Mathias considered himself a very lucky man.
He never really knew what happened nor remember it, but if this was the outcome of that binge drinking party he, Gilbert, and Arthur participated in, he had no regrets.
Of course, "this" being sprawled naked on top of rustled dirty sheets at a motel room with two hot chicks sandwiching him.
Ah, life was good. Life was very, very good.
Usually, mornings after those disastrous (what the other nations called it but honestly he begged to differ - to borrow Gilbert's words, they were awesome) drinking nights were full of pained groans and empty promises about never doing it again (which none of them keep, already planning their next night out not even a few weeks after), but this time, although his head was still pounding hard and his body ached so much (in a good way, he couldn't help but remind himself with a grin) he had never felt so satisfied. The only problem he really had was that, like he earlier said, he remembered nothing of it.
Oh well, not a problem really. The girls were still here and he's sure he could ask for an encore before they parted ways - who could resist this hot piece of danish meat anyways?
Too bad really he had no earlier memory to compare or base it with.
A groan from his left side caught his attention, making it known that one of the females had woken up. He couldn't help the grin already forming on his face as he turned toward her. Already, an invitation for another roll on the sheets was on his tongue only for him to hold it back when he caught sight fully of the woman.
White. Everything was so white. From the skin that covered her whole body to the long tresses that pooled around her, making the pair of blood rubies that her eyes were to glow like neon paint against a black canvas. The sight looked so familiar he could do nothing but stare at her in a mixture of confusion, awe, and curiosity.
The woman did the same to him. "W-wha-? Mathias?"
Gilbert. The woman was Gilbert. He had no idea why he came to that conclusion, but it just seemed awfully right.
The woman was fucking Gilbert.
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, backing slightly away from his now-very-much-woman friend. Unfortunately, in the process he managed to whack the head of the other woman.
"Bloody hell," a light voice hissed, British accent so deep it could only belong to one person. "I was sleeping!" She scowled, glaring dangerously at Mathias. Mathias only gaped in return, staring openly at the blond - definitely Arthur, he was the only one who could possibly produce a scowl that deep and dark - woman.
Arthur's face immediately turned blank.
"O-oh," he-she back tracked, a slight pink crawling on her cheeks as she regarded Mathias again. "Terribly sorry about that, my dear."
?
What?
My dear?
"Huh?" Was the only intelligent thing he could utter. And, for the first time in that morning, he noticed how light his voice had become. His face paled. Slowly, as he was still contemplating if any of this was real or not, he lowered his head to his chest. A curtain of shaggy waist length - but not as long as the one Gilbert had that looked like it went pass hi-her bum - hair fell on his face as he got an eyeful of cleavage.
The first thing that crossed his mind as he stared at those bountiful lumps of fat that had suddenly sprouted on his chest was at least, his were bigger than theirs.
The second was that he had become a woman - scratch that, the three of them had turned into females.
Gilbert was the one who addressed the elephant in the room and laughed that weird hissing laugh of hi-hers. "This is so awesome! We've turned into chicks! Really, really hot chicks." She laughed again.
Cue high pitched screams.
Well, Arthur's high pitched scream. Gilbert was still busy laughing at their current predicament while he found himself admiring his new body.
A/N: Not edited nor proofread. This was hastely written on my tab so please ignore any mistakes and I'll get back at them when I could finally get hold of a desktop.
