it and tell Mom that I'm in a pirate-y mood, duh!

Okay, maybe this is going to be harder than I originally thought it would.

Author's Note: Okay~! Another chapter up for you guys~! Personally, I don't think much happened in this chapter, but maybe you guys think otherwise ^-^". Anywaaay, next chapter, more stuff will happen! I promise! Like the new cover-thing? I got it off Google Images. Whoever drew it, give credit to them! If anybody wants to draw a better cover, go on ahead and PM me the link. But, y'know, using instead of using '.'. Haha, that's confusing, I think.

Ren-Kyo: Before XiXi-dono starts ranting, I'll finish this. Review, please, and thank you for reading!

-XiXi Scarlett (accompanied by her Renny-chan)