Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoy this story. This author's note probably won't really change for the rest of the story, so you won't have to read it after you've read the first part. I'll put the story info here, I guess.

Title: Switch-A-Roo

Rating: T

Description: "Did you see the new kid? Gilbert, I think his name was. Yeah, he's weird. He doesn't change in the boys' locker room, his voice is a little strange, and the way he walks is almost like a girl! Oh, and did you notice he always wears a hat? Yeah, he's definitely a strange one."

Warnings: AU, fem!Prussia, PruCan, USUK, some swearing. (I'll post a big !LOOK! If there's a warning for a certain chapter.)

No matter what she says, I am not going to an 'All Girls Etiquette School'. Nope, not going. So why am I dressed in a plaid skirt, white button up shirt, and plaid tie? It's all part of the plan, you see? I tell Mom that I'm walking to school, so I need to leave earlier. That's partially correct. It takes about thirty minutes on foot to get to the all girls school, but that's not where I'm going. I'm going to the all boys school, which is only about ten minutes away. The reason I leave earlier is so I can change. Then, after school, I'll just drop by the gas station to change again. Pretty simple.

I wonder what it'll be like. Entering in the middle of the year...I'll probably be all friendless and stuff.

"'Bye, Mom! See ya, West!" I don't know why I call my older brother 'West' instead of Ludwig. I'm not even sure where I got the name from.

I jog to the gas station and enter the bathroom. The boy's school doesn't have a uniform so I'm safe going with jeans and a t-shirt. The only thing I have to avoid there is anybody finding out my gender and West. He's older than me, so we most likely won't have any classes together.

Speaking of classes, do you want to know how I got a schedule in the first place? Well, my friend Feliks would much rather be in a girl's school than a boy's school, and we pulled the ol' switch-a-roo. Switching names was pretty easy, too. We just had to explain that there was a 'misunderstanding', and that my name is Gilbert Beilschmidt, the boy who's supposed to go to that school, and that Feliks is Felicia Lukasiewicz, the girl. Surprisingly, they believed it.

The gender thing will be easy. Mom taught me how to bind my chest, should I find myself in a situation where the females are executed. She's a little kooky, but I'm grateful for her. This is probably one skill I'll never forget. Who knows? Maybe I will find myself in a situation like that.

After changing, I gather my long silver-ish hair on the top of my head and clip it there. Then, I put on a purple baseball cap. Purple isn't too weird, right? I've seen boys wear purple hats before. There we go! Now I can pass off as a boy.

I leave the gas station and start walking to the school. Soon enough, I'm there. Some of the boys who go to the boarding school that the school doubles as are already milling about around the lockers. I guess I must be a bit early. I take a little extra time arranging things in my locker before shutting it. A few of the boys just stare at me. Is my cover already blown? I shake my head slightly. No, it can't be.

Around seven forty, more boys start to come in. By seven fifty, the hallway is extremely noisy. Now would be a good time to get to first period. I look at my schedule. Wow, this school is weird! We're supposed to be here at eight, but first period doesn't even start until eight thirty. I begin to trek across the giant school building towards where my first period classroom and all of the other classrooms are when a hand touches my shoulder.

"You're going the wrong way," a Spanish-accented voice says.

I see a boy with brown hair and a friendly smile. "I am? But it says..."

"The thirty minutes beforehand, we have to go to a club room. It's how they do attendance here," he informs me. "I'm Antonio."

"And I'm Francis," a voice whispers in my hear.

I flinch with a 'waah!' escaping my lips. "Uh...I'm Gil-" I clear my throat to cover up my mistake of almost saying 'Gilda'. "I'm Gilbert."

Francis throws an arm around my shoulder. "You will be our friend, non?"

"Um, sure...?" I'm not sure whether that sounded like a question or an answer, but I think they took it as an answer.

Now Antonio has his arm around me, and I'm stuck in the middle of two boys I just met. Maybe this is what boys always do. Instead of just standing there awkwardly, I put my arms around their shoulders. That's what I'm supposed to do, right? We start happily walking toward club room 306, Antonio explaining that we're all most likely in the same classes. He says that all the new students usually get put into their class. I look towards the floor a little as we get near West because I don't want him to recognize me. I notice he's being followed by a boy who looks like a little lost puppy, and I snicker a little at the sight.

"Zat's Feliciano. He follows Ludwig around wherever he goes," Francis tells me when he notices me looking. "It iz quite funny."

A boy who looks identical to Feliciano comes up to him and starts telling him off for following around someone. There are quite a few curses in between each word, and it seems like he ends every other sentence with 'dammit!'.

"And that's Lovino, his brother," Antonio says. "Isn't he adorable? Looking out for his brother like that."

"Yeah, sure," I say awkwardly.

"Antonio's always liked the weird ones," Francis comments. "I prefer ze good-looking and actually pleasant ones. He goes after ze ones I don't like. What type of boys do you prefer?"

"Erm..." This is awkward. Does he know I'm a girl, or is he asking if 'Gilbert' is gay? I decide to answer both honestly (even though it doesn't matter which one I answer; he'll still assume Gilbert is gay.) "I like the quiet, smart types."

"Zere's not many of those around here, Gilbert." Francis winks at me. "But I might be able to find you someone."

I blush a little. We soon come to large brown doors with the gold numbers '306' on them. I release myself from in between the two boys and open, holding it for Antonio and Francis as they walk through. There are quite a few people there already, and I start to wonder whether we're late or not.

"How nice of you to join us," an old, strict-looking lady drawls. Yep, we're late. "And who might you be, young man?"

For a split-second I forget she's referring to me, but I reply, "I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt, ma'am."

"Ah, yes. The new student. I'm Mrs. Krumse. Take a seat over there with your...friends," She spits the word 'friends' as if it were venom and gestures towards the back of the room where Francis and Antonio are seated.

Some of the boys stare at me as I walk down the aisles towards where she gestured. Mrs. Krumse starts to take roll, and I conclude that she does not want to be here. After what seems like eternity, she finishes roll and disappears into her office, telling us to not bother her until the remaining time is up.

"So she just lets us sit and talk?" I question.

Antonio nods. "She hates having to deal with us. Besides, we don't learn here anyway. The most we learn is the important events that will happen this week, and even those are just written on the board. At least you could introduce yourself to everyone."

"Yeah," I agree.

As if on cue, a couple of people stroll up to the desk. Well, one of them runs up.

"Hey, dude!" the boy who ran up greets over-excitedly. He has brown hair with a part that sticks up, glasses, and he's wearing a bomber jacket. "You're the new kid! I'm Alfred! Whoa, you're eyes look like they're red, dude! That's totally badass!"

"Um, thanks," I say, unsure of how I'm supposed to react. "You have nice glasses...?"

"Come on, dude, you don't have to compliment me back! That's such a girly thing to do!" This Alfred guy sure says 'dude' a lot.

"I'm sorry about my brother," a soft voice says. A boy that looks almost identical to Alfred seems to materialize next to him. "I'm Matthew."

"I'm Gilbert, but I guess you already know that, huh?"

After Matthew eventually has to drag Alfred away (it's a good thing, too. Alfred was beginning to annoy me.), a few more people introduce themselves. There's a British kid called Arthur (but I think I'll call him 'Eyebrows'. Besides, don't guys call each other stupid names?), a boy that looks like he'd be boring and very stuck-up called Roderich, an Asian boy called Kiku, and a few other people I don't really pay much attention to. Feliciano also comes up to introduce himself (with a not-so-happy looking Lovino being dragged along with him) in a sing song voice. I notice that he tends to add 've~' to his sentences every so often, sort of like how Lovino adds 'dammit!' and that one Chinese boy adds 'aru!'. And I can't forget that creepy Russian kid that adds 'da' and just watches everybody. I think it's especially creepy when he looked at me and started making a weird noise that sounded like 'kolkolkol'. Is that even normal?

The bell rings, and the teacher comes out of her office for just a moment to dismiss us with a wave. Antonio waits by my locker with me while Francis is off flirting with one unlucky boy. He comments on how clean it is compared to other he'd seen. I shrug and follow him to first period.

The school is divided into two buildings, and they are both connected by a bridge because one building is on one side of the river, and the other is on the other side. Building A has all of the club rooms, the lunch room, a theatre, and rooms where only teachers are allowed. Building B has all of the classrooms, a gymnasium, and a field is outside for playing sports. There is a pathway going from Building B to the dorms where the boarding school students stay.

I have an odd fear of bridges-I always think that they're going to suddenly fall under my feet while I'm walking over them, and then me and everybody else on the bridge will drown and die-so I walk slower than Antonio across it. Noticing this, he starts to slow down and match my pace.

"It's alright. This bridge is really stable, so it won't break. Not even if three hundred elephants were on it," he reassures me.

"There's still a possibility it could fall!" I protest, trying to keep my voice from going all high-pitched. "Then we'd all die by either our head hitting the rocks-and-slash-or-bottom or drowning!"

He mutters something that sounds like 'loco' under his breath. Out loud, Antonio says, "I suggest you run across. What if the bridge falls while you're-"

I don't even let him finish his sentence. In an instant, I'm across the bridge. I am not gonna die because I was going too slow on a bridge! Antonio catches up, laughing. Right before we enter the classroom, Francis re-joins us. He's grinning.

"Do I want to know?" I ask, partially to myself and partially to them. I've only known these guys for about half an hour or so, but I can already guess that Francis probably has some things to say that I'd rather not know about.

"Probably not," Antonio answers. "If I don't want to know, you probably won't want to know."

I sit down at the desk the teacher gestures to. It's two rows ahead of where Francis and Antonio are, and I'm next to that Matthew boy. I guess he isn't too bad, except-

"Aw, you're lucky, Mattie!" Alfred says from behind us. "You get to sit next to the new kid!"

"It's not polite to refer to people as 'the new kid'," Matthew sighs. "You call them by their given names."

"Who are you? Artie?" Alfred snorts. He begins to mock a British accent. "I'm Arthur and I'm proper! I don't like it when people are rude! Except I can make exceptions for Alfred because he's so handsome and wonderfu-"

As he sits down, Arthur hits Alfred on the head with his notebook. "Bloody hell, do you ever not talk?"

"Ow, that hurt, Artie!"

"Don't call me that."

"Meanie." With that, Alfred sticks his tongue out at Arthur, and looks in the opposite direction. After only a moment, he turns back and says, "Okay, I forgive you. Can I borrow a pencil now?"

I'm just sitting their awkwardly watching their conversation. Wow, this is probably going to be an extremely awkward day, isn't it?

First period turns out to be history class. There wasn't anything interesting there, besides the fact that Alfred talks through the whole entire thing. In fact, he talks through every class. I'm not even sure how he manages to pass! I noticed that when he was handed back a test in second period-which was English, by the way-and whispered 'Yes! A plus!'. Third period was Math, then there was French (that Francis had an advantage at), then lunch, then Science, and now it's time for gym class. I already worked out a plan for how I'm going to change. I discreetly slip into the bathroom and change in one of the stalls! Easy!

When I get into the gym, I find out that the coach is a former army soldier. Oh, God, no. That means-

"Today we're doing boot camp! After that, do ten laps around the track! Remember, we've got the rest of the day to do this, and we will use all of that time if we have to! Now run, troops, run!" he booms.

I hurriedly begin at a random station, Antonio and Francis soon joining me. This is going to be terrible! I only hope the bandages I used to bind my chest don't slip. That, and that my hat doesn't fall off. Thankfully, I had pinned it so it was attached to my hair. Three hundred jumping jacks, five hundred push ups, one hundred pull ups, four suicides, five minutes of a plank hold, and ten laps later, I am collapsing in the locker room, where I put my backpack.

"That...was...torture!" I pant, reaching in my pack for a water bottle.

"At least he let us off easy today. Usually we'd run until class ends, but today it was only ten laps," Antonio says.

"We have to do this every day?" I exclaim.

"No, no! Usually when we do boot camp, we run until class ends. It's probably because you're here. Usually, it's much more intense," he tells me.

I stand up and try to lift my backpack. My arms are literally shaking. Oh, gosh...if I can't carry my backpack, then everybody will definitely know I'm a girl. Instead, I suck it up and try to lift it again. I fail. This time, instead of lifting it first and then putting it on, I lean down so I can slip it on my shoulder. Then, I stand up with it on. Much better...

I follow Antonio back to the gym. He tells me that we're allowed to sit and rest until everybody else is done. He also says that Francis is usually either last or second to last because he tries to persuade the teacher that he can't do boot camp because 'he's too beautiful to be seen walking around all sweaty and disgusting'. I laugh at that.

Around thirty minutes later, I say goodbye to my new friends and immediately start walking back to the gas station. I hear Matthew and Alfred behind me. Oh, crap! If they follow me, they'll notice that I won't come out of the gas station as a boy. Please don't notice me, please don't notice me...

"Hey, Gilbert, dude!" Alfred calls, running up to me. "Dude, you live around here, too? That's so cool! I've seen this one girl in my neighborhood that just moved ahere around a week ago, and she looks sort of like you. She has the exact same hair color as you! My mom knows her mom, but I've never met her. She's not really my type anyway, so I decided to save her for someone! And that someone is you!"

Oh, so he knows Gilda? Wow, that means he'd know me if I walked out of the gas station as her.

"We should walk home together! That way, I can know where you live, and you can know where I live. But not 'cause I wanna stalk you or anything, but so we know where each other lives if we wanna hang out!"

"Um, no," I refuse. "I actually have to go buy dinner for my family, and I don't want to hold you guys up." That's somewhat true. I do have to buy food from the gas station (the only reason I buy it is because I'd never eat gas station food myself. I'll know what's from there if I buy it.).

"Oh...okay, maybe tomorrow then!" he offers.

"Uh, maybe."

"Awesome! Come on, Mattie! I'll race ya!" With that he takes off.

"See you tomorrow, Gilbert." Then, Matthew picks up his pace a little to catch up to Alfred.

How does Alfred still have energy after that torture? I change back into the uniform I wore this morning after spraying perfume on and un-binding my chest. Then, I buy some weird brand of chips my mom told me to pick up.

Opening the door, I announce that I'm home. I'm the first one home, since there is no response. I set the bag of chips on the table and walk upstairs with my thousand-ton backpack. I'm finally relieved of the weight, and I flop on my bed. Gym really tired me out. Maybe because I'm a girl, or maybe because it really was hard work. I hear West walk in and call up the stairs.

"Are you home, Gilda?"

I open the door and walk downstairs. He never asks whether I'm home or not unless I'm needed downstairs. It was like that back in the other town we lived in, and it's most likely the same here. "Yeah?"

He looks at me. "You look like you just endured your first boot camp at my school."

I avoid his eyes. "Well, we had to do some really tough things at Etiquette School."

"Don't try to lie. Feliciano told me about the new boy called 'Gilbert'. Besides, I saw you in the hall with Francis and Antonio."

"Please don't tell Mom! She'll literally kill me!" I almost beg my brother. I give him puppy eyes. "Please?"

He rolls his eyes. "Fine. But be careful around that Francis. I've heard nasty things about him."

I hug him, surprised that he gave in so quickly. "Thank you!" With newfound energy, I run back up the stairs to my room and start on my homework. Maybe this school won't be too bad.

Author's Note: And there you have it! Please tell me whether you like it, hate it, or if you have any suggestions. Please let me know if you find any mistakes! ^.^" I might not be too good at writing France or Germany, so if you have any tips, those are welcome, too. Thanks for reading, and review, please!