Before Romano could knock the door with a trembling hand, it had already opened. There stood a slender Brit with prominent eyebrows, short, golden-blonde hair and green eyes. He was wearing a t-shirt with a British flag and jeans. Romano jumped back in fright and nearly fell over Italy, who was hiding behind him like he was a shield, shaking.
"Yes?"
"Uh-huh-ummm…." Romano's mind drew a blank as his Italian instincts made him fear this man, whether he liked it or not.
"Please remember what you are going to say before you say it," England said, acting mature. It was too intimidating. Romano tried to remember why exactly he was here.
"S-s-s-p-p…" Italy whimpered.
"W-what? Spain? Yes I know about your brother's one-sided relationship with him. Everyone does." Romano cringed.
"S-spell book." The Brit raised his eyebrow, or more accurately, eyebrows. Romano took in a deep breath. It's just a person, just a person, just a person. He's just like you, another country. For the love of god, I wish Spain were—no, I can do this!
"W-we n-need to borrow one of your spell books, dammit!" Hardly waiting for an answer, Romano turned away to run, because the Brit's straightforwardness was draining whatever was left of his self-confidence. He tried to run, thinking I'm a coward, I'm a coward, I'm a coward, but tripped flat on his face because Italy was fastened onto his legs and sucking his thumb. Luckily it was on his left side. Romano was so close to the ground that he could see the neatly-trimmed hedges on the side of the driveway tremble a little.
"Well, you could've just asked. You just have to tell me what kind of spell you are looking for," England said, sighing. Why was it so hard for them to talk to me! Bloody hell, it's like I'm some sort of monster or something. On the other hand, England swelled with pride, because for once someone didn't steal his books, and finally showed some 'appreciation' (it was the best he could get). If they had stolen his books he would've shot through the roof, by god.
"Get up, I'll get you inside and since I'm feeling great today, maybe I'll fix some scones and tea as well," England stuck out his hand at the shivering, tangled Italian spaghetti mess on the ground.
"NOOOO! NOT THE SCONES!" Italy cried. Romano attempted to get up but his brother was weighing him down.
They're never going to be okay, England thought simply, very offended. "Fine, I'll skip them."
When they finally stood up, trembling and began to head into the house, England heard a rustle. "Who's there?" The rustling promptly stopped. He turned around and stared at the hedges, near his driveway. He listened carefully, but from the other direction he heard giggling.
"They're so silly, they should've asked Norway or Romania. England is too silly!"
"I heard that, Titania, and bloody hell, their magic skills are no match to mine," England stated bluntly. The fairies, flew around him, giggling in response. The Italians were too scared to notice.
England closed the door, unbeknownst that someone had been watching the whole time.
…
Prussia spit out a leaf. "Yuck! But it was totally worth it! Now it is really time for the awesome me to interfere! But Spain is too stupid to realize anything about his boyfriend, so he's going to have to learn his lesson the hard way. I'm never going to tell him…this will be so much fun! Kesesese…" He drew his head out of the hedge. He had been dying for some mischief for ages. Things were too boring down in West's basement.
The night before he tried to get to his car as fast as possible after seeing Romano run away so he could catch him, but stupid, drunk Spain came to him, grabbing his arms, crying for his boyfriend and making his shirt wet with salty tears and slobber. It was not awesome. By the time Spain let go, he had gotten into his car and attempted to find Romano, it was too late and too dark, because the car headlights weren't helping. So he headed back to the Spaniard's house, dropped a knocked-out France back at his house, and headed home.
After that, he was desperate to find out what Romano was up to, and considering how oblivious the loud Italians were since he was literally tailgating their car after they left West's house, he had no problem to do just that. Gears, millions of them, turned rapidly in his head, but first, he needed to call backup.
"France, we are onto something. Over. Need you at England's house in sixty seconds flat. Repeat. England's hou—"
"Nom de Dieu, Prussia, it's a phone call, not a walkie-talkie! I'm coming over."
"No. Call me by my code name, AwesomeGillbird007. AwesomeGillbird007 out!"
"Prussi—" Booooooop.
Like James Bond himself, Prussia resumed his rather bushy disguise and waited.
…
England coughed as he turned the pages of one of his ancient spell books laying on a table of his basement. He was clad in a dark-green, hooded cloak. His eyes scanned for just the right incantation in the "B" section while Italy and Romano sat on a crate at the far corner, holding each other, quivering. It faintly reminded him of the time he was imprisoned in Italy.
"Hmm…Baby Spells, Bad luck Spells, Banishment Spells, Beauty Spells, Binding Spells…ahh! Body-switching Spells," England muttered to himself, using his finger to guide him. "Hmm…I need to do…ok. Romano, Italy get over here!"
Italy pushed a hyperventilating Romano closer to England.
"Ok, Italy stand there, and Romano, you stand right next to him. Face each other." They did as they were told, fidgeting. "Ok. Stay still. Romano, stay still!"
England went back to the table and lit three candles, then he returned, book in hand, and waved his magic wand, making the star-shaped tip glow a golden color, which lit up his green eyes. He held the wand between the Italian's foreheads and chanted.
The mighty hearth burns inside these two hearts,
Soul and mind are in sync.
But for just this time, before it starts,
Let them switch quick; in a blink.
Allow these beings to experience the other,
Both their hardships and gain.
Until they realize that one another
Is all really just the same.
Oh mighty Dumbledora the Explora, allow me to SWITCH THEIR BODIES!
England lifted his wand and could see two, silky figures emerge from the hearts of each Italian, drifting into the other. Then the wand's light died.
"Did it work? Did…HOLY SHIT!" Romano (or Italy?) looked at his hands, and then saw himself staring back at him. It was really confusing. "I feel…kind of different?"
"Ve…I feel taller, and much less talented," Italy-in-Romano's-body said, earning a glare from Romano. It was really weird seeing yourself glare at you. They were interrupted by a certain Brit who cleared his throat.
"Oh….g-grazie England. H-How long is this going to last? I hope to make it before or during the World Meeting."
"Well, in the spell it says 'until you realize that you're both the same', so basically, what I just said."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"Please refrain from cursing in my household, but I do say, it's quite weird seeing your brother speak any kind of profanity for the first time."
"Ve, speaking of words, did you notice how funny the last line sounded? I mean I don't think Mr. Romania or Mr. Norway's spells have unusual references in them."
"Bloody hell no! My spells work the best!"
Romano in Italy's body rolled his eyes. But at the back of his mind, his mind was very occupied on what to do next.
A/N: To prevent confusion, in this fanfiction-
North Italy (younger brother) is referred to as: Italy or Veneziano.
South Italy (older brother) is referred to as: Romano.
Any other confusion, just look for context clues. :)