-Normal POV-
France, Spain, Prussia, Cassi, Romano and Whitney were all at Spain and Whitney's house, chillin'. Well... Not exactly.
"CHIGI! TOMATO $*(&%, GET HIM THE #$( AWAY!"
"Calm down, Romano! Fusosososo~!"
"You guys! I can't hear the awesome TV!"
"Ow~! Papillon, why must you slap me when I try to-"
"FIFTEEN, DUDE!"
"Can we all just calm down, everyone?"
"SPAIN! GET THE #(* AWAY FROM ME!"
"FRANCE, PERSONAL SPACE!"
"Wuah!"
"Oof!"
...
"...Spain, are you okay?" Whitney said as she crouched down over her apparently unconscious husband.
Prussia and Cassi crouched down next to France, who was in the same state as Spain.
"Uh, Romano, Cassi, maybe next time you two shouldn't push them away with so much force." Whitney said, shaking Spain.
"Well, he was tryin' to hug me!" Romano retorted, crossing his arms and looking at Spain as well.
"They must have pretty hard heads to get knocked out on each others' like that." Cassi said, poking France's arm.
Spain finally started stirring, to Whitney's relief. She smiled and sighed as he slowly opened his eyes and sat up. "A-amor..." he started mumbling as he looked at her. His face then got a smirk on it as he looked at her.
"I mean, mon chaton."
Hearing this, Whitney shot back almost at once, but then returned to look him over. "Spain... Are you all right?"
"Of course, mon chaton! Why wouldn't I be?" He wrapped his arms around her and she squeaked in surprise. By this time, though, France was starting to stir as well.
"Hey, yo." Cassi replied, standing over him. "Bed intruder, wake up!"
"Oi, amiga, why are you talking to me like that?" France replied, rubbing his head.
Cassi looked at him confusedly. "Uh, did you just say amiga?" she asked.
"Si, por que?" he said, sitting up. She just stared, first at him and then looked at me. I looked back, the same 'what the heck' expression on my face. Prussia and Romano looked between the two of them, no one saying a word until, of course, Cassi and Prussia burst out laughing.
"What the heck is going on?" I yelled, jumping away from Spain as Cassi and Prussia fell to the floor in their laughter.
"What do you mean, mon chaton?" Spain looked slightly hurt as I jumped away.
"Why, are you calling me that?" I looked at him, slightly afraid.
"Haven't I always called you that?" Spain looked up at me with sad eyes. And I couldn't resist.
"Spain!" I hugged him. "Why are you talking like.. Like.. France?"
He smiled. "I don't know, but I like it." he said and hugged me back.
Prussia and Cassi had calmed down enough to talk again. "And, France, why are you talking like Spain?"
"Hm? I don't know what you are talking about, amiga, I am still me." he said back.
I pulled away from him hastily. "What do you mean you like it?" I searched his face for any sign of joking or kidding, but there was only his smile... I then turned to France. "AND WHY ARE YOU TALKING LIKE SPAIN?"
"Ah~! I am so confused!" France said, holding his head and looking slightly scared. "I just want a tomato!"
Cassi's face turned to confusion, but she then smiled and started petting France. "He'd be a lot cuter if he acted like this more often!" she said, grinning.
"Wait, dudes, what exactly happened?" asked Prussia. I looked around.
"I'm not sure, but maybe it had something to do with their heads ramming into each other a few minutes ago?" I suggested.
At this, Spain... Well, Spain's body took advantage of my distracted-ness and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. My face flushed.
"Sp-Spain! You know how I feel about too much displays of-!" He cut me off, planting a kiss on my lips. I pulled away, my face flushed even more.
"We should do that more often, mon chaton." He pulled me into him even closer, and I was torn on what I should do..
I looked at Cassi, who was watching confusedly. "Well, what should we do? Please tell me they aren't stuck like this, because that would be really bad considering Whitney's married to him." she said, pointing to Spain. He then looked at me with a smirk. My face paled.
"Oh, sweet baby Jesus no..."
"Well, I don't like them either way. But I would like them to change back... You know, for Momma's sake." Romano said, looking at the two mix-matched people.
"DUDE, shouldn't we just, like, make sure it isn't some sort of un-awesome prank they decided to do?" Prussia suggested. I looked at him.
"Spain wouldn't do that to me! Besides, I really don't think he'd be able to pull this kind of personality off." I said, looking back at Spain. He had started cuddling me.
"Well, I think we should still check." Cassi said.
I looked at her incredulously. "How? How are you going to check-"
"LEAVE IT TO ME!" At this, she took off running to her bedroom. I shook my head, sighing, as Spain attempted to bring me closer to him. Which, might I add, was practically impossible.
"This would be funny if he wasn't acting like the creepy wine $$*&$..." Romano stated as he looked down at us.
"Honhonhon, Romano~! Would you like to be a part of our hug too?" Spain looked up at him. My eyes widened.
"Y-You.. You.. Even laughed like him..." I tried to pull away, but it was in vain.
"Come now, mon chaton, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Spain looked at me, slightly frustrated.
Cassi then came back out, holding a clipboard and a pencil, while also wearing her Mad Hatter hat from halloween. She was grinning and writing something down.
When she stopped, she looked at France and then Spain. "Okay, the patients will now sit side by side on the couch." she demanded. When neither of them moved, she took the pencil and pointed to each of them, then to the couch with emphasis. They got up and did as they were told.
"Cassi, what the #*)) are you doing?" Romano asked, looking at her skeptically.
She looked at him and pointed her finger in the air. "I am psychic ninja!" she declared, then returned her attention to France and Spain.
"H'okay, so. SPAIN! Your favorite color?"
"I love all colors, but mostly the vibrant flashy ones, papillon."
"...France?"
"Red! Like tomatoes!"
She looked at the two of them confusedly, then scribbled on the paper. "What are you writing?" I asked.
"Private psychic ninja stuff..." she mumbled before Prussia snatched the clipboard from her.
"Pssh, yeah, you mean scribbles." he said, smirking when she tried to get it back.
"HEY! That stuff is classified!" she said, trying to reach for it. He held it over his head. She didn't get it back until she jabbed him in the ribs and he dropped it.
She picked it up and coughed into her fist. "As I was saying. France, language preference?"
"Spanish!"
"Spain?"
"French, the language of love, of course."
"Hm..." she scribbled on it more. "Okay! I've figured that I already know the problem so I'm not going to waste time and be a pointless ninja! The problem is, when the test subjects bumped heads, they switched brains!" she declared.
"Okay, so what do you propose we do about it, psychic ninja?" Romano asked, rolling his eyes.
"Simple!" she smiled. "We bump their heads back together again, and hope they don't get a concussion!"
France and Spain looked at each other, shock on their faces, before I spoke up. "But that's not very nice!"
"Well do ya' WANT your husband to act like that?" she asked, motioning to Spain.
I hesitantly shook my head no. "That's what I thought. Now, Romano grab Spain and Whitney grab France." she said, gesturing to each person as she called them out.
We hesitantly did as she said, with protests coming from the two mix-matched people. "Now, when I give the signal, both of you push them into each other REALLY hard." Cassi said, positioning the pairs on the opposite side of the room.
I sighed. "Okay."
"Whatever."
"Okay...Igor!" she yelled, pointing to Prussia. "PULL THE SWITCH!"
We all looked at her like she was insane. She looked around at us then sighed and let her shoulders slump down. "Prussia, you were supposed to say 'Yeees, mastha.' and that was the signal."
I looked to her in confusion. "That's a signal..?"
"Ugh, fine!" Cassi muttered. "You're supposed to be using your ninja skills for this Whitney! Geez. Now!"
"Is that the new signal?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Mom, just do it!" Romano shouted impatiently.
I sighed and shoved France as hard as I could towards Spain, and flinched a little as they knocked into each other. Once again, they fell to the ground unconscious.
We stood over them, waiting for them to wake up. Eventually, Cassi got impatient and started shaking France. "Hey! Dude, wake up and be yourself!" she said.
He stirred a bit, then opened his eyes and sat up. Cassi stopped shaking him. We all stared at him, waiting for him to say something. He just looked back at us before smiling.
"Well, is my face that irresistible, mes amis?"
"YES! I AM A GENIUS!" Cassi yelled, fist pumping. She then hurriedly pointed to Spain. "Quick, wake him up!"
I shook him lightly and he got up as well after yawning and rubbing his head.
"Ah, amor? What's going on?"
"Spain!" I squealed, and tackle hugged him.
"Amor, what is-?"
"It's a long story, Tomato 3$^!(, a long story." Romano replied.
"And I'm still a genius!" Cassi smirked.