2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

33: A Little Glitch

33: A Little Glitch
When you both wake up in the other's body (like Freaky Friday)

Warnings: Feels, Comedy, Profanities (;ω;)

Notes: This was requested by a reader, lol ヽ('▽｀)/

BUTTT LEMME EXPLAIN FIRST

The root of my long absence is SCHOOL here—it was absolute hELL,  I sWEaR to GaWDdeuh!! #@$**@!! Even before reaching one month,  we we're drowned in work (ಥ_ಥ)(ಥ_ಥ)(ಥ_ಥ)

But I have come back to sacrifice my sleep for you guys!!!  Enjoy!!! <3

Francois Bonnefoy
It was an odd occurance indeed, having been woken up to a deep voice greeting you—especially if you were the only man in the room.

That was the current state of Francois Bonnefoy on this fine morning.

The immense shock electrifying him as he heard a low and muffled 'Good morning' from his left. That bit of detail told him that he somehow fell asleep on your side of the bed—how on earth did that happen?

When he gathered the courage to flutter his eyes open, he saw... Himself?

The 'Francois' he sees was curled up facing him, as (Y/N) would always do. Curiosity bubbled within him as he lifted a hand to poke 'Francois' arm but he instantly stopped when he sees a very much feminine hand. Francois dared to look down and good God, those were indeed a pair of mountains underneath the white bedsheets. He immediately jolted, clutching the duvets to his chest-feeling the need to at least protect his girlfriend's image while he's at it.

The sudden jolt caused you two wake up and when you let out a groan in complain. It shocked you to hear such a guttural noise vibrated from your own mouth-and my God, did it sound sinful. Your eyes shot wide open at the realization and saw your own bare figure in front of you.

"What's going on?"

Your words were let out in Francois' voice and you prayed that it would be your boyfriend who inhabited your body at the moment-otherwise, you'd lose your shit. '(Y/N)' frustratedly buried her face in her hands before her fingers threaded through her hair like Francois would and it answered your prayers. Only then did Francois speak with his furious words flowing in your voice.

"I'm going to kill that Brit,"

Allen Jones
"Holy Fuck."

It was the sound you woke up to and you could tell that the person wasn't even trying to be discreet with it. Although the oddest thing was, you heard it in your voice. Is this some sort of inception?

When you fluttered your eyes open, much to your shock, it was 'Y/N'—
very much taking a hold of her boobs. "What the?!" you shrieked, feeling yourself being kicked further into WTF when you heard Allen's voice as you opened your mouth. "Oh, hi babe," Allen, in your body, replies nonchantly, still gaping at the pair of boobs he's holding. You slapped his hand away from your boobs and tackled him with punches that s-he dodged.

"Stop touching my boobs!!! What's going on?!" You screamed once he gave up fighting you. "I haven't the slightest clue, but I'm gonna have a shower," 'Y/N' crawls toward the bathroom, no doubt with lewd thoughts, but you grabbed 'her' back. "Grow up, Allen. We need to fix this..." You looked down to glare since he was always taller than you before—you had to admit, it was hurting your neck a little.

You glanced at the mirror across the room, gawking at the fact that you we're really inside Allen's body and my God, did it suck to have him in yours. You're definitely not gonna let him-uh, her out of your sight. "Uhhh... What about that..." Your voice rang through the air again as "Y/N" pointed towards the wall smudged with something in pink.