Ok, my own oneshot ideas have concluded. That being said~

Now I'm doing requests that were requested BEFORE I made the announcement! Which means I'm still not taking requests! I only have a few to do, so I should be taking requests again in March.

This request from mother-to-all where Canada and America switch places for a day!

Also, slight CanAme cause I can (no smut scene but is implied)

Love you my Starlings~

Kimiko Lee

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It was a Friday night and the two New World bros were drinking at a Canadian sports bar. Canada was on his fifth shot of whiskey while America was on his third beer. The two were conversing loudly, as the bar was filled with cheering Canadians while the hockey match was broadcasted. The two were laughing as they made playful jabs and jokes about one another, having a light air about their surroundings. Alfred was still fairly sober while Canada was totally smashed, so Alfred ordered some more food so he could try to sober up his big brother. Just as he placed the order for two large platters of poutine and two plates of their Canadian bacon stuffed mozzarella ball cabobs, his phone rang. Alfred went to excuse himself but the drunken Canadian snatched his sleeves.

"Alfieeeee~ Where ya goin' ehhhh~" Matthew slurred. Alfred gently placed him back into his booth and straightened him up.

"It's my boss, Mattie. I'll be right back," Alfred walked off to answer the phone. When he came back in ten minutes later, he found Canada had eaten all of the food he ordered. He wasn't mad about it, at least Canada would be slightly sobered up. He sat back into his side of their booth and drank a sip of beer.

"What was that aboot?"

"Just some paperwork I forgot to file," Canada snickered at the response.

"Yea right, eh! Like you ever do actually work,"

"Hey! I really do!" America's cheeks were red with anger.

"I bet you have it so easy! Your government has a lot more employees than I, eh! I'm sure there aren't as many problems like mine!"

"Is that a challenge, Matthew?!" Canada smirked and America smirked back, "ok then. Starting Sunday we will exchange spots and nobody is gonna know. Whoever taps out first treats the winner to anything they want!"

"You have a deal!" the two clunk their drinks and took a big gulp.

SUNDAY~~~

America had slept in Canada's bed and Canada in America's. Nothing was changed and their schedules were the same as if the other was living their life. They each left a calender on their kitchen counters to show what they needed to do.

America~

He enjoyed sleeping until 9:30 AM and getting a hot shower, using Canada's clothing to hide the fact the two switched. He slicked his hair back with gel, so this way Nantucket didn't stick up. He carefully put in violet contacts to play up the role and look the part. He then fed Kuma and packed his suitcase, locking up the house and driving to the nearest Tim Horton's.

Canada~

The elder twin groaned when Alfred's alarm began to blare loudly from the oak nightstand. He rolled over and looked at the clock, the red numbers flashing 5:45 AM. He got up and took a quick shower, slicking his hair back and putting in the blue contacts. He dressed nicely and brewed some coffee, filling a stainless steel container with the hot liquid. Adding a few sugars and one creamer he flew out the door to get to the hall by 7:30 AM.

America~

Once he got to the meeting building, he was greeted by Canada's secretary, Sierra.

"Hello, Mr. Williams! I'm afraid you have three meetings today as well as a few files that need your approval. You have tea time with Mrs. Trudeau at noon before you go to the ice rink for hockey coaching. From there you're free so please relax," Sierra handed Alfred the documents, politely nodding. Going to "his" office, he sat down and read over the files and signed them with his brother's signature perfectly.

Canada~

Canada finally got to the Meeting Hall after three detours (damn bus lines and snow delays), he was met with two men in suits that had no ID lanyards visible.

"Mr. Jones, you are late! The boss needed you ten minutes ago!" Matthew was pushed down the hall hurriedly before he could even get a word in. The door slammed behind him and he quickly sat in his seat and began taking notes. The pace was quick up until 11:30 when one of the same unidentified men brought him a bag of salad.

"Lunchtime Mr. Jones! Eat it quickly, you have another meeting with Birchkill in fifteen!" the man rushed out as Canada scarfed down the food.

America~

Alfred enjoyed his calm tea time and went to the icerink, meeting a bunch of young boys. He strapped on his skates and the group of guys had fun while Alfred taught them how to block and hockey stop to prevent a goal.

By the time he was done he decided to go back to his apartment to relax and prepare a nice meal for his brother.

Canada~

By 1:30 Matthew was exhausted. He laid his head on "his" desk when a woman with gray hair came in.

"Mr. Jones!!! No resting!!! You still have all these documents to sign!!! Then you have an appointment with Phil Murphy of New Jersey to discuss the guidelines of being a sanctuary state and sign off! Then you-" Matthew couldn't even comprehend the rest.

"Jesus Murphy, Alfred... How are you still alive, eh?"

End of the Day~

By the time Canada was able to go home, it was close to 8 PM. He trudged into Alfred's apartment, finding it smelling of warm beef stew and fresh bread. The fireplace was glowing warmly and the house looked cleaned to the nines. He dropped the briefcase and took a deep inhale of the yummy smell. Alfred came into the kitchen, clothed in Matthew's red and white maple hoodie and black yoga pants.

"Bout time you got home! I'm making supper! Go shower and relax while I finish up!" Alfred smiled and walked back into the kitchen. Matthew walked upstairs, took a scalding shower to relax his tense muscles, and came out refreshed. He was wearing a baggie American Flag sweatshirt and navy sweatpants. Both of them had taken out the contacts and let their hair be their hair. Alfred set up to placemats in front of the TV by the fireplace, pouring them tall glasses of cold water. Canada instantly sat down and ate happily as Alfred turned on "Blades of Glory" so that he could laugh. The two ate in silence before Canada spoke up.

"I'm sorry Alfie. I thought you slacked a lot of the time. You geez, is every day like that?"

"Yep and Sundays are normally the calmest," Alfred took their finished bowls and put them in the sink. He washed the dishes while he let Matthew relax. Once he finished he went back to the couch and sat next to his brother. Mattie instantly cuddled into him and inhaled deeply.

"You don't have the luxury of this, do ya? To have someone be home to cook for you after a long day and clean your house. That's why it's always a mess and you eat so many fatty foods. I owe ya an apology. If any nations were worked that hard by their government they'd right then kill themselves, eh"

"I've been worked like that since the end of World War II. There have been days even now where I'll go a few days without rest just to make sure I don't fall behind them. That's why I'm such a kid at meetings, I need it. I need to be a kid somewhere Mattie, anywhere," Alfred's voice cracked and a small tear fell from his eye. Matthew sat up and wiped it away, pulling Alfred into him and snuggling him. The elder kissed Alfred's forehead and rubbed his back as Alfie quietly cried.

"Shhh, shhh Alfie. I'm here for ya," Canada whispered as the two laid there. The movie was paused and Matthew just stared at his little brother, who had begun to regain his composure. After wiping his tears he took a deep breath and rested on Canada's shoulder.

"Sierra was really nice. She didn't yell at me. Nobody did," Alfred smiled and snuggled impossibly closer. Matthew gulped as he noticed his brother's supple lips and soft skin rubbing against his exposed neck. Without much thinking, Canada gently clasped America's cheek and guided his face towards him. The two's lips met with a soft tenderness that only a spring breeze could possess. The kissing continued and got rougher by the minute and Alfred found himself pinned to the couch. Alfred nodded to his brother and the elder proceeded to release all his sexual tension.

Canada and America continued this for years, Canada releasing Alfred's tension and Alfred taking Canada's stress. The two grew to appreciate one another on a whole new level. Canada grew very protective of Alfred after the day he lived in America's shoes. He would threaten ANYBODY who even joked about him being lazy. Everybody eventually found out about their sexual relationship, and after recording it for evidence *cough* yaoi *cough* they decided to confront them. Matthew explained everything about his day of being America and how their sex helped relieve some pent up stress. The nations inquired more and Matthew went step by step on what he actually did. The countries realized that Matthew was being honest, finally agreeing that...

Being America was tough.