The sun slowly started peeking into Alfred's room, signifying the official start to his morning. But, the sun was never really able to wake him up in the first place. So, cue the alarm clock in 3…2…1

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Alfred grumbled slightly, slowly being dragged out of his awesome dream about hamburgers. He slowly rolled over and glared at his alarm clock, which he had strategically placed on the other side of his room, so that he would have to stand up and get it and he, by extension, would be less likely to fall back asleep. His alarm clock still blaring, Alfred clumsily tumbled out of his bed and wound up with his back on his floor, staring at his ceiling. Why were mornings so hard?

"Al," Matthew, Alfred's step-brother slammed his door open. "Shut off your damn clock…" It meant to be a command, as usual (since this was their daily routine) but it just came out as a whisper, barely overheard over the alarm clock.

"I'm gettin' there," Alfred sighed and slowly got to sitting upright. He yawned slowly and rubbed his eyes, hoping that would wake him up, at least slightly. Looking around, though, it was pretty blurry without his glasses…Which he had strategically placed next to his alarm clock. "Alright, alright," Alfred sighed and slowly stood up and stumbled to his alarm clock, hitting the top of it fairly hard, shutting it up, and perching the glasses on his nose.

"Seriously, why do you do that to yourself?" Matthew sighed, shaking his head.

"Sorry, dude," Alfred yawned, finally turning to look at his step-brother, who for some reason, looked a lot like him. They both had wheat blonde hair and blue eyes. But, Matthew's hair was slightly longer and his eyes were slightly purple. And then there was that curl thing that stuck out in his hair… "Only way I can wake up. Anyway," Alfred calmly walked out his door, to the point where he was a little further than Matthew into the hallway, "I call bathroom first!"

With that, he was running down the hallway, towards their shared bathroom.

"Hey! That's unfair!" Matthew called after him and Alfred heard him running after him. But he was already at the door. It was a good thing he was a track star.

"Too bad," Alfred chimed as Matthew finally got to the door and slammed it in his face, laughing. That was always a good way to wake up in the morning… Humming slightly to himself, he went through his normal routine. A quick shower, towel drying his hair, trying to brush down that damn cowlick, and brushing his teeth. And, as usual, he took his sweet time, because Matthew was pounding on his door the whole time he was in there.

As his final step, he put on some of the cologne Arthur got him, since he apparently liked the stuff, and calmly strolled out of the bathroom, carrying his pajamas in his arms, and a towel around his waist.

"All yours," Alfred smiled cheekily at his step brother, who just rolled his eyes.

"You just keep taking longer and longer," Matthew rolled his eyes.

"Then you should stop bothering with waking me up and take the bathroom first," Alfred laughed, calmly walking over to his room.

"Last time that happened, you were late, made me ditch class to pick you up, and then we both got grounded," Matthew sighed.

"So that was all your fault!" Alfred laughed happily. "Should have tried harder to convince Mom and Dad!"

"Whatever," Matthew sighed, shaking his head.

"Oh, hey, Artie's taking me to school today, so don't wait up," Alfred called to him as the bathroom door closed.

Alfred laughed slightly, shaking his head as he came into his room and swiftly got himself ready, pulling out his school uniform, and making sure to remember his infamous bomber. He never really liked the uniform, it was just a blue blazer over a plain white shirt and blue plaid pants. There was also this stupid cashmere sweater thing that one could wear instead, which Alfred usual wore so that he could wear his bomber over it. And then there was the stupid tie, which he could never figure out, so he just wore a clip on.

He had to get ready at least slightly quickly since Arthur liked to get to school early, for some strange reason Alfred couldn't understand. But, he wanted to give him a ride, since Alfred was complaining all yesterday about Matthew starting to give Gilbert rides. Gilbert was beyond annoying, especially in the mornings, when his "awesome beauty sleep" has been interrupted.

That guy seriously hung out around Francis too much…

Alfred's attention was averted to his phone as it started buzzing on his desk while he was pulling his pants on. It was Arthur. Grabbing for his phone at the same time he lost his balance, Alfred hit the answer button and soon landed on his back.

"Yeah?" Alfred grunted out.

"You fell again, didn't you?" Arthur sighed on the other end.

"Just falling for you, babe," Alfred said cheekily as he pulled his pants up the rest of the way while still on the floor.

"Just come outside," Arthur scoffed, but Alfred could practically hear the blush in his voice. "I've been waiting for 5 minutes…"

"And that's so long," Alfred laughed, quickly springing to his feet and snagging his backpack. "Be out in a sec." He hung up and quickly ran downstairs, stealing a waffle he saw on the table. He laughed slightly, imagining Matthew's reaction when he got downstairs to see waffles rather than pancakes.

He quickly charged out the front door, waving slightly to his parents and running to Arthur's simple Mini Cooper. He always hated it when Alfred called it cute or said Arthur looked cute in it, so Alfred shut himself up by putting the waffle in his mouth and sliding into the passenger seat. He looked over at his boyfriend and smiled. He had simple, raggedy blonde hair and bright green emeralds for eyes. And then there were these giant eyebrows, but Arthur didn't let him talk about that…

"Hey," Alfred said happily through the waffle in his mouth.

"Hello," Arthur laughed slightly before he started driving. "Honestly, why do you have to run around like the world is ending all the time?"

"It's kind of like working out," Alfred shrugged, taking the waffle out of his mouth. "I need to keep my strength up for track, football, soccer, baseball…"

"Good lord, how do you handle all those sports?" Arthur sighed.

"I'm amazing?" Alfred grinned. "That reminds me, though, I've got football tryouts tomorrow…"

"Of course that bloody sport has started," Arthur sighed.

"What do you have against football?" Alfred asked. "It's like, the all American sport!"

"It's dangerous," Arthur stated and Alfred sighed. He was starting off the list again. "There's no bloody point, you just run around in circles around each other. The rules don't make sense."

"And practice takes me away from you?" Alfred grinned as Arthur blushed and they approached a red light. "Oh, I almost forgot something." Just as Arthur stopped, Alfred leaned over and moved Arthur's head so that it faced him and placed a small peck on his lips.

"Thank you for waiting until we reached a red light this time, love," Arthur smiled and turned his attention back to the road.

"No problem," Alfred smiled. "You know, I can't wait until I can drive!"

"And why don't you have your license yet, like your brother?" Arthur asked.

"It's got something to do with a prank or something," Alfred said with a wave of his hand.

"I'm not even going to ask anymore," Arthur sighed. The school was already in sight.

"Ugh, I'm so not looking forward to Physics today," Alfred sighed, stretching slightly.

"Aw, is the school golden boy actually not good at something?" Arthur fake pouted.

"I'm good at Physics," Alfred rolled his eyes today. "It just sucks, is all. It's all numbers and shit."

"Didn't you say you wanted to be a rocket engineer or something?" Arthur sighed.

"Yeah," Alfred nodded. "Wait, does that involve physics? Ah, shit, it does, doesn't it?"

"You are such an idiot," Arthur chuckled, pulling into the parking lot.

"Hey," Alfred whined.

America rolled over in his bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. It felt like today was important, but he wasn't quite sure why… He laid there for a while, staring at the ceiling, too lazy to get up. But, eventually he got bored and slowly sat up, looking around his room. It was pretty bare, mainly because he was hardly in there…

Slowly, though, he realized that someone else was in his room. As his eyes adjusted, he first saw a little gray blob. Then it grew red eyes. And then he realized it was Tony.

"Oh, hey, Tony, what do you want?" America asked, sitting upright and stretching his arms over his head.

"Video game," Tony held up an Xbox controller.

"Oh, sure dude," America nodded slowly and quickly rolled onto his feet. Tony simply nodded and quickly padded downstairs, probably to set everything up. America still couldn't get it past his head that he was forgetting something important today…Oh well, he was going to figure it out eventually… America shrugged and soon followed Tony down the stairs.

Once he made it down the stairs, he immediately started for the kitchen, already feeling his hunger for not eating the entire time he was a sleep. That was seriously a long time. Peering into his pantry, he found a box of Lucky Charms and happily pulled the box out and got a bowl before going into the fridge to find milk.

"Are you kidding me?" America groaned out, pulling out the see-through gallon jug of milk. There wasn't even enough to fill a shot glass. "Tony! Did you drink the milk again?"

"Maybe," came the quiet reply from the alien.

"Screw you, you're getting me more milk," America sighed, throwing the jug away and staring at the bowl and box of cereal. What was he going to do now? He really wanted cereal… "And no abducting cows this time!"

"Fine…" Tony sighed.

America tapped his fingers on the counter for a while, staring at his unfinished breakfast. Suddenly, though, he got an amazing idea. He quickly opened up the fridge again and pulled out a can of Coke. He was about to try this awesome combination, but a sudden buzzing caught his attention.

America turned around and saw his phone buzzing. He must have left it on the counter last night without thinking… After setting down the can of Coke, he quickly scooped up his phone and saw that he had a text. From England. Why was he texting him?

America hummed slightly to himself as he opened up the text. He couldn't help but laugh slightly, seeing it though. Leave it to the Brit to have perfect grammar even with texts.

When the bloody hell are you going to get here, git?

America sighed. What had he done wrong this time? He couldn't remember anything happening today…

Shrugging to himself, America closed the text and found a calendar reminder on the background of his phone. America glanced longingly at his breakfast before he opened up the calendar reminder.

World Meeting today!

"Oh, shit," America said under his breath and quickly rushed up the stairs and changed into his military uniform, making sure not to forget his bomber. "Sorry Tony!" he yelled as he bounded down the stairs, nearly having a heart attack when he slid down 5 steps after missing one. "Gotta go!"

On his way out the door, America had managed to grab his Coke and box of Lucky Charms and ran to his car.

One box of cereal, two cans of Coke, and three ran red lights later, he made it to the meeting building and quickly ran inside. He was on a little sugar high from his breakfast, so he was able to run pretty quickly and burst open the doors of the meeting room. He glanced at the clock on the opposite wall and saw that he was only about an hour late. Not too much harm done.

"So, you're finally here," Germany sighed irritably.

"Leave it to you to forget about a world meeting in your own country," England scoffed.

"I recall one or two times you didn't show up to meetings at all, Angleterre," France smirked. "And I remember dragging you, hung over, out of your bed."

"Shut it, frog breath!" England snapped.

"I really don't think I missed much with these two," America shrugged and sauntered over to his chair happily.

"As I was saying before America interrupted," Germany sighed from his spot at the head of the table, like usual. America noticed, however, that he seemed far more irritable than usual today… Germany continued on what he was talking about, which America couldn't honestly say he cared about. America noticed that Italy was sitting next to him, though.

"Hey, Italy," America whispered to the Italian, who's attention perked up significantly now that he didn't have to listen to the boring meeting.

"Si?" Italy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"What's up with Grumpy?" America asked, tilting his head slightly to Germany.

"Hm, I dunno," Italy blinked slightly, looking over at Germany. "He's been a little more mean and grumpy lately, I don't know why…"

"I can hear you two talking," Germany grumbled through clenched teeth and the two jumped slightly. "If you have something to say, save it for the break."

"Okay, jeez…" America muttered, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He noticed that the other countries also seemed relatively quiet. Was this because Germany was so irritable?

America sat in his chair, not really paying attention to what was happening during the meeting. He couldn't believe he had two more days of this…Why were meetings so boring…? Eventually, though, a break was called and America shot up in his seat.

He knew the exact person to ask about Germany's foul mood. He wasn't exactly supposed to be at these things, but he usually showed up anyway. Why, America had no clue.

He found the albino easily enough, talking with France and Spain about God knows what.

"Hey, Prussia!" America easily stepped between France and Spain.

"Yeah?" Prussia asked, his odd yellow bird nesting happily in his already messed up hair.

"I gotta ask, what's up with Germany?" America asked curiously. "I mean, he's more grumpy than usual, and even Italy doesn't know what's up."

"Um…" Prussia scratched the back of his head for a little bit while he thought things through. "Country issues. I don't really pay attention anymore, because I'm way too awesome for that, but it's got something to do with some new boss and a lot of people are unhappy."

"Huh…" America muttered. That was weird… Last he checked, Germany already had a boss, and he was relatively new… "Alright, then…" America turned around and started searching for Germany. He remembered last time Germany started getting grouchy, and that ended with World War II…

"Oi, don't try talking to him about it," Prussia sighed. "I did and nearly got a black eye."

"Well, now I'm definitely talking to him," America stated. He was the hero, he couldn't see something like this happening and just let it pass by.

"Do tell us how that goes, mon ami," Francis laughed.

"He's gonna die," Spain shrugged.

"Thanks!" America called back to them and started walking towards Germany.

Alrighty! Here's one of my new stories, Swapped! Pretty excited for it! Now, my updates for this will be weirder than usual, once a week, on the weekends. Now, this is because of a few reasons. The new writing style I'm trying out takes a while to write and I'm writing two other stories on top of this one. "Somewhere in Neverland" and a real novel. I will be on schedual for the majority of the time, though, so you won't really have to hope and wonder where I am.

Anywho, please review! I came up with this idea a while ago and tried to make it go away, but it just kind of kept staying and expanding itself. Just please tell me how you like it so far! They're probably going to swap at around chapter 3, so look out for that!

And I don't own Hetalia. Only time I'm putting this in here.