This was the second time that Francis woke up not knowing what had happened before he fell asleep or where he was, in the last 24 hours. He groggily opened his eyes and realized he had been sleeping comfortably in a bed. Still tired, he figured he had another one of his oh so famous one night stands, but seeing as there was no sign what so ever of a partner ever being in this foreign bed, the memories once again flooded into Francis's mind. France groaned and readjusted his weight on the pillow before wondering what time it was. He pulled off the blankets and scanned the room for a clock; it was still dark and he could still hear the light rain outside. Seeing a faint green glow of a digital clock, Francis turned his head to read it; 3:00AM. He sighed and fell back onto the bed. At least Arthur was kind enough to haul him onto a bed…well of course that's after he knocked him out in the middle of the streets of London. Francis rubbed his sore jaw as he thought back. He sat there for a few minutes listening to the rain when he heard the cluttering of objects coming from a distance. He sat up in bed wondering if Arthur was for some reason awake. Curiosity growing, he hopped from the bed only to almost fall back down. He quickly regained his balance, still not accustomed to the structure of this body, and took off down the hall.

Walking down the dark hall, Francis saw a light coming from one of the rooms, and if he remembered correctly, that room was one of the bathrooms. Suddenly a feeling of dread fell through his stomach as he gazed at the eerie light down the hall. Something was telling him that something truly awful would be in that room, and he was almost too afraid to go find out. But curiosity overcame that feeling and France eventually made it to the door of the restroom and cautiously creaked it opened a bit to peek inside. What he saw stopped his heart.

"NOOOOOONN! ANGLETERRE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Arthur screamed in fright at the sudden shout and dropped the scissors he was holding to the tile floor. Quick to regain his composure, Arthur yelled back.

"Cutting your hair! What does it look like I'm doing?"

Francis ran in the room and grabbed Arthur's wrists and held them away from his face so he could survey the damage. His former hair was a lot shorter but not as short as Arthur's original hair would be. It seemed to be caught in the middle of both styles with a bit of a wave, in fact he almost looked like Canada. He also noticed that Arthur had shaved and Francis had a feeling he was about to faint. The room started to spin and Francis let out an odd moan.

"What…h-h-h-have you done?" Francis's grip on Arthur's wrists slipped as the Frenchman fell to his knees.

"See, this is why I did this in the middle of the night. I KNEW you were going to overreact." Arthur rolled his eyes.

"Just what exactly are you trying to do?" Francis whispered out, his voice shaky.

"What do you mean? Isn't obvious? I'm trying to look like my former self." Arthur bent down to pick up the scissors from the floor before Francis snatched them away.

"Non! You have done enough damage!" Francis scrambled up from the floor and held the scissors away from Arthur.

"Give them back! I'm not done!" Arthur reached for the scissors only to come short and stumble a bit across the bathroom tile.

"Non!" France approached the window and threw them out.

"NO! What the hell is your problem!" Arthur ran to the window and saw a glimpse of the scissors disappear into the rain and bushes, or what he was able to see from the second floor. "You idiot! That was my only pair!"

"Good! That's enough damage! Why would you do that?" Francis cried out, not able to tear his gaze away from his former face. True, it was still gorgeous and his body was still the sexiest body in the world (of course all in Francis's head) but he hadn't had his hair like that since he was a child. He looked so young and immature and not the sexy big brother that he was supposed to be.

"You should be thankful!" Arthur yelled out. "I took years off of your face. Look how much younger you look…or I look...gah! Its still confusing!"

"B-b-b-but why?" Francis whined.

Arthur picked up a marker that was on the counter and faced the mirror. "Maybe I can pass off as my old self if I change your appearance enough. Like for one, my eyebrows are black not blond." Arthur colored his eyebrows with the marker as Francis winced. "There." He announced as he put the marker down and examined his reflection.

"Aww Angleterre!" Francis whined loudly.

"What now?"

"Your eyebrows are a lot bigger than that." He moved over to the counter and grabbed the marker. "Hold still." He grabbed Arthur's forehead and pushed it back so he had easy access to his upper eye.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Arthur squirmed.

"Hold still! If your going to do this. Do it right!" Francis started drawing on more layers of eyebrows as Arthur stopped struggling. France smiled and let go of Arthur's head. "There!"

Arthur examined himself in the mirror and a frown came across his face. "They. Are. Not. That. Big."

"Umm I think they really are." Francis actually really thought so. "I'm really not trying to make fun of you. This is how big they are!"

Arthur growled. "F-f-fine I admit…it's a bit closer. But come now, they aren't really that big…are they?" Arthur squeaked out the last part.

"Oui they are unfortunately. Look for your self." He stood side by side with the other man in front of the mirror and let him compare their eyebrows.

"My God they are that big." Arthur whispered.

"Haha how could you not notice after all these years. Well I guess it's because you don't see your face directly every day, unless in front of a mirror." Francis chuckled. "And by the way you are going to wash that marker off if you want to leave this house."

"What? Why?"

"You don't look like Arthur. You look like France dressing up as England. You may have the hair…sort of…you may have the eyebrows and you may have shaved, but you must realize that we look different. Our face and our body structure are pretty different, not to mention our mannerisms. And the fact that you have green eyes, not blue kind of puts a dent in your disguise."

Arthur spluttered trying to come up with a good come back, but his plan had failed. He does not look like his former self and Arthur sighed, "Your right. Ugh!" He slammed his hand on the counter. "What was I thinking?" He brought his hand up to cover his eyes in frustration.

"I understand it completely. I mean if I could, I would try to fix up this hideous body to look more like my formal more handsome self. But we all know that's a lost cause."

"What did you say?" Arthur snapped but Francis only laughed but then sighed when looking at Arthur again.

"The damage is done…you have ruined my image. You are not to talk to anyone I know until my hair grows back."

"Like hell you can tell me what to do! I go where I please. Speaking of which, the whole reason I was trying to change my appearance was because I plan to go somewhere today."

"And where might that be?" Francis questioned.

"I have to see my annoying little brother."

France paused. "Which one?"

"Peter."

"Ah yes. The child." France remembered. "May I ask why?"

"To drop off some allowance money…." Arthur rolled his eyes.

"That's it?" Francis raised an eyebrow.

"Well yeah."

"Okay then. Leave it up to me. You stay here…hidden from the world…where no one can see you. Got it?"

Arthur gaped. "You can't treat me like a child. Like I said, I go where I please." Arthur crossed his arms.

"I'm older so I get to make the rules." Francis stated flatly.

"What? You haven't used that excuse since we were bloody children. Don't be so immature. And besides, I'M in the older body. I'm technically older."

"You are staying here." Francis said firmly.

Arthur thought about it for a bit. "Fine! I didn't want to deal with the brat anyways. Go and have fun." Arthur shooed Francis away with his hand. Francis took a step back but yawned.

"Yeah, yeah, Angleterre. But in the morning please. It's still only around, what? 3:20? I don't know. I'm going back to bed." Francis turned on his heel and started leaving the room. "Oh and don't you dare go looking for those scissors, or I will hurt you."

Arthur scoffed. "As if you can hurt me. The second I declare a fight on, you'll just surrender."

Francis froze, twisted around and pointed an accusing finger to a smirking Arthur. "Hey! …No!"

Arthur rolled his eyes with the ever present smirk. "Psh, your right. You would run away, just like yesterday."

"If I was back in my own body I could have beat you up. The only reason I ran away was because I am in this body. It's weak and scrawny, I would never have been able to fight against my actual strong and beautiful body."

"Yeah right. Its all about skill in fighting, and if you had any, you would have been able to fight back."

Francis squinted his eyes in anger but couldn't think of anything to say back except for, "I…don't like you." Francis then left the room leaving a satisfied Arthur behind.

France flopped down on the bed and rubbed his sore chin again. "That man's temper…"

Morning came and Francis rose from his bed and yawned. He stretched his limbs and set off to the bathroom. He took a second to laugh at his bed head; Arthur had such funny bed head. He then went back to the bed room to grab some of England's horridly tacky clothes so he can take a shower and change.

"Don't you have anything…nicer?" Francis whined as he threw the shirt onto Arthur's bed where he was still laying in.

"What's wrong with my clothes? They are formal yet casual, it's perfect for a gentleman."

Francis rolled his eyes. "You and I both know that you aren't so gentlemanly at the best of times."

"Yeah whatever, just shut it." Arthur stood up and grabbed some clothes from his drawer and tossed them to Francis. "Here, wear these."

Francis eyed the green sweater vest, white dress shirt and black slacks with distaste. "Ew…"

"Don't 'ew' my clothes! Now go get ready for the day already and get out of my sight." Arthur shooed Francis away (he had a habit of doing that) and started to make his bed.

Francis entered the bathroom once again and turned on the shower. He smiled a bit to himself when he knew he would have to get undressed. Arthur always covered up his body unless he was drunk, so seeing it still was a rare sight indeed. He took of his shirt and examined himself in the mirror. Not bad he thought. Arthur was pretty slender but still held a certain masculine strength to his body. Francis twirled around in front of the mirror before he spotted something near his lower back. It was hard to see because of where it was placed, but he was sure that he saw something. Francis grabbed another mirror in the restroom and placed it so he could see the reflection behind him and a clear view of his lower back. And when he saw it Francis burst into laughter.

"Gentleman my ass! Arthur has a tattoo!"

Arthur who happened to be passing by the restroom at Francis's outburst froze immediately as he had forgotten about that. Arthur banged his fist hard on the restroom door, "You better not tell anyone! Or I'll cut off ALL you're hair!" Arthur listened in to the other side but all he heard was laughter and the faint sound of the shower running.

Arthur growled in frustration.

"Hahaha when did you get this Arthur?"

Arthur sighed, "Sometime in the 80's. Now shut it! And finish getting ready."

""Why an electric guitar?"

"I think that's obvious, Frog!" Arthur then took off down the hall to fetch some breakfast trying to ignore the Frenchman in his bathroom.

Francis finished cleaning up and put on the boring clothes he was adorned with and met up with Arthur in the kitchen. However he swore that England was Canada at first glance with the new hair cut and the lack of facial hair. He took a double take at his face but sighed when he caught his mistake.

"Haha for a second there I thought you were Mathieu." Francis chuckled before he took his seat at the table. "It's those fake eyebrows that gave it away though."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Well I have to take a shower too so I'll wash them off then."

Francis nodded in agreement. He then saw Arthur hand him a plate of what he hoped was eggs and sausage. He cringed at the odd dark color that both had attained. "I'm…not hungry…anymore." He eyed the food as if it was about to eat him instead.

Arthur looked up thoroughly confused. "Why not? Are you sick?"

France cleared his throat and held down the urge to vomit. "You might say that." He squeaked out. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood. "You know what, if I'm ever hungry again, I'll pick up something for my self on my way over to Sealand."

Arthur shrugged. "I guess that's fine. But it's a shame to see your food go to waste. Maybe I'll just give it to my cat…"

Francis gasped at the fate of that poor cat. "Oh Angleterre that's animal abuse!"

"What is?" Arthur's anger started rising again. "My cat always eats my food!" At this time he looked around the kitchen. "Where is he?" He muttered. "Charlie! Where are you?"

Francis raised an eye brow. "It responds to your call?"

"Well he usually does. I think it's not now because it's not my voice. You give it a try."

Francis rolled his eyes. "Charlie?" He yelled out and a few seconds a cat entered the kitchen and stood next to Francis.

Arthur who was already eating, swallowed his food and gestured with his fork, "Give him the food." He announced before he continued to eat the burnt food.

Francis grabbed the food and knelt down to the cat, "I'm so sorry." He whispered before giving the food to the cat, which surprisingly started to eat it happily. Figures Arthur's cat would like his food. Why must Angleterre destroy the taste buds of all who fall under his care?

Francis straitened and after a run down from Arthur at what he was supposed to do as soon as he arrived at Sealand, he left.

Finally alone in his house once again, Arthur started to tidy up. He first took a shower (and cursed Francis for having such a fit body) then started to clean up the bedrooms and the living room. He washed the dishes, he swept, he dusted the furniture and before he knew it, it was 2:00. He sighed and decided to take a breather and sat in his living room, that is until he heard a knock on the door. Arthur swore under his breath and went to the door but not before passing by a mirror.

Francis was right, he did look like Mathew. He already learned from experience that he did not like pretending to be other people, but honestly right now it will be for a quick, 'go away' and then he will be back to going along with his business.

"Just a second!" He called out to the person on the other side of the door. It couldn't have been Francis, because he knew that he already had a kept a spare key(which he would have to take away once this whole fiasco was over). Arthur quickly grabbed some of his cheaper sunglasses and poked out the lenses and placed the frame on his face. He ran to his room and threw on a sweat shirt, he didn't have a red one like Mathew usually has, but blue would work, right?

Arthur ran to the door and opened it quickly. "Sorry Arthur isn't home and he left me to take care of his hous- DAMN IT!" Arthur froze as he stared onto the face of the real Canada on his door step. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you dressed like me Francis?" Mathew yelled just as surprised, only it didn't sound higher than the normal talking volume.

"I-uhh I…oh bloody hell!" Arthur cursed himself for not being able to come up with a good excuse.

Mathew was confused when he heard 'France' mutter 'bloody hell.' He probably just hangs out with Arthur too much. Trying to ignore Francis's odd behavior and over all weird intentions, Canada decided to change the subject. "Yeah…I saw Arthur was sick at the meeting and I heard from Alfred that it was pretty bad. Something about hallucinating…but um…I came to check on him."

"Well he is doing better. I'm taking care of him. Now goodbye Mathew." Arthur tried to close the door but was stopped by Mathew's hand.

"That still doesn't explain why you are dressed like me." Mathew stated flatly. "I can't believe you cut your hair just for that…and shaved!"

Come on Arthur you can think of a good lie... Arthur snapped his fingers as he thought of one. "Arthur didn't want anyone to know that I was here taking care of him, so he had me dress like this in case anyone else was to drop by. You know, because we don't get along that much, but I was his only option."

Canada let out a small 'oh' and looked around awkwardly, he had just taken a very long flight from Ontario and was very tired. He was hoping to be let in at least for a breather. "Umm.."

"Well thank you for dropping by Canada." Arthur smiled then closed the door in Mathews face.

"Maple…"

~o~

Off on the sea fort known as Sealand, Francis had just arrived.

"EWW! It's jerk England!"

Francis looked down to see the blond haired boy with his arms crossed over his chest and face contorted into an angry pout."

"EWW it's little kid who looks just like jerk England." Francis mocked back before laughing at the child's face when it went surprised. "Haha you shouldn't pout your face like that, it should be bright and happy like the cute child you are." Francis ruffled Peter's hair.

"You've never called me cute, and why do you care if I'm happy?" Sealand went back to pouting.

"Because I'm your big brother, and I come bearing money." Francis winked before handing it over to Sealand who took it eagerly.

Peter looked over the amount and pouted again but more innocently. "Aww that's it?"

"Yep, that's all he allowed for me to give you." Francis twitched as he realized what he just said.

"Who did?" Peter asked confused.

"Umm my…boss."

"But I thought this was your money? Not the country's, what does your boss care?"

"Do you want to play a game Peter!" Francis desperately tried to change the subject as he put on a sickly sweet smile.

"Sure I guess." Thankfully it worked. "And why are you smiling like that? You're freaking me out."

"Oh sorry." Francis went back to a more Arthur like expression.

"Your acting weird today…" Sealand pouted. "You never smile or call me cute. Are you drunk?" Sealand's face brightened. "Oh please tell me your drunk! Drunk Arthur can be so much fun sometimes! Psh unless he's in sad drunk Arthur mode."

"No I assure you that I'm not drunk." Francis sighed. "So what do you want to play?"

"TAG!" Peter was pushing his luck today, Arthur never asks to play games with him. Today there was something wrong, but it was a good way to get some childish pay back while his guard was down.

"Sure." Francis sighed. Peter slapped Francis as hard as he could on his thigh making him yelp at the sudden burning sensation.

"TAG YOU'RE IT!" Peter then ran as far as he could away from Francis.

"You little brat!" No wonder Arthur didn't want to come see you. Francis regained his composure and ran toward Sealand trying to tag him back, but that child was so elusive! He quickly escaped to the other end of the fort and stuck his tongue out at Francis.

"You can't catch me!" He childishly taunted.

Francis gained all the speed he could and ran at full force toward Sealand. Sealand of course smirked as he thought of a prank. He quickly took a step to the right and stuck out his leg to trip Francis, which it did and set him tumbling over the edge.

It happened so fast that Francis didn't even have the time to register that he was falling, and picking up speed. He looked below him and saw the ocean getting closer, he looked up and saw Sealand with a surprised face as if he didn't think his plan would work. Francis burst into a number of French curses before he hit the water.

Sealand panicked as he just remembered that his big brother couldn't swim. "Oh my gosh!" He quickly grabbed a life jacket and threw it over the edge and to the ocean. "Hurry Jerk England! Grab onto it!"

Francis who could very well swim just watched unamused as the little boy freaked out. However this time Francis smirked as he thought of a prank. He started splashing and yelling.

"PETER I CAN'T REACH THE LIFE JACKET!" He splashed more and thrashed in the water. "I CAN'T SWIM!"

Peter then panicked. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh what am I gonna do?" Peter started shaking. He found a life ring thing and through it into the water.

"Grab hold of it jerk England!"

Francis laughed to himself as he started splashing more. "I can't reach it!"

Peter almost had a heart attack as he brought the ring back up by it's string and aimed it more directly at Francis's head and successfully got it close. Francis, figuring he had tortured the boy enough, grabbed onto it and let Sealand haul him up. The boy was surprisingly strong. Francis chuckled as he closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, maybe he hadn't tortured the boy enough.

Sealand hauled him to the ground and examined him. "Oh God I killed him!" Peter yelled out. "Wait! You taught me how to revive someone's who drowned."

Peter then started banging his fist on Francis's chest. "WAKE UP WAKE UP!"

Francis cried out in pain. "GAAHHH! "Qu'est-ce tu fais !"

Peter stopped and tilted his head to the right. "Huh?"

Francis caught his words and put a hand over his mouth.

"You sound like that girly man France."

"I am not a girly man!" Francis gasped. "I mean he is not a girly man!"

"You're acting strange Arthur…" Sealand backed up with a scared face. "I'm calling Sweden."

Francis mentally cursed. "No! Don't do that. I'm sorry if I scared you." He reached out to grab Sealand's shirt stopping the boy in his tracks.

"Leave me alone you jerk!" Sealand yanked his shirt out of Francis's grip but stood his ground.

"I'm sorry if I scared you Peter I wasn't dying. I was trying to teach you a lesson."

"What about the weird words?"

"I've been hanging out with the pretty man too much…" Francis said.

"You mean the girly man."

Francis gave the child a look that says 'really?' before rolling his eyes, "Yes the girly man."

"Oh…okay then…" Peter shrugged.

"Speaking of the girly man, he's actually quite handsome you know Peter. More handsome than I can ever be." Francis smirked in his mind, but kept a sincere face on in front of Peter.

"Uhh…"

"And he's stronger than me, he's also a better cook, and he knows how to actually live life, unlike me. You got all that?"

"I guess."

"That's a good boy! Or lad…or whatever the heck Arthur would call you…"

"What was that?"

"NOTHING!" Francis looked around, "Well I have to go now mon petit ami."

"Huh?"

"Bye!"

Francis ran to his ride, which happened to be a helicopter, and told the driver to take off.

"Good bye mon Peter! I love you!" Francis threw a kiss leaving the small boy thoroughly confused.

~o~

Many hours later at the Kirkland residence~

"I'm never doing that again." Francis spoke as rubbed his head to sooth his headache. "How was your day?"

"Not bad…" Arthur cleared his throat. "I had a run in with what's his name…"

"Canada?"

"Yes that's the one."

"What happened?"

Arthur sighed. "Well…it was kind of embarrassing. For both of us…" Arthur buried his face in his hands and Francis also sighed.

"You know what? I don't want to hear about it."

"Good." Arthur got more comfortable on the couch and turned on the television. "You know you're lucky that it was only Sealand and not my other brothers. Haha you thought he was bad! HA!"

"America is a bit of a hassle too, but he means well Arthur." Francis replied sympathetically.

"No not him! My OLDER brothers."

"Oh…Hey, I like Scotland!" Francis's face turned into one of glee. "He's a fun drinking partner!"

Arthur was not amused as he listened to Francis rant about how fun his brother was. "Alright shut it. I get it; he's a more fun guy than me."

"Not to be mean, but Oui he is." Seeing Arthur's hurt face, Francis had enough curtesy to fix his mistake, "But uhh…your fun in your own way." He faked a smile but Arthur only rolled his eyes.

"I can't last like this for five years. It's only been two days and I'm ready to go mad." Arthur went back to burying his face in his hands. He turned the television off in frustration and continued feeling bad for himself before Francis slapped him on the back of his head.

"Quit feeling sorry for yourself."

"Ow! There was no need for that."

"I'm not staying like this for five years either." Francis stood up with a determined face. "As Alfred would say, "Never give up! I'm not going to have people think I'm a unicorn loving, embroidery loving, bad cook! No I will be my sexy self soon-"

"Francis-"

"I will not have people staring at my eyebrows no longer!"

"Francis-"

"I will be able to get drunk properly!"

"FRANCIS!"

"Huh? What?"

"I have an idea."

Please accept my millions of apologies for being so late. Ahehehe. I had a massive case of writers block and a massive case of ANIME EXPO! So I was a little busy and when I did sit down to write, I couldn't find the right words. Ugh…

And also I know that I have someone who was willing to correct my grammar mistakes, but I was so late on this I just wanted to dish it out as soon as possible. So excuse anything I might have missed during my personal revision, I will have it revised next time.

For any one who went to anime expo, I was Austrian succession!Spain on day two and Rock!England on day three with my bro wearing my Spain outfit. It was purdy fun. ;P

Oh and if you couldn't tell, I have no idea what those floaty rings that life guards use to save people are called… haha

And Idk why I named it Charlie!

I'll update as soon as possible!