Hey guys, been awhile, no?

But I've finally got this chapter down, though it took me a bit a work to get past some parts.

And I have been wondering... this story is under the category of humor, which I hope I'm living up to... but I feel like there's a bit more than just funny stuff going on here. What I'm wondering is, should I add another genre under the description? If so, what one ('cause I have no idea)? Or should I just keep it as humor? Let me know what you guys think.

Anyways... Thanks so much for the reviews. They are my life.

Amateur SoulReaper: Thanks for the virtual cookie, it was very tasty. :)

Punmaster Exdrordinaire: I'm glad you like my head!canon about the voices. I decided that things like accents and voice volumes would remain specific to the body and not the... soul... yeah. So thanks :) I'm happy that this idea went over well.

Alright, on to the story. Enjoy.

For some reason, they found themselves glued to their seats, unable to move. They sat there, looking at each other, uncertainty and apprehension keeping them frozen in place. The four nations were all sharing similar thoughts…

This shit just got real.

Another chime rang through the house, followed by loud knocking and some indistinct mumbling.

America was the one to finally break the silence.

"Hey, Iggy, you should probably, I dunno, go and answer the door."

England glared at the American. "Why me? You're the hero," he drawled sarcastically, "you go answer it." The British nation glanced quickly down the hall towards the front door before returning his gaze the obnoxious nation. "And don't call me Iggy, you idiot."

"Hey dude, your house, your guests. Just saying. And fuck yeah I'm the h–"

The doorbell rang once again, and England could feel the chimes mocking him. Looking at the other nations, the Brit silently hoped someone would come to his rescue. Seeing no one willing to take the lead, England reluctantly accepted his fate.

"You all bloody suck," he sulked, scowling at the three nations in front of him. Receiving no response except a smirk from France, the British nation unenthusiastically got out of his seat. Just before he left the room, he shot once last look of displeasure over his shoulder at the trio. Bloody abandoning me, the buggers. He walked out of the kitchen, past the stairs, and down the hallway towards the front entrance. The closer he got to the door, the more distinct the mumbling became. And when England was just a few feet from the entrance he realized that there was actually more than one person behind the front door.

"Oh, bloody hell," he whispered to himself as he approached the door. What if they're nations who've switched? He thought worriedly, wondering what he would do then. Or, oh God, what if it's people who have NO IDEA what's going on? Who HAVEN'T switched? What will they think when they find out I'm ME and not that perverted frog? Oh, bloody HELL!

Despite his fears, England reached out and grabbed the large, brass doorknob, the metal cool to his sweaty hand. Taking a deep breath, the British nation collected his thoughts and opened the door, getting read to face whatever was about to come his way.

He obviously didn't prepare enough, for as soon as the barrier of wood was out of the way, England received a solid knock directly on his forehead.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry. I totally thought I was going to have to keep knocking to make you open the door."

Holding his head in pain, England tried to look through his slightly watering eyes at the person in front of him but all he could see was a blurry outline. He recognized the voice, but he couldn't immediately place the person as any nation from the G8. And before the Brit could wipe his eyes and get a clearer look at his guest, the person spoke again.

"Oh, France!" the person exclaimed in surprise. "Didn't recognize you there in that nerdy blue sweater-thing you're wearing. But hey! You're never gonna guess what's going on! I totally have an awesome story to tell you!"

England had finally managed to look past the tears in his eyes, but he already knew who was at the door. The voice and vocabulary had easy given it away. He stood there blinking in surprise at his guest, wondering what the bloody hell he was doing here at the Brit's house.

"Prussia?" he said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," he replied casually, "we got the email calling for an emergency G8 meeting, and so I decided to accompany my bruder and little Ita-chan here to the boring, old UK."

Frowning, England was about to berate Prussia for being too Prussia-like when he realized something important; Prussia was being Prussia-like, and wasn't acting like somebody else. He hasn't switched. England thought, eyes widening, Oh bloody hell… does he even know about the body-switching?

In England's unresponsive silence, Prussia continued speaking. "Hey man, why do you look so shaken up – I thought you loved it when I crashed your totally un-awesome meetings."

England desperately tried to find the words to express that no, he did not love it when Prussia crashed the meetings because Prussia was an annoying, self-centered maniac who, for some reason, refused to disappear despite no longer having a nation to represent. The ex-nation did not belong at meetings and, by the way, this is the bloody United Kingdom you're talking to and not that overzealous, perverted Frenchman. However, before England managed to convey his thoughts to the Prussian, he was tackled by a large, blonde nation who enthusiastically latched onto to his arm. Stumbling, the Bit quickly regained his balance before turning wide-eyed to look at nation beside him. The latter merely smiled before speaking in a deep, rough voice.

"France~," the blonde said animatedly, "look at me, I'm so big and strong and handsome."

England stared in horror as Germany tugged on his arm in order to get his attention. The larger nation's face was happy and smiling and so unlike the usual Germany that England found he was thoroughly creeped out. However, things only got worse when a familiar Italian stepped out from behind the Prussian. The shorter nation's eyes were open and disapproving, staring directly at the German with an exasperated look.

Italy sighed heavily, crossing his arms in front of his chest before speaking. "Mein Gott, let go of the poor man before you tear his arm off."

England stared wide-eyed at the Italian before turning his head to glance at the blonde nation, who sported a sheepish grin after liberating the Brit's arm. Meanwhile, Prussia just stood there in the doorway, laughing like there was no tomorrow. Along with the laughter, England could also hear the Prussian say something along the lines of: "I knew this was going to be awesome… Gott, this is so fucking hilarious!"

England stood in the hall, completely rigid, wondering what the bloody hell was going. He was about to voice his confusion when suddenly, it all made sense.

"You… you two have switched, haven't you?" he asked the two Europeans in front of him. He gave the out-of-place pair a questioning look.

It was Prussia who answered. "Aw man, France, why did you have to figure it out so quickly? I wanted to have some fun with it."

"Well, sorry to ruin your fun, but there are more pressing matters at hand," England replied candidly, starting to feel more confident now that he knew what was going on.

"You're being so un-awesome right now…" The albino trailed off, looking past England's shoulder and down the hall. His face noticeably brightened. "Hey, dudes," he called, voice rising in volume, "waz'up?"

England followed the Prussian's gaze and saw that the trio he had left in the kitchen had migrated into the hallway. France, smiling like an idiot, seemed overjoyed at seeing the albino, and proceeded to move towards the front entrance to greet his friend. America merely waved at the group by the door, while Canada shyly tired to retreat back into the kitchen (but was dragged back by America).

England turned back towards Prussia and immediately noticed the quizzical look upon the albino's face. The expression was mirrored by the Italian (and England had to remind himself that the brunet was actually Germany). The Prussian slowly shifted his gaze back to England, and a look a realization replaced his confused expression.

"Don't tell me…" he said with a smile, and England frowned as he realized what the albino had figured out.

Prussia laughed.

"Oh, this is too good." He looked at all six nations around him. "You've all switched, haven't you? That's so fucking awesome!"

France was about to speak, but Prussia silenced him with a quick "Shhhh".

"Don't say anything," the ex-nation grinned, "I wanna see if I can figure out who's who." He put his hands on his hips, chewing on his bottom lip before turning to face Italy and his brother. "I already know you two have switched, which is just fucking hilarious."

The corners of Italy's mouth pulled down in a frown, and Prussia smirked at the pair before looking over to the North American brothers.

"And you two have probably switched," he called over to the duo, "especially seeing as you," Prussia indicated with a wave of his hand that he was talking about America's body, "keep trying to hide, and you," he gestured to Canada's body, "are standing there like some arrogant hero."

America's smile widened. "Well, yeah!" he said proudly, "I am the h–"

Prussia then turned on his heel and faced the two blond Europeans. "And I'm going to guess that you," he said, poking England in the chest, "and you," he pointed at France, "have also switched.

England scowled, dusting off his shirt from where the albino had so obnoxiously jabbed him. "You're damn bloody right I'm not that French bastard, you git. Took you long enough to figure it out."

"Hey dude, it didn't take me that long," Prussia replied, "it's been like, three minutes since I got here." He took a moment to look proud of himself before tilting his head to look at France. "And you, man, look awful. How you holding up under those monstrous eyebrows?"

"Oh, not very well," France answered melodramatically, and England scowled at the two nations. "I don't know how much longer the beautiful moi can last."

England was about to reach over and give the Frenchman a well-deserved cuff to the head when the blonde continued in hushed tones. "Oh, it is just dreadful," he said to the Prussian theatrically. "They whisper things to me… horrible, British things."

"They do?" Prussia gasped dramatically, and France nodded gravely in answer. The albino struggled to keep a straight face. "How do you stand it?"

"It's hard, mon ami," France replied, striking a dramatic France-like pose under a nonexistent spotlight that looked extremely awkward in England's body. "I'm not going to last long."

As Prussia and France burst into laughter, England had decided he'd had enough. "Will you two bloody shut up," he said between clenched teeth. "This is not funny and I would like it we could return to more serious matters."

Germany spoke up from behind his brother. "I agree with England," he said, trying and failing to sound commanding. Prussia and France just turned to look at Germany and Italy and continued laughing.

When the two nations had finally managed to calm down, England gritted his teeth and suggested that perhaps they should move away from the bloody door and into the sitting room. It took a bit of patience on the Brit's side, but finally everyone agreed.

And so, eventually finding themselves occupying various pieces of furniture in the living room, the seven nations began discussing their situation.

"So, dudes," America said from his spot on the couch, "I'm gonna ask the question we're all thinking. Why are we all switching bodies?"

"Ve~," Italy spoke up, the noise sounding strange in Germany's voice, "not all of us have switched. Prussia is still Prussia."

"That's 'cause I'm too awesome to switch. My awesomeness couldn't be contained by any of your mediocre bodies."

"Not true dude," America replied, "my hero-body would have totally been more than enough for you."

"Would NOT, my awesomeness is far too awesome."

"Naw, MY hero-ness is way too hero–"

"Would you two shut up!" England cut-in, deciding he'd had enough. Bloody hell, I'm surrounded by egotistical idiots. He glared at the two obnoxious nations before continuing. "Can we get back to the question at hand? Prussia hasn't switched. Why is that?"

Germany was the one to answer this time.

"Maybe it's because he is no longer a nation." His serious voice and manner did not match the Italian's body whatsoever, but he still managed to get his point across.

"That's a fair argument," England said, thinking that perhaps the body-switching was only limited to full-fledged nations.

Prussia wasn't pleased. "Hey! If I had wanted to switch, I would have."

"Believe me, mon ami," France said from the recliner, "it's not all that fun."

"And that's why my awesomeness chose not to change bodies."

"Right," England scoffed sarcastically, "like you can control these kind of things." He glared at the Prussian.

"Oh, and are you saying that you can?" the albino retorted, swinging around to fully face the British nation.

"Of course not, you git!" England crossed his arms in front of his chest.

But it seemed as if Prussia had thought of something. The ex-nation gave the Brit a suspicious glare before speaking. "But what if you could control this?" He swept his arm out in a circle to indicate the room and its occupants. "What if this is all one of your spells gone wrong…" The Prussian's eyes narrowed. "Or maybe this is all according to your plan."

"What the…? No! Of course not!" England declared. "This bloody situation is not my fault!" He gave Prussia a dirty look. "Why, in God's name, would I want to switch bodies with that perverted frog?" England pointed across to the room to France.

France feigned a look of pain. "But Angleterre," he pouted mockingly, "I thought we were coming to understand each other."

"You shut up."

"But we've been inside each oth–"

"I said SHUT UP!" England yelled hurriedly, face turning red. "Don't make this bloody body-switching sound like some disgusting, perverted thing."

Germany cleared his throat, "That's enough of that," he said strictly, "I believe that England is not the cause of this situation, regardless of his spells." He shot his brother a stern look. "And arguing about this problem is not going to solve anything."

"I still think it's suspicious…"

"Bruder, please be quiet."

"You can't tell the awesome me what to do!"

"Dude," America spoke up, "why are you even here? You're not even, like, part of the situation."

"Hey, I'm part of EVERY situation," Prussia declared.

"Ve~, you weren't part of that one situation with me and Germany in the bedroom–"

"Italy, shut up."

"But Germany~"

"Ohonhon, I wish I could have been there."

"Ve~, it was sooooo great."

"Italy, I said shut up."

"Kesesese, West, sounds like you've got some hidden talents."

"Dudes, you guys are like, way whacked."

"No one could be as whacked as you, Amérique."

"What are you talking about dude, I'm the h–"

"PASTAAAA~"

England face palmed. He could not understand how this situation got so out of hand so quickly. Everyone was talking at once and nothing – absolutely nothing – was getting done. How were they supposed to figure out a solution for the body-switching problem when they couldn't even uphold a civil conversation?

England decided he'd just about had enough.

He was about to yell at everyone to 'shut the bloody fuck up' when he felt someone gently tugging at his sleeve. Looking to his left, England came face to face with a pair of bright blue eyes. The Brit blinked in surprise, realizing after a moment that he was looking at Canada (in America's body, of course).

"Oh, hello there lad," he said evenly, trying to ignore the idiotic conversations occurring around him. "Is there something you want?"

"Um… I think s-somebody's at the door…" Despite Canada's best efforts at trying to remain subtle, his voice still rose clearly above the room's clamour.

Everybody quieted upon hearing the Canadian's words.

"There's someone at the door? As in, the front door?" England asked, glancing around the now silent room.

Canada shifted awkwardly in his seat, not liking the attention he was receiving. "Y-yeah, I think so. I heard a car pull up, and then people g-got out, and I think they're a-about to–"

A doorbell sounded through the house.

"They're here," Canada said shyly.

Prussia looked impressed. "Ok dude, that was awesome, but also kinda creepy. What are you, psychic?"

"Ah, no, just good hearing."

"Ok, still kinda awesome, but not as awesome as me."

"Oh, thanks."

Italy spoke up from his spot on the couch. "Ve~, is someone going to answer the door?"

England sighed, knowing that it was his obligation to go and greet his guest. "I'll be right back," he said wearily, pushing himself up off the couch. "Whoever it is, I'll just bring them back here and we can get them up to date." Up to date on what? I don't know.

He made his way down the hall, somewhat grateful to be away from the room's overwhelming atmosphere. Reaching the door, the British nation paused a moment to collect himself.

I wonder who it will be this time, he thought, grasping the doorknob tightly in his hand. There are only two more nations needed to complete the G8.

He turned the knob.

Russia? Or Japan?

He opened the door.

And China stood on the doorstep, waiting to be let in.

…

England blinked in confusion.

"China? What–"

Before he could finish the sentence, the British nation was pushed aside as China entered the house. Stunned, the Brit watched as the shorter nation made his way down the hall.

That was when England became aware of a large and oppressive presence behind him.

What…

Turning slowly, England found Russia standing in the front entrance.

"Oh… Hello," England managed to say, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the last few seconds. Backing up a step, England risked a quick glance down the hall to see what China was doing. The Asian had stopped his trek down the hallway and was glaring eerily at the pair by the door.

England felt a bit nervous.

"Hello France," Russia finally said, and England looked back at the larger nation. The Russian actually seemed to be lacking the oppressive and threatening aura he typically carried…

And that was when England noticed Russia was missing the scarf he so usually wore.

Russia never went anywhere without his scarf.

A deep sense of foreboding settled in England stomach. Oh, bloody hell… please not these two… The British nation turned his head to look back at the Asian.

Wrapped firmly around China's neck was the scarf.

xXx*xXx

Russia and China had switched.

According to the Asian nation, the two of them had been at a conference with their bosses. At the end of the meeting, they had each headed off to their own rooms – they were at a hotel – only to wake up the next morning in a bit of a predicament.

They had swapped bodies.

England and the others listened to the pair recount how they had slipped away from the hotel (and their bosses). Apparently Russia had gotten the email regarding the emergency G8 meeting, and had felt the need to bring China along. China had agreed, seeing as his options were somewhat limited in his current… form.

And so here they were, at England's place.

England had explained, along with input from Prussia, America, and France, about their present situation.

England had switched with France.

America had switched with Canada.

And Germany and switched with Italy.

Added to this list was, of course, Russia and China.

England desperately hoped that there was no one else switching. He didn't think he could handle any more.

But…

If China, who wasn't part of the G8, had swapped bodies, then what was to say that the body-switching was limited to the eight present nations (and one ex-nation). If the issue wasn't restricted to the G8, then any nation could have potentially switched.

It was a daunting idea.

And England hoped that no one else would show up at his house in a foreign body. Are we even expecting anyone else? Who hasn't arrived yet?

In answer to his silent question, the chimes of the doorbell rang through the house.

Oh bloody hell…

England looked around the now silent room, doing a mental count of who was here. He quickly came to the conclusion of who would be at the front door.

Japan.

England sighed, already considering the possibilities of whom Japan could have switched with. He didn't like the potential candidates. Regardless, he had to go and answer the door.

"I'll be right back," he said, standing up and walking across the room.

This time, France, America, and Prussia followed him out of the room and into the hall. They were obviously curious to see the new arrival.

Curious to see who he would have switched with.

England reached the front door, grasping the bronzed knob without hesitation. Briefly closing his eyes, he opened the door. It swung inwards to reveal…

Japan.

…Or was it?

England quickly glanced over Japan's shoulder to see if there was another nation, seeing as – so far – his guests had been arriving in twos or threes.

He didn't see anyone.

Returning his attention to the new arrival, England realized that France, America, and Prussia were harassing the Japanese nation.

"So who is it, dude? Who are you?"

"Oui, oui, tell us."

"Wait, let's see if the awesome me can figure it out!"

England sighed, pushing past the annoying trio and welcoming the shorter nation into the house. "Please, come in. As you probably know, there is a bit of an issue…"

That was when England noticed the worried look on the Asian's face.

Japan's eyes were flitting between the four nations in front of him, finally coming to rest of England.

"Um, pardon my asking," Japan said, "but you're not France-san, are you?"

England blinked. Is Japan… is still Japan? Looking closely at the nation in front of him, England replied, "Uh, no, I'm not…"

And at that answer, Japan's expression turned not to one of shock, but to one of guilt.

"I- I am sorry," he said, bowing slightly, "I did not think this would happen."

"What do you mean?" England asked apprehensively.

Japan looked guiltily at the four nations in front of him before replying.

"This is all my fault."

Heh heh... look, I have PLOT!

Alright, now for any non-English stuff

Oui = Yes
Moi = Me
Mon ami = My friend
Angleterre = England
Amérique = America

And that's that. So, please let me know what you think (about the story and the genre-thing I mentioned at the beginning).

I really hope you guys are enjoying the story.