Feli was worried sick. He had lost his cool and shouted at Ludwig. He had no idea he would take it so hard. He had fainted. And he was not waking up.

He was unsure about what to do, but he knew one thing: it would be not good to let him lie on the floor. So he gathered all of his strength and carried him to his bed.

Once he had finished putting on his pajamas, he sat down beside him. He couldn't help but notice how relaxed he looked when he slept. Well, he thought sadly, at least the way he sleeps didn't make a one – eighty too…

He decided that since he was not risking to be raped, he could sleep by Ludwig's side. However, this time he slept with his shirt and boxers on.

When Feli woke up, Ludwig wasn't in the bed anymore. Frightened, Feliciano hastily dressed, wondering where he could have gone and whose vital regions was he trying to invade.

"Oh. You're awake already. That sure is a miracle."

Feli turned suddenly.

Ludwig was at the door, dressed in his trademark army uniform and with his usual serious expression.

Feli couldn't believe his eyes. "Ludwig? What happened to you?"

Ludwig looked at Feliciano, a confused look in his eyes. "What happened to me? What do you mean…?"

Feli's eyes lit up. He ran to Ludwig and hugged him. "Ludwig, Ludwig, you came back! You're… you! This is wonderful!"

Ludwig blushed in the hug. He awkwardly patted Feli on the head, asking him "I never went anywhere. And of course I'm me. Who would I be?"

Feli didn't even bother with a reply. He got on his tiptoes and kissed him with passion.

Ludwig blushed even harder. When Feliciano decided he needed to breathe, he said "Uhm… yeah, I'm glad to see you so… uhm… lively early in the morning…"

Since Feli didn't seem to catch his drift, Ludwig got him by the shoulders and peeled the very happy Italian off from his body. "Look, you have to calm down. This is not proper!"

Feliciano didn't mind. He smiled very wide and said "You're right, this is not proper at all! I'll go make breakfast! You deserve a special one!"

With that, he skipped happily from the room, leaving a very red in the face Ludwig in his wake.

After their brakfast was over, Ludwig asked something. "Feliciano, how come I don't remember anything of the last few days? I was at the party, and then I woke up this morning. What happened in the meantime?"

Feli looked up. Should he tell him the truth? Well, he was going to find it out very soon anyway. No nations that he knew of were any good at the whole "keeping secrets" thing.

"Nothing, you just drank a potion that England mistakenly gave you instead of France and your personality has changed a bit. You… uhm… let's say, if I was in a room with you from yesterday and the Bad Touch Trio, I really wouldn't know who to escape from first."

Ludwig choked on his beer. "Wh-How-WHAT?"

Feli gave an amused smile. "It's true, believe me. You were going around asking people to become one with you, seizing vital regions and invading Austria's house. Now that it's all in the past, it was actually really funny!"

Ludwig went through many shades of red. Then got up with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Uhm… Ludwig? Where are you going…?"

He simply spat through gritted teeth "I think I'll pay England a visit."

"Francis? What is this?"

Francis looked up to se what his awesome friend was talking about. He had a ripped page in his hand that said "… for the subject to desperately want to go back to his usual state."

Francis shrugged. "I have no idea. Just throw it out."

"Alright, but I'll be awesome about it!"

In the meantime, somewhere in the United Kingdom, a thick – browed man was running for his life from a very not – pleased, gun – wielding, foaming – at – the – mouth blond fellow.

fin. Or is it?

There. And sorry, but Arthur didn't make it.

=D