Heh, yeah, took a while to get this chapter up. I've been kind of swamped with a crap load of life. And this chapter was a bit difficult to write. But here it is, I really hope you all enjoy it.

So, thanks to my reviewers, a few things have come to my attention. First off, I'M REALLY SORRY for not warning about any potential parrings. It totally sliped my mind. Some of you were probably surprised (and not too happy) with the whole Franada thing, and for that I'm sorry. I will say right here and now that there WILL BE some mentions of relationships going on, but there will be no explicit detail on ANY of them. The kiss last chapter will be as far it will ever go (and that was merely to see Iggy's reaction). So, for you people who don't like the parrings, please just bare with the odd little mention of them. If you DO like them, then treasure those moments, 'cause there won't be very many of them.

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So far, on his list of awesome mornings, this one didn't rate very high. Awesome mornings contained sleeping in and big breakfasts, not early awakenings and no breakfast at all. Awesome mornings were calm and predictable, not chaotic and weird. (Prussia would admit that he liked chaotic and weird things, but just not at seven in the morning.) No, this morning was not an awesome morning. Actually, it wasn't even an average morning.

This morning fell into the category of just plain strange.

Prussia rubbed his eyes tiredly, wishing he hadn't woken up so god damn early. This whole situation would have been extremely awesome and funny if he wasn't so fucking tired. Leaning back in the chair, Prussia crossed his arms in front of him and eyed the two nations across the table. Despite his tiredness, Prussia couldn't help but crack a smile at the scene before him. It really was quite amusing. The taller of the two nations shifted awkwardly in his seat, whereas the shorter one just glared. It was a strange sight to behold.

"So guys," Prussia broke the silence that had fallen over the kitchen, "which one of you wants to make the awesome me an awesome breakfast?"

Germany and Italy (or Italy and Germany, depending on the way Prussia looked at it) both blinked in surprise at the spontaneous question. The Italian then crossed his arms in front of his chest and shot the Prussian a disapproving glare. Prussia had to remind himself that the shorter nation was now actually his brother, and that the fierce look was nothing to be scared of. West was always glowering at him, but it was weird to see the glare coming from the usually happy-go-lucky Italian.

"Is this really the time to be worrying about your stomach?" Germany asked, cringing slightly when his voice came out in a pitch much higher than he wanted.

"It's a perfect time to be worrying about my stomach," Prussia responded egotistically, "I haven't breakfast yet and I'm hungry."

"Ve, Prussia," Italy spoke up, "I could make you some pasta! Would you like that?"

Prussia tried to contain his laughter as the German's body bounced up and down in the chair, obviously delighted at the prospect of making pasta. "Sure Ita-chan," he said with a chuckle, "pasta would be awesome."

The taller nation's face smiled in a completely Italy-like way. "Ok! Pasta is the best!"

The blonde got up and practically waltzed over to the kitchen counter. Prussia couldn't help it anymore. He burst out laughing. He may have been tired, but this situation was just so fucking hilarious. And the expression on the brunet's face as the taller nation skipped over to the stove was awesome. Germany obviously didn't like seeing his own body act so hyperactive and bubbly.

Poor West, Prussia thought humorously as he watched as the taller nation boil some water, he has to watch his body move without his control. Prussia grinned, feeling much better now that there was food coming.. Serves him right though. The Prussian glanced away from the blonde happily stirring pasta to the body that current housed his younger brother. What he did this morning was so not awesome. The albino sat back in the chair, crossing his legs under the table. He thought back to earlier this morning, when he had woken up at the ungodly hour of 6:00am.

xXx*FLASHBACK*xXx

Prussia was startled awake by the sound of two voices yelling. Promptly falling on the floor in surprise, the albino floundered to his hands and knees. He blindly reached under his bed for his sword (which he kept from his days as a powerful militaristic nation) before truly becoming aware of where he was. Blinking rapidly a few times to dispel the fog of sleep, the Prussian reluctantly let go of the sword's handle, sitting back on his knees.

What the hell?

Prussia waited a few moments at the foot of his bed, listening for any sounds that might suggest he was under attack. He heard nothing save the murmur of a couple voices from down the hall.

Probably just Germany and Ita-chan, Prussia thought, slumping against the side of his bed. The Prussian rubbed his face wearily with the back of his hand. He was too awake to fall back asleep, but too tired to want to face the day.

This sucks. Prussia sighed heavily. What time is it, anyways? Probably too god damn early.

Pushing himself up off the floor, the ex-nation stumbled sluggishly to his feet. Looking across his room to where the digital clock was, Prussia groaned when he saw 6:02 blinking back at him.

What the fuck... who's even awake at this time?

Walking across the room, Prussia stuck his head out his door and looked down the quiet hall. The door to Germany's room was slightly ajar, which meant that Italy had shown up last night. Despite his annoyance at being woken up so early, Prussia grinned. The special relationship his brother had with the Italian was one that he supported wholeheartedly. Germany kept trying to say that nothing was going on, but Prussia knew better. Italy spent more time at their house than his own. Even when he supposedly left for the night, he would often show up several hours later, making his way immediately to the German's room. Prussia and Germany had come expect these nightly arrivals, and the albino had recently tried to convince Italy to just move in.

Prussia now stood in his doorway, pondering the cause of the yelling that had happened a few moments ago. He absentmindedly wondered if anything bad had happened. He didn't think so. The yelling had sounded more surprised than anything, and the murmuring he could hear drifting down the hall simply sounded confused.

Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Prussia staggered down the hallway. They better have a good reason for waking me up at this fucking hour. Swaying slightly, he reached out to the wall to steady himself. The muttering was becoming clearer, and Prussia was starting to make out a few words.

"… so weird…" That was Germany's voice.

"What… you… happen?" Prussia frowned. That's unusual. Ita-chan is speaking in a serious voice.

There was some more mumbling, then…

"Ve…"

Did West just say…? Prussia tilted his head in confusion, thinking that he must have heard wrong. Huh… whatever. He went back to eavesdropping.

"And what about…"

Murmur murmur.

"…what are we…"

More muttering.

"… tell Prussia?"

Perking up at the sound of his name, Prussia took the last few steps to the door and pushed it open. Facing the two startled nations, he leaned casually against the doorway.

"Tell the awesome me what?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

The two nations inside the room froze in mid conversation. Turning to stare wide-eyed at the Prussian, Germany shuffled his feet awkwardly (which Prussia thought was out of character for West) and the Italian went completely rigid. Prussia himself was a little taken aback to see Italy's eyes open. It wasn't everyday that the little nation decided to actually open his eyes. Truthfully, it kind of freaked Prussia out. The Prussian liked to think of Italy as a cute little nation that always smiled and prattled on in his sweet accent. When Italy actually opened his eyes, it became very apparent that this was a nation that had lived for hundreds of years and had seen the best and worst of humankind. Prussia found it difficult to think of Italy like that.

"Oh, um, hi brud– uh, Prussia," Italy stammered out, looking extremely awkward and out of place.

Prussia frowned. Was Ita-chan just about to call me bruder? What the hell? "What's going on here?" he asked, feeling that he was missing out on something important.

"Nothing. Nothing's going on," the Italian replied quickly. "Everything is fine." He punctuated the statement by waving his hand in a dismissive manor. The Prussian swore he saw the nation give his hand a quick look, as if he was startled at the view of his own slim fingers outstretched before him.

Prussia thought that Italy was acting very suspiciously. And while on the subject of suspiciousness… what the HELL is West doing cowering in the corner of the room? That's so not awesome. Germany had managed to retreat into a corner. He was now nervously twiddling his finger together, staring at the two nations before him with wide eyes. What the fuck is going on. Prussia was about to open his mouth to speak when the Italian fixed him with a stare and continued speaking in a persuasive tone of voice.

"Why don't you go back to sleep, Prussia?" he suggested, still looking at him with open eyes.

Though the thought of sleep was tempting, Prussia knew something weird was going on here and he didn't want to leave before figuring it out. "Look, you guys totally woke me up with your yelling, which was not awesome, and I heard you talking about 'telling' me something, and now you're both acting extremely weird. Just spit it out already. What the hell is going on?" He directed that last statement at his brother, who continued to cower in the corner.

The German looked absolutely terrified as being addressed directly. Prussia couldn't remember a time when Germany had looked as confused and uncertain as he did now. The albino was beginning to get a bit worried; everyone was acting so out of character. Germany shuffled his feet uncertainly, gaze darting briefly to the Italian with a silent look of 'help me' before returning to settle on Prussia.

"Um, wurst, and er… potatoes," the blonde said nervously.

"What?" Prussia asked, dumfounded. In his peripheral vision he could see Italy face-palm.

"Uh, and…" Germany continued, "and beer, beer is good…" he trailed off uncertainly.

I think he's lost it. Prussia stood there, trying to think of a suitable response to the German's statements.

Meanwhile, Italy had turned to face the taller nation, a look of disappointment on his face. "Really, wurst, potatoes, and beer? That's all you can think of to say?"

"I'm sorry, it's just too hard," Germany complained, sounding very much not like Germany. "I don't know what to do."

"You're supposed to act like I would!" Italy exclaimed exasperatingly. "Is that really so difficult?"

"But you're so big and strong and loud," the German replied, "its too scary to act like that."

By this point in the conversation, Prussia was completely and utterly lost. He stood there staring at the two nations, knowing full well that he was missing out on something important.

"I think we should just tell him," Germany said, indicating with a nervous glance that he was talking about Prussia.

"We have to tell him," Italy responded. "He's probably already started to figure it out. We haven't quite been acting all that convincingly."

Prussia didn't think he's started to figure anything out. He was still completely lost. "Yes," he said loudly, interrupting the ongoing conversation. "Please, do tell me. I kind of want to know what the fuck is going on."

The two nations stared at him in silence. Neither made any move to start talking.

"Well…" Prussia prompted, staring to become impatient.

"It's kind of difficult to explain…" the Italian trailed off, leaving the explanation unfinished.

"Try," Prussia demanded, confusion turning into irritation.

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Why are you being so fucking difficult?" Prussia all but practically yelled. He expected the Italian to cower at the outburst, but the nation merely looked on at him with annoyance. Germany, on the other hand, recoiled in fright. Not being a morning person, Prussia decided to turn on the blonde.

"Fuck West, what's gotten into you?"

"I–I don't know," was the timid reply.

Before Prussia could continue taking out his irritation on his uncharacteristically fearful brother, Italy stepped in front of him with an annoyed look on his face.

"Calm down," he insisted seriously, "you're not helping the situation here."

"What the hell is the situation?"

His only response was a look of disapproval.

"You know what?" Prussia exclaimed, fed up with all this confusion and weirdness, "I'm getting out of here. When you finally decide to tell what the hell happening, I'll be in the kitchen getting myself some fucking food." This morning is so not awesome. It's stupid o'clock and I'm fucking pissed off.

Leaving the bedroom in irritation, Prussia made his way through the house as noisily as he possibly could. I'm the one who's supposed to annoy West, not the other way around. Gott, what the fuck is going on?

Reaching the medium sized kitchen, Prussia ungracefully threw himself down in a chair. Although he was hungry, he wanted a moment to just think. There was an idea that was slowly forming in his mind, but it had yet to take on any definable shape. All he knew for certain was that something weird was going on – something that Germany and Italy were clearly aware of – but it was something that Prussia was (as of yet) not privileged to know.

He heard footsteps echo through the early morning silence of the house. Here they come, he thought bitterly, wishing above all else that he had just stayed asleep this morning. They had better be ready to explain what the fuck is going on. Frankly, Prussia was kind of freaked out. He really didn't like how the two nations had been acting this morning – it was just plain weird. Prussia slumped further in his chair. He could hear the footsteps stop briefly in the hall outside the kitchen. Come on, hurry up and get in here already.

Prussia sat there in the awkward silence, waiting for Germany and Italy to enter the kitchen area. Sighing in irritation, he mulled over the events of the pass fifteen minutes. What the fuck are they up to? It can't be a joke, right? I mean, Ita-chan is too innocent and West wouldn't know a joke if it poked him in the eye. As he thought about his brother and Italy's weird behaviour, he was struck with an interesting thought. Not only were the two nations in question acting strange, they were kind of acting like each other. Italy was behaving like Germany, and Germany like Italy. Why in Gott's name would they be doing that… Prussia's brow now that he thought about it, they were behaving almost exactly like each other. What…?

Prussia looked up as Germany and Italy entered the room. Watching the two nations awkwardly approach him, the albino could easily see where his thoughts had come from. They both seemed so out of sorts. Italy was walking straight-backed and stern-faced while Germany rocked back and forth on his heels, chewing his bottom lip and humming quietly to himself. Not only were they acting strangely, but they also both gave off the impression that they were ill at ease with their own bodies…

The idea that had been lurking in the back of his mind suddenly snapped into focus. Prussia's eyes widened. Its like they've changed... He looked at Italy (who stared back steadily) to Germany (who gave him an absentminded smile). Shifting his gaze slowly back to the Italian, Prussia sat back in his chair. The jumbled pieces of his thoughts were starting to fall in place. Its like they switched bodies… Prussian ran a hand through his hair in bafflement. Their behaviour this morning… it would all make sense.

But that can't be possible…

Italy (or was it Germany) gave the confounded Prussian an empathetic look. "From the expression on your face, I'd say that you've figured it out."

Prussia looked at the nation before him with wide eyes, not quite ready to believe that this wasn't all some elaborately planned joke. "It can't be…" he trailed off uncertainly. He knew that some strange things have happened to nations before, but this… this was unprecedented. Never before, in his time as nation and an ex-nation, had he ever heard of something like this happening. "Are you telling me that you fucking switched bodies? That's not possible!"

"So you did figure it out," the shorter nation said seriously. "I was certain that we would have to try and explain it to you."

"Fuck yes, you have to explain it to me! What the hell happened?" Prussia demanded. He leaned forward in the chair, glaring at the two nations fervently as he spread his hand out on the table before him. He was finding the news hard to process.

"Ve, Prussia?" the German's voice timidly asked from behind the Italian. Prussia had to remind himself that it was actually Italy talking and not Germany.

"What?" he replied curtly, looking at the taller nation.

"Well, you see…" the blonde nation said hesitantly, "we don't really know what happened."

"You don't know what happened?" Prussia repeated incredulously. "You woke up this morning in each other's bodies and you're saying you haven't got a sweet clue how that happened?" The ex-nation tried to calm himself down. Freaking out wasn't very awesome, and the Prussian didn't want to scare to happy-go-lucky Italian (even if the Italian was currently in Germany's body).

Verifying Prussia's statement, Italy nodded his head enthusiastically. Giving the bubbly nation in front of him a dubious look, Prussia turned his gaze to his brother. "Explain," he asked, finding it hard to believe that they had no idea how they ended up in this situation.

Sighing, Germany moved towards the table with measured steps. Pulling out a chair, he sat down and faced the Prussian. "We honestly don't know what caused this problem," he said as seriously as he could manage. His sober tone was somewhat ruined by the voice he had to speak in. Prussia could see the German's face twitch slightly when his voice came out high-pitched instead of the usual deep baritone.

Prussia found some amusement in listening to his brother talk with the Italian's accent. Now that he had calmed down a bit (not that Prussia had lost his cool or anything), he was staring to appreciate the true weirdness of this situation. "So," Prussia began slowly, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his clasped hands, "you guys just woke up this morning and freaked out 'cause you weren't in your own bodies?"

"That's more or less what happened," Germany bit out exasperatingly.

"You didn't, like, eat some weird fortune cookie, did you? Or, I don't know, touch something that was glowing ominously?"

Before Germany could reply to Prussia's out-of-the-blue questions, Italy spoke up. "I don't remember eating any of China's food yesterday," he said happily as he bounced over to the table. "What about you, Germany?"

Germany gave Italy a hopeless look. "No, I did not eat any fortune cookies," he said curtly to the clueless Italian. Turning back to the amused albino, Germany tried to salvage the conversation. "It is most likely an outside influence that caused this situation," he suggested evenly.

Humming thoughtfully, Prussia gave the two nations in front of him a contemplating look. "Ok, I can go with that," he agreed after some reflective thinking. (Prussia had drawn out the whole process just to look like one of those detectives from the mystery shows.)

While the Prussian did his detective act, Italy pulled out a chair from the head of the table to sit beside Germany. "Ve, what do we do now?" he asked after a couple moments of silence. "I'm not going to have to live like this for the rest of my life, right? That would be scary."

"Don't worry Ita-chan," Prussia said reassuringly, "we'll figure this out. You have the awesome me here to help you."

Germany gave him a sceptical look, but Italy seemed pleased at the Prussian's commitment to help them. "Germany, you're so lucky you have Prussia as an older brother," he said happily, clasping his and the German's hands together. "I wish my fratello was as great as Prussia."

Germany sighed at the Italian's words, but didn't say anything to contradict the other nation's statements. He also made no move to untangle his hand from Italy's enthusiastic grip.

Smiling smugly at Italy's claims, Prussia welcomed the ego boost. The ex-nation always enjoyed it when people mentioned how awesome he was. (Which, surprisingly, didn't happen all that much.) Yet even in his self-satisfaction, the Prussian couldn't help but notice how awkward Germany looked holding hands with the Italian. Oh, I get it, he thought, that's funny. West is actually holding hands with his own body. That must be real awkward for him. Ha. Smirking, Prussia sat back in the chair, crossing his legs under the table. "So, why don't you guys tell me exactly what happened this morning?" he asked, directing the question at the nations before him.

"You mean before you showed up half-asleep in the doorway?" Germany asked bluntly.

"Yes, yes, before that," Prussia said condescendingly. "Start with the crazy yelling at stupid o'clock and move on from there."

xXx*END FLASHBACK*xXx

Germany and Italy's recount of this morning's incident had been extremely entertaining. Prussia's irritation at being woken up so early had quickly faded to amusement as he listened to Italy's descriptions of waking up face to face with his own body. The albino wished he had been there to see Germany and Italy's reactions when they realized they had switched bodies. Slumping forward on the table, the Prussian yawned loudly. He may have forgiven the pair for waking him, but he still wished he could have stayed in bed for another couple of hours.

"The pasta's ready!" Italy sang, turning to face the German brothers.

A few moments later, the three nations were sitting at the table eating spaghetti. Finishing off his first plate in record time, Prussia quickly grabbed seconds. "So," he said around a mouthful of pasta, "what are we gonna do now?"

"We are going to have to tell the other nations," Germany said, staring unenthusiastically at his forkful of spaghetti.

"Yeah," Prussia agreed, "there's no way you guys are going to act convincingly enough like each other to fool the others. They'll figure it out right away."

Germany sighed, obviously finding this whole situation too uncontrolled and chaotic for his liking. Prussia, on the other hand, was eagerly looking forward to seeing the other nation's reactions when they hear of this predicament. Its gonna be fucking awesome.

Italy happily ate his pasta, watching the two brothers discuss the body-switching situation with fascination. "My fratello isn't going to be too happy about this," he said passively. "He's probably going to yell at me and say it's my fault…" He cheerfully took another bite of the spaghetti. "Mmmmm, pasta is so tasty!"

"Uh," Prussia blinked in surprise at the Italian's matter-of-fact statements. "Don't worry Ita-chan, we'll make sure Romano doesn't blame you for this 'cause that'd be so not awesome."

"Ve, its ok. Fratello is always so angry."

"Yeah, well, he still shouldn't go around taking out his anger on other people," Prussia said resolutely.

A small frown creased Italy's brow. Germany, seeing Italy's distress, gave Prussia a judgemental stare.

"Bruder," he said firmly, "that's a problem for another day." Pushing his empty plate to the side, Germany tried to steer the conversation away from Italian brothers' relationship. "We already have enough to deal with at the moment."

Messaging the back on his neck, Prussia slid down further in his chair. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled unhappily. "Just, man, I don't like how that little jerk treats our Ita-chan."

"Ve, Prussia, it's fine, really," Italy said honestly.

The albino gave a small smile to the Italian. Deciding to focus on the current situation, he sat up straighter and eyed the two nations in front of him. "Alright then," he said, addressing the unfortunate pair, "what are we gonna do about this whole body-switching thing?"

Brown eyes stared directly back at him as Germany answered as truthfully as he could.

"I don't know, bruder."

xXx*xXx

England looked at the three nations before him. The idea that other nations may have also switched bodies was a terrifying notion. But now that the thought was voiced, courtesy of America, there was no denying the very probable truth that the other nations were waking up this morning in panic. There was no reason why this body-switching thing should only be contained to the four nations in England's house.

What if… England quickly ran through some possible scenarios in his mind. Oh, god, this... this could be bloody awful.

Tucking his hair behind his ear, England fixed the nations in front of him with a serious stare. "I'm calling a G8 meeting."

America shifted from his position on the recliner. "When?" he asked, trying to speak louder than a whisper.

"Tomorrow," he replied quickly. "I'll send out the message now. The meeting will be set for tomorrow morning."

"I presume it'll be at this house," France asked as England stood up.

"Yes, seeing as there's four of us already here," the British nation answered. He walked across the room towards his desk and computer. Sitting down on the wooden chair, he opened his email and began composing a quick message.

"S-so," Canada nervously spoke up from beside the Frenchman, "no matter what happens, we're going to tell the others we've switched?"

"Of course we are, dude," America said.

"It is what we've agreed, mon chère," France replied soothingly.

"Because we need to fix this problem," England said without turning around. He exhaled as he gave his email a quick look over. Finding it worthy, he closed his eyes briefly before hitting the send button.

There, it's done. Now, let's see what tomorrow will bring.

And next chapter we bring in even more people (I'm going to die trying to write it)

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