((HELLO, I HAVE COME BACK ONCE MORE!

Ok, listen. I was browsing through some artwork of the Nordics on Zerochan when I noticed...when I see the characters switch clothes (especially Finland, Iceland, and Norway) I actually have a hard time telling that they switched. This gave me a WONDERFUL idea: clothes switch fic!

Now, I know I could have gone with Iceland and Norway. But no. Finland and Norway is better, because not only do they have similar hair colors and eye colors (I noticed that Iceland's eyes, though purple, are more on the reddish side) and that it would be that much funnier if Finland went around being stoic and mysterious.

But enough about that. Onto the fic.

Hetalia doesn't belong to me!))

It was hard to believe that the whole situation started with a simple joke.

"Good morning, everyone!" Finland called, walking into the dining room as breakfast was being made.

"Morning," said the bored-looking Iceland and Norway, who were both lazing in the chairs.

Sweden, who was cooking that morning, said a simple "morning".

"Hmm...Denmark's not up yet?" Finland said casually, taking a seat. "He's usually the first one up."

"I think this is a good thing," Norway commented flatly. "He always wakes me up with his stupid stomping around the house."

Finland sweatdropped.

As if on cue, the loud THUMP THUMP THUMP of Denmark's boots resounded from the stairs, which made everyone look up to see what the hyperactive Dane was so excited about now.

What greeted them was the strangest thing they'd seen in a while.

Denmark stepped into the kitchen, wearing a long blue military uniform, a black shirt and tie, black pants and long boots. He was even wearing his hair down—his hair looked flat when not spiked up.

"Yo!" Denmark greeted, cheerful as ever.

Everyone (even Finland) gave Denmark the most literal "0_o" stares.

"Why the hell are you dressed like Sweden?" Norway, Iceland, and Finland asked in unison. Sweden was giving Denmark the darkest of glares.

"I wanted to joke with you guys!" Denmark answered simply. "I was going to dress up like Norway, but then I remembered I'm way taller than hi—GACK!" Denmark got cut off as Norway started to strangle him with his tie again.

"If you were trying to trick us, you failed," Finland deadpanned. "You don't anything like Sve."

"Plus, even you did look more like Sve, your constant shouting and laughing would've broken the masquerade," Iceland added, tone just as blank.

"My thoughts exactly," said Norway, releasing the tie.

Once his face had gone from blue to pale again, Denmark sweatdropped. "Fine, fine, I get it. You know what would be awesome, though? If one of you three switched clothes or personalities or something!"

"WHAT." Finland, Norway, and Iceland looked at him incredulously. Sweden raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yeah!" Denmark said. "Take Fin and Norge!" He walked behind them and patted their shoulders. "Same hair color, almost the same eye color, almost the same skin tone! Look!" With that, he took off Finland's beret and Norway's sailor cap and placed them on the other's head. "See?"

Indeed, the two did look similar. Iceland and Sweden peered at them, then at Denmark.

"I'm not finding this all that amusing," Finland admitted. Norway huffed.

"Yeah, enough clothes-switching," said Iceland, turning to the kitchen. "Let's just get on with breakfast."

"OK! I'm starving!" Denmark almost skipped to the kitchen, with Sweden following them.

All who was left in the room was Finland and Norway.

"Here," Norway said, handing Finland his beret back. "I wish I could get that Dane to shut up."

"Aw, don't be too harsh on him," Finland said, giving Norway the cap. "He's just being Denmark. Besides, it's not like we look too much alike, right?"

Click. An evil plot suddenly hatched in Norway's mind. He inwardly grinned and turned to Finland. "I have an idea."

Finland looked curious. "What kind of idea?"

"If Den wants to see us switch so badly, we'll do it," said Norway. "We'll both go a week dressed up as each other, and see who can figure it out."

"I dunno," said Finland. "Wouldn't be easy to figure out? I can't talk like you or act like you that well. I can hardly imitate Denmark!"

"I can teach you," said Norway. "Maybe cast a spell or two. Let's make it a bet: whoever can go the longest without someone figuring out that we switched wins. If I win, you'll be my magic apprentice for a week."

"And if I win?" Finland prompted.

"I'll give you the best Christmas cookies my country has to offer."

Finland's eyes went wide. "You're on!"

((Uh oh.

Anyway, hope you like it thus far! Broken Speakers, Asian Quickies, and Wonderful World of Clumsy Hetalia will update this week, I think. I'll soon be getting to work on that fantasy/adventure Nordic fic, too.

Hasta la pasta!))