Allen woke up, blinking his eyes, then paused. Why was he in Matt's room? He sat up and looked around not remembering coming in here and by seeing Matt anywhere at all. 'Odd...' he thought to himself. He then felt something in his neck and went to bat it away only to realize it was his hair. 'Wait what?!' His hair wasn't that long, and it wasn't blonde either. He began to panic slightly, what was happening?

Matt woke up and immediately felt that something was wrong. He sat up and looked around, noticing that he wasn't in his room.

Allen started panicking more and somehow managed to end up falling off the bed and landed in the floor with a loud thud.

Hearing the thud, Matt got up and went into his room. "Allen are you-......why are you me?!" Mat asked, slightly panicked.

"Ugh....what?" he grumbled as he sat up and rubbed his sore head. He then froze once he did, "you- wha- How? Huh!???!" He started panicking more.

"Allen calm down." Matt walked over to him.

"You-! Me-?! How?!? What?!??" He found himself unable to form sentences and began hyperventilating somewhat.

Matt sat on the ground and hugged Allen, hoping to calm him down.

That did manage to relax him a bit and his breathing steadied out. "Wh-what's happening?!" he asked as he grabbed into his brother, or was it himself?, and hugged him back reflexively.

"I'm not sure...but I'll figure something out." He tried to reassure his brother.

Allen closed his eyes shut and tried to pretend that none of this was happening.

Matt sat there and hugged Allen, trying to figure out what was happening.

After a pause Allen looked up and asked, "wait.... You were asleep???..."

Matt nodded.

"......what is this? Some kind of twilight zone?..."

"......."

"....I was joking..."

"I know....it's just...odd to hear my voice with a joking tone...."

".......yes it is...." he replied, then smirked, "get used to it."

Matt rolled his eyes and sighed.

Allen chuckled out of habit then paused, "....man it's weird to hear you laugh...."

Matt nodded in agreement.

"......so......how do we reverse this?...."

"...I'm not sure...unless it just wears off..."

"Ugh...."

"........ Do I really sound like that?"

"....uh dude.... I'm in your body... I'm pretty sure I sound exactly like you at the moment..."

"....Ugh."

".....what?"

"Nothing this is just...confusing."

"Oh really? And here I thought it made perfect sense...." he replied sarcastically with a roll of his eyes.

Matt sighed. "Oh ha ha very funny." He said with sarcasm.

"No what's funny is you're stilling hugging me... Er you? Whatever we are...."

Matt immediately lets go of Allen and looks away with his arms crossed.

Allen looked down at his, er Matt's, arm, "......dang you're pale...."

Matt shrugged.

"Ugh....I don't know whether to call myself me or you....."

"You are Allen. I am Matt. End of story."

"Yeah, but I'm in your body and you're in mine... So would that mean that I call me you if I'm talking aboot myself? And call you me if- Ugh... Forget it I'm confusing myself..."
He paused then asked, "did I just say 'aboot'?!?"

"Yes, you did."

"......I hope this wears off soon..."

Matt nodded.

".....I don't know whether to say I'm hungry or you're hungry.....I'm me...but this is your body....so does that technically make you hungry?...."

"No."

"Are you sure?.....'cause it's your body so wouldn't that make you hungry?..."

"No."

"How do you figure?"

"Because it would just be even more confusing if I said that you were hungry and I was the one that wanted the food..."

"....not from where I see it.... Because I'm looking at myself, so if I were hungry and you were me it'd make sense to say that I was hungry because you're  in my body ....."

"Stop talking."

".....ugh fine.... What do you eat then?..."

Matt shrugged, "Food."

"......very helpful....so you want me to just shove some random crap that looks edible into your body for you to have to deal with later?"

"Well as long as it won't kill me or make me sick I don't care."

"Make you sick? Okay!" he stood and walked out the door headed towards the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

"Allen! No!" Matt got up and chased after him.

Allen, now the faster of the two, sped ahead of Matt and ran into the kitchen.

"Allen if you make me sick, when we go back to normal, I am going to kill you!"

"How're you going to do that if you're sick and can't move?" he taunted.

Matt glared at Allen. "Don't you dare."

His smirk grew, "hard to give me a good glare when you're not yourself~"

Matt walked over to the refrigerator, opened it, and grabbed the milk. "I'll drink it."

"....y-you wouldn't...."

"Try me."

Allen hesitated, the mere thought alone was enough to make him want to puke, "alright alright!! Just put. The milk. Down...."

Matt slowly put the milk back in the refrigerator.

Allen backs out of the kitchen to show he won't try anything, just to be safe.

Matt closed the refrigerator and stepped away from it.

Allen's, er Matt's, stomach growled. ".....would you feel better if you made something? Because I am seriously starving.... When was the last time you ate?...."

"..... Vegan pancakes okay with you?"

"What do you think, eh?...."
He paused, "did I just-?..... I'm going to go sit somewhere and contemplate life now..." He turned and walked back into the living room to plop face first onto the couch.

Matt started making vegan pancakes.

Allen sat up after a while and, after making sure Matt was still turned around, took the hair tie out of his, or rather Matt's, hair. ".....man, his hair is long...." he mumbled to himself.

After a bit Matt was finished and he set the pancakes on the table. "Allen the pancakes are done."

"U-uh....b-be right there!" He replied while he tried to figure out how to put the hair tie back in, and failing.

Matt walked into the living room. "Did you want maple syru- what are you doing?"

"Uh....it broke?" he said the first excuse that came to mind while making sure the hair tie wasn't visible in his hand.

"........"

Allen was about to say something else when a realization struck him, "wait..... When did you say was the last time you ate?...."

Matt turned and walked away, "I'll go get another hair tie."

Allen watched him suspiciously then followed after him, "you're avoiding the question..."

Matt walked to his room and grabbed a hair tie, he handed it to Allen then walked back out.

Allen grabbed ahold of his arm before he could walk away, "Matt... Tell me.."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He narrowed his eyes, "Matt...I can tell you haven't eaten in awhile...how long?..."

Matt sighed and shrugged.

"You can't not know..."

"I've been busy."

"So busy that you can't take a second to eat? How. Long?"

"......... A day," He lowered his voice to a mumble, ".....or three...."

"Three days?!" Allen repeated, shocked, so that's why he felt so weak...
"Why?"

Matt shrugged, "Busy."

"Doing what?" he questioned before his stomach growled again.

"...stuff."

"Ugh...." he bent over a bit the pain of an empty stomach finally getting to him. "Alright I'm gonna go eat those pancakes...then you're going to tell me what's wrong with you!" of course he didn't mean the harshness of the way he said the words, he was just concerned.
Allen walked back into the kitchen, hair tie forgotten as he sat down, and began eating his maple syrup covered pancakes.

Matt walked into the kitchen and stood behind Allen, he grabbed Allen's, er, his own hair and put it back in it's usual ponytail. He then went and sat down.

Allen let him and would've muttered a thanks but at the moment he was too focused on making his, er Matt's, stomach shut up.

Matt just sat there looking down at the table.

Allen finished his plate and, after some contemplation, decided not to lick the syrup directly off the plate.

Matt sat in silence.

Allen sighed and looked up at Matt (it was weird looking at himself without the aid of a mirror), "you gonna tell me? Or do I have to force it out of you?...."

"...... I just haven't had time. I had meetings and some poachers I had to take care of...."

Allen sighed once more, "....just promise me you won't do it again?"

"........"

"Matt..."

"......I'm not going to make a promise that I'm not sure I can keep."

"Matt.... Then why not just let me know when you're having trouble? I could always help with the poachers you know!"

Matt kept his eyes glued to the table.

".....Pourquoi ne vous laissez vous aider?!" he questioned, not noticing he'd slipped into French.
[why won't you let me help you?!]

"Because...." Matt paused. "I'm older. I'm not supposed to rely on my younger brother...."

"What?...." He nearly smacked himself in the face, "Matthieu... Obtenir de l'aide n'est pas la même que celle de s'appuyer sur quelqu'un. Vous n'a pas mangé pendant trois jours dans l'intéret!! C'est pas comme si je me bats vos batailles pour vous... plus que je me bats avec vous..."
[Getting some help isn't the same as having to rely on someone. You didn't eat for three days for goodness sake!! It's not like I'm fighting your battles for you... more like I'm fighting with you...]

Matt shrugged, "I would have eaten sooner or later and everything would have been fine anyways. I don't see why it matters."

"Et quelle qui aurait? ! Combien de jours plus vous auraient ? Avant que vous venez enfin s'est effondré-..." his voice grew louder the longer he ranted, couldn't his brother just see all the wrong in this?Allen still hasn't noticed that he was (angrily) speaking in French. 
[And when would that have been?! How many more days would you have gone? Before you finally just collapsed-.......]

Matt looked at Allen, "Are you just going to sit here and yell at me in French all day?"

"... quoi?..." he asked, confused.
[what?]

"You've been yelling in French this whole time."

Allen blinked at him, "....I have?...."

Matt nodded.

Allen groaned and laid his head down with an audible thump onto the table.

"Watch it! You're going to get maple syrup in my hair!"

"......."

Matt sighed. "......I'll let you know next time I have a problem with poachers.....and uh thanks."

"No problem," he mumbled from where he lay on the table, "but ya might not wanna thank me yet..."

"........."

When he leaned back up Matt could clearly see what he was talking about, "....a bit late for the syrup warning..."

"....ugh." Matt facepalmed.

Allen sighed, "..............I'll go wash it out...." He stood and headed for the bathroom.

Matt sighed and looked at the ceiling.

Allen went to the bathroom and took a quick shower to get the syrup out of his (Matt's) hair. When he was done he got dressed and, with a hidden mischievous grin, walked out of the bathroom. He brushed Matt's long still damp hair out of his face, "hey Matt!! Little help here?" he called.

Matt stood up and walked over to Allen, "What?"

Allen, who hadn't put a shirt on yet, held out bandages to his brother, "if you want'em back on you're gonna have to do it," he smirked. Matt's maple leaf shaped birthmark was clearly visible on his chest.

Matt glared but grabbed the bandages and started putting them back on, muttering angrily under his breath.

Allen would've chuckled if he felt he could've gotten oxygen, "uh you planing not to breathe later bro? 'Cause I can't...."

Matt loosened the bandages, still muttering.

".....you're muttering..."

"No I'm not." Matt muttered.

"Dude you just muttered that you're not muttering..." He sighed, "ya angry aboot the birthmark?"

"Shut up."

"......I have one too..." he admitted after a pause, then mumbled (half hoping not to be heard), ".......it's a star..."

Matt paused and looked at him then finished wrapping the bandages.

When he was done Allen grabbed Matt's old plaid shirt and threw it on. Now that he'd noticed (as he really hadn't before) the bandages felt odd wrapped around his chest, but he shrugged it off, Matt would probably force him to wear them anyway so why bother complaining?
He looked down at the shirt then realized he'd buttoned it with one button off while he'd been lost in thought. He sighed and began unbuttoning them so he could start over.

Matt, who saw that Allen was having trouble, started to fix the buttons on the shirt. "Let me get it."

Rather than protesting Allen dropped his hands to his sides and let Matt fix the buttons.

When he was done Matt straightened the collar and turned to go sit back down.

Allen couldn't help but think how weird this all was. He followed after Matt, having nothing else to do, and sat down on the couch as well. Allen looked over to awkwardly stare at the wall.

Matt stared down at the floor.

Allen narrowed his eyes slightly, "say Matt.... You ever get sudden dizzy spells?..."

Matt looked over at Allen. "Um....yeah I guess, sometimes... Why? Are you okay?"

As concerned as that answer made him Allen wasn't sure he could respond coherently through the room suddenly spinning. He slumped forward with a groan and placed his head in hands. He closed eyes before he got sick from seeing the world turning around him.

"Allen?!"

"Don' feel good..." He mumbled before he passed out and fell forward, landing on the floor with a hard thud.

Matt stood up and laid Allen on the couch. He went and grabbed the nearest chair and sat down, looking at Allen worriedly.

Apparently Matt's lack of sleep had caught up to him, or in this case caught up to Allen.

Matt stayed there, determined to stay put until Allen woke up.

After a good many hours he finally began to stir. Blinking open his eyes he furrowed his brow, confused, "hnn? Wha happ'nd?"

"You passed out." Matt replied, still sitting in the chair next to the couch. "Are you okay?"

"M'head hurts..." he groaned. He closed his eyes once more to block out the painful light.

"Try and get some more rest....that should help."

"If y'say so...." he replied before drifting off once more.

Matt sat there and stared at the wall. After a while he drifted to sleep in the chair.

When Allen woke up once more the first thing he noticed was that his neck felt stiff. Which was odd because he was laid down when he fell asleep...
He opened his eyes fully when he looked down and saw Matt lying on the couch. So that's why his neck was stiff, he'd been asleep in a chair...
Then the reality finally caught up to his mind, 'we're back in our own bodies!!!' he thought to himself (not wanting to risk waking Matt by speaking out loud).
He looked over at the clock on the wall and realized that they'd slept all night. Allen then stood, carefully as not to wake Matt, and fixed some coffee in the kitchen.

Matt woke up after a bit and noticed that he was laying down instead of in the chair that he remembered falling asleep in. Then he realized that he was back in his own body. He let out a sigh of relief and got up.

Allen was leaned against the counter watching and waiting on the coffee to finish.

Matt walked into the kitchen.

Allen looked up at him as he entered, "so..... How'd that happen in the first place?" he asked.

Matt shrugged, "I don't know."

".....well.... Let's not ever do it again...." he deadpanned.

Matt nodded, "Agreed."

"Coffee?" Allen asked after the coffee maker finally beeped, signaling it was done.

"Sure."

Allen poured them both a cup and drank his plain. Matt poured nearly a gallon's worth (in Allen's opinion) of maple syrup in his his before he even took a sip.

They stayed there, leaned against the counter, for a while until their coffee was finished. All the while conversing of different thugs with a few moments of silence in between.

They both may have a lot of arguments from time to time (to time....) but they could both agree on one thing. This had been the weirdest day ever....