Eight Mortal Secrets [Hetalia Drabbles] (Completed, to be Edited)

XVIII. Pranked- Germany and Prussia

After getting a good laugh out of Poland and Australia's little fiasco, Dreamz began to wonder if Gilbert and Ludwig were experiencing the same thing. If there was any chance that they were switched, Dreamz wanted to get a good laugh.

They performed a series of rapid knocks on the door and only had to wait a few seconds before it swung open, startling Dreamz slightly. They were expecting Prussia-as-Germany or something along those lines, but instead it was a girl with wavy, sandy brown hair and green eyes. Dreamz recognized her as Hungary from their several visits to the Germany's house.

"New South Wales. Thank God it's you! We are in need of you help!" She urged, grabbing Dreamz's hoodie and practically yanking them into the house. They were rushed through the corridors of the house before Elizabeta shoved them into a room and locked the door behind them.

"What the he-" Before Dreamz could finish their sentence, they realized they weren't alone. Sitting with her legs hanging off the bed and her hands set delicately on her lap was Liechtenstein, her gentle green eyes watching Dreamz with anticipation and hope.

Next to her was Switzerland, who glared protectively with the same green eyes. He held a shotgun held up against his chest, the business end pointed away from his little sister and towards the final person in the room, a proper, yet nervous-looking Austria.

Austria adjusted his glasses and stood, reaching out his hand to greet Dreamz. "Guten Abend, Dreamz. Your visit is unexpected, but most welcomed, I assure you." He spoke in his nasally Austrian-German dialect.

"Uh, Guten Abend, Roderich. Elizabeta. Basch. Erika." Dreamz stated, nodding to each one respectively. Usually, Dreamz wasn't so proper, but the Germanic family made them nervous. "... Why are you guys locked in a bedroom?"

"Your freaking German brothers, that's why!" Basch shouted. "They came home from the world meeting acting strange. Germany keeps running around with only boxers on, slapping everyone's ass while Prussia just stands in the corner, shaking his head in disappointment."

"It's not normal." Hungary whispered, clutching her skillet to her chest.

Dreamz had to fight hard to resist the urge to laugh. It seemed the two had switched as Poland and Australia had.

"I would just shoot them down but I don't want blood all over my floors." Switzerland commented.

"Do you have any idea on how to make them stop, Dreamz?" Erika asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Unfortunately, no, I can't fix their weird behavior, Liechtenstein. But I can help you subdue them." Dreamz stated.

"Euthanasia!" Elizabeta exclaimed.

"... No, we're not euthanizing them. Just listen carefully." Dreamz said and the countries instantly drew in closer to listen.

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"Ohhhh Hungary? Basch? Little Liecht? Assface? Where'd you go?" Ludwig's deep voice called, but it was most definitely not Ludwig speaking, for his ice blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous light. "Come out and have some fun!"

Behind him, Germany-as-Prussia crossed his arms, his brows furrowing. "You know they are not gonna come out, Gilbert. You're freaking them out." His hissed.

Just like Italy and Poland, both brothers were fully aware that they had miraculously switched bodies. Deciding there was nothing they could do to fix the issue so late in the day, they left it alone. But before Ludwig could explain to his family what had happened, Gilbert made the decision that it would be more entertaining to just screw with them.

"What is creepier, West, a hyper Germany or a serious Prussia?" Prussia-as-Germany countered with a smirk. He had clothes on now, a pair of sweats and a tanktop.

Ludwig glared. "Do not use my face to grin like that!"

"Aha, but it is my face now. A less awesome face, yes, but all the more fun."

Suddenly, the pair quieted as an enticing smell drifted towards them, and Prussia-as-Germany booked it towards the kitchen, where he found Dreamz cooking.

He grinned. This was perfect.

"Hey there, Bun- I mean, Dreamz." He greeted, mentally noting that Ludwig doesn't call Dreamz 'bunny'. "What are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in." He said, attempting now to keep a serious tone to trick them.

Dreamz turned and gave a small smile. "Hey, Ludwig. I got here a bit ago. I didn't see anyone but I was hungry, so I started up some dinner. I hope you like wurst." They chided, although they already knew the answer.

"JA! WURST UND BEER! ES IST-" The Prussian-in-disguise stopped himself, "er, that was kind of you."

Dreamz let out a short laugh. "Thanks, I thought it would be nice of me too."

Gilbert's eyes sparked with an idea and he walked up behind Dreamz, placing his hands lightly on their hips. "Ja, es ist sehr nett."

This was not part of Dreamz's plan. "Uh, can you-" They turned with a bit of bite in their tone, but when they faced Gilbert-as-Ludwig, Dreamz was met with a kiss straight on the lips. They screamed and slapped Ludwig's face, but Prussia only laughed.

"Sorry, Dreamzie, I couldn't help myself." He explained through a fit of laughter.

Dreamz glared, turning back to the food. "Just take a seat, Germany." They growled, recovering their act as they tried to hide the blush on their face.

Prussia-as-Germany shrugged, strutting over to the dining table and taking a seat. "You know Dreamz, there is something I should te-"

Gilbert never got to finish his sentence. From the chandelier above him, a figure dropped down on top of him, engulfing him in a net.

"TAKE THAT, CRAZY GERMANY!" Hungary let out a battle cry as she began beating Gilbert with her skillet.

"OW! WHAT THE HELL, BETA? ES IST SOOOOOO UNAWESOME!" Prussia-as-Germany shouted.

The commotion worked in attracting the other brother into the room. "What the hell are you doing, Hungary?" Germany-as-Prussia demanded, but before he could take another step, Switzerland rolled into the room, tackling Prussia's body before Liechtenstein ran in, pistol aimed at the fake Prussian. "Hands in the air, quiet Gilbert!" She exclaimed excitedly, determination in her eyes. Switzerland beamed at her proudly.

Austria entered finally, looking satisfied. "Vielen dank, Dreamz. Your plan worked excellently."

"Plan?!" Both Germany and Prussia demanded.

Dreamz shrugged. "Glad I could help, Roderich. Call me over when Ludwig and Gilbert are acting normal... Right, Gil?" They asked, starting straight at Prussia-as-Germany. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Dreamz laughed. "Auf Wiedersehen."