"Where is he?" Jenna wondered out loud to herself, laying out on her woven blanket that she had sprawled out on the ground. Next to her was her chosen picnic lunch: a container of barbecue pulled pork, a couple kaiser buns, and a container of cole slaw. She also had two cups of lemonade, not necessarily because she knew José liked the drink, but when she had been packing for the picnic it seemed like the most appropriate beverage for the occasion.

"'Sorry, Jen. But you know it's much cooler to show up fashionably late.'" Jenna muttered in a mock Mexican accent, reciting exactly what she pictured Mexico saying. "Well, you know what, José? When I invite you to a picnic and ask you to show up at 1, you should probably not show up a half hour late." She grumbled.

"Hey, I see you didn't start the party without me! I'm flattered, really." A voice sounded from nearby. Jenna kept her eyes trained on the wide open Texas sky, figuring whoever was talking wasn't talking to her, since wasn't Mexico's voice. However, when she felt somebody flop down next to her, she was forced to look over to see who was trying to steal her pulled pork.

Like she had guessed, it wasn't Mexico, but a white man with long, wavy dirty blonde hair and sparkling, indigo eyes. He had stubble lining his chin and his jawline. His clothes were much more colorful than Mexico's as well.

"Okay, are we gonna eat or what? I need me some grub after listening to those European countries gripe about nothing but immigrantion. They all look at me like I can control how many Muslim refugees are flooding their borders. I blame America complaining about illegal immigrants from my country. He's so immature; I mean, yeah, people sneak over but that doesn't define me as an entire country." The man rambled, leaning back on heels of his hands casually like he didn't just barge into Jenna's picnic.

The man spoke with a Mexican accent and talked about the World Meeting as though he was Mexico, but Jenna wasn't a moron.

"Uhhh, who are you exactly?" Jenna inquired, leaning away from him slightly as she watched with wary eyes.

"Huh? What're you talking about?" He glanced at Jenna in confusion.

"I mean, I don't know who are you. The only blonde countries I know are America and Canada and I guess Russia too. But I certainly don't know you." She stated simply.

"Ummm, I'm not blonde, Jen. You rarely see naturally blonde Mexicans, although I guess nothing is impossible."

"Well unless I'm color blind, you have blonde hair." Jenna repeated.

"You sound stup-" The country was cut off mid-sentence when Jenna whipped out her phone and turned on the front camera, before shoving it in the country's face. His indigo eyes widened in horror. "¡Oh Dios mío! Me concertí en un blanco! Ah, la humanidad!" He cried, covering his face dramatically before leaning forward and pressing his head into the picnic blanket in shame.

Jenna flashed an amused smile. "Okay, maybe you are José. Want some lemonade?"

"Sí, but keep yours away from me; I wouldn't want to make it salty with my tears." He muttered through both his hands and the blanket.

~~~~~

Annalise sat in the living room of her house, patiently waiting for France to arrive as she scrolled absentmindedly through Wattpad. Usually the blonde would opt to just remain in her room but she didn't want France to wait too long at her door. Luckily she wouldn't have to deal with her family while France visited because they had all went to a festival today and would be there for a while.

Annalise didn't mind the idea of France not being able to meet her family. Her brothers might scare him away, and her parents would most likely get concerned at the fact that she was hanging out with a man old enough to grow facial hair.

There was a few delicate knocks on the door and Annalise eagerly popped up, doing a quick jog to the door before opening it. She gave France a wide smile and was about to greet him verbally when she paused, realizing that the man at the door was definitely not France. He was a few inches shorter than Francis and was of a Hispanic ethnicity. Both his eyes and his shaggy black hair were black.

"Salutations, petite soeur." The man smiled kindly. "How are you-"

He was cut off by Annalise's shrill scream as she slammed the door in his face, locking it as quickly as her fumbling fingers would allow. "Uh, Lisey? Are you alright?" He inquired, his tone rather alarmed. Annalise ignored him and dialed Hope's number quickly, praying she would pick up even though she was having a Marvel marathon at the moment.

"Annalise, seriously, we're trying to watch Iron Man 2."

"This is important." Annalise whispered, backing away from the door while the strange man was still knocking and begging Annalise to let him in and tell him what was wrong. "There's a strange man at my door pretending to be France."

Hope paused for a second on the other side and Annalise waited with baited breath for her to respond. "Actually, as weird as this is about to sound, that probably is France at your door."

"Uh, what?" The younger sibling muttered in confusion.

"Yeah, the same thing happened over here. Ivan was in Canada's body, and Matthew was in Russia's. And I talked to the other girls and it's been happening all over. China and Hong Kong switched, Poland and Australia switched, the Italy brothers switched, America and Japan switched, and Germany and Prussia. My guess is that France switched bodies with another and just doesn't realize it yet. Show him a mirror or something." Hope finished. "Okay, now I'm gonna to click play on the movie, so don't call me again. Goodbye."

"Bye." Annalise said warily as her sister hung up. She tentatively went to the door, which she unlocked and opened slowly. France lunged inside, grabbing Annalise in his arms and pulling her close. "Oh, Saskatchewan! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why did you close the door so abruptly? What happened?" He gushed, rocking her back and forth slightly as he hugged her.

Usually, Annalise had no probably with France's sometimes aggressive hugging, but when he looked like a completely different country it made her slightly uncomfortable. She wriggled out of his grip awkwardly. "Francis, do you feel... different?"

"Well, I feel like you've grown a couple inches since I last saw you." He explained.

"Well, I don't think I grew. I think you shrank." Annalise stated, grabbing her phone of the couch.

"Ahh, don't be silly, cher sur. I have been this age and height since the Roman Revolut-" Annalise turned on her camera and put the phone to the country's face, which paled in horror. "What? How can this be? I am hideous! My gorgeous hair, my perfectly sculpted features, my beautiful physique- gone! I'm now just some wretched, second-world country!" Francis-as-José cried, burying his face in his hands as he fell to his knees rather dramatically.

"You don't look that bad, Francis." Annalise giggled at his response. She didn't like that he was upset but it was still rather entertaining to watch.

Suddenly he removed his hands from his face, his brown eyes hardening. "Angleterre." He hissed in realization, shooting back up and whipping out his phone. He clicked on the contact and tapped his foot impatiently as it rang. Annalise could hear a male voice answer and Francis instantly began going off.

"HOW ABOUT YOU EXPLAIN TO ME WHY THE HELL I AM IN MEXICO'S BODY?" France shouted angrily, which probably caught the Brit off-guard, considering it wasn't France's voice speaking. He attempted to apologize, but the switched country continued, "YOU THINK YOU ARE SO CLEVER WITH YOU FANGIRL HARRY POTTER MAGIC, BUT THIS IS  NOT A JOKE, YOU IRRITABLE SWINE! I DEMAND I BE RETURNED TO A BEAUTIFUL STATE IMMEDIATELY."

Annalise couldn't make out Arthur's exact words but she could hear the apologetic tone in his voice, which was surprising given England would usually snap back at France for speaking to him in such a manner- he must have really felt bad about the whole situation.

"See to it that you do." France growled into the speaker before hanging up the call. He looked back to Annalise and gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry you had to see that, Annalise. I usually try not to get so flustered around ladies, but-" As the switched country spoke, his body began emitting a white glow, and he paused in surprise. Then, he blinked in confusion as it faded away.

He locked eyes with Annalise, and raised a brow. "Uh, I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but who are you, and what am I doing here?" He inquired, his accent no longer French.

"Are you... Mexico?" Annalise questioned. 

"Uh, how'd you know that?" The country took a nervous step back.

"I'm a mind-reader." Annalise lied teasingly.

"Oh man," José muttered, reaching up and rubbing his temples, "today just keeps getting weirder and weirder."