Author's Notes: IT'S THE DAMN PLOT BUNNIES!! I SWEAR!!! T^T *cough* Ahem! Excuse me for that but I had to make that clear before I say that I'm sorry for not updating "To Rock or Not To Rock" since I've lost the plot bunny and the document for the second chapter. Umm... What inspired me to write this piece of crack? Well, I didn't see that many fanfics of England crossdress (but then again I'm not looking hard enough) but I have seen so much fanart of it that I was actually inspired to write this! ... That and the fact that this could possibly happen! ... Even though I did not research anything on Poland's football team or if they even have one nor if England has ever played against Poland. So yeah, just pretend and it's fanfiction come on! I don't want someone bitching at me saying "You stupid American! You have no clue and yadda, yadda, yadda, etc." -_-; I'm sorry, okay? ;^;

Warnings: Feliks being himself, Arthur's potty mouth, probably misuse of British slang/lingo/whatever it's called, and possibly crossdressing? =D Viewer's discretion is somewhat advised.

Disclaimers: Axis Powers Hetalia and its lovely characters are owned by Hidekaz Himaruya. I own nothing but my mind and the idea of this fanfic.

Extra: This fanfic might have about 6 or less chapters, it depends on my mood. =|

The Bet and the Loser

It was rather a nice day, a bit less than perfect but still good enough for a splendid game of football. Arthur Kirkland shielded his eyes from the sun as he inspected the field before him. He sighed as a slight wind blew past him freshening the air, the nostalgia flowing out of him.

"Of course I'm not nervous." The Briton stated to himself. "It's just I ate something funny." Arthur looked towards the field again. "Yes, that's right."

"Yeah, like that's so totally right!" A new sarcastic voice agreed. "You like totally ate those disgusting burnt things. What did you call them? Hockey pucks?" Arthur turned around abruptly to face the Pole.

"They're scones!" Arthur shouted. "And they are delicious!" He scoffed.

"Like excuse me, Mr. PMS." Feliks said as he stuck out his tongue. "Just like making an observation." Feliks huffed, his blonde hair blowing backwards in the wind.

Arthur ignored the insult since he was a gentleman and he would settle this in a nice friendly but competitive game of football. Arthur smirked as he thought that it would be an easy game since the Pole rarely ever acted like a real man, since Feliks mostly acted like a teenage American girl who cared mainly about her popularity and looks.

"Like Arthur, are even listening to me!?" Feliks shouted as he waved his hand in the Briton's face.

Arthur smacked his hand away from him. "Of course I am." He scoffed at the pouting Pole.

"You so were totally not!" Feliks accused, jabbing Arthur in the chest with his index finger. "Hey it's squishy!" He exclaimed joyously poking poor Arthur in the chest multiple times.

"Will you cut it out!?" Arthur snapped shoving Feliks away. "And it's muscle."

"Like I was just having fun." Feliks pouted as he pretended to be hurt. "You always take everything so seriously."

"Then beating you in this game shouldn't be as hard as it is to get you to listen to me!" Arthur shouted at the Polish man, and immediately regretted the fact that he let his sarcasm get the best of him. "Feliks, I'm sorry-"

"Like if you feel that way, then you're wrong!" Feliks said rising out of his shock and depressed state. "I'll like totally beat you!"

"Like bloody hell you will!" Arthur argued, his apologetic sympathy draining out of him. "You can't even focus on scolding me let alone a bloody football." He smirked.

"Do you like wanna bet!?" Feliks asked determinedly.

"Let's make a bet!" Arthur agreed. "If I win you must dress like a proper gentleman and not like a woman in anyway shape or form." Feliks gulped audibly, looking around nervously. Arthur had him in his clutches.

"O-okay." Feliks agreed reluctantly. "And like if I win," Feliks said with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Then you like totally have to wear whatever I tell you to."

"What!?" Arthur cried out, feeling as if he was knocked off the face of the Earth.

"What's the matter?" Feliks asked sarcastically. "Are you like chicken or something?" He smirked and Arthur didn't like it.

"Of course I'm not." Arthur said as his composure reformed. "Alright." He said stick his hand out to Feliks. "Do we have a deal?"

Feliks did not hesitate to shake his hand and the bet was official.

"Get ready to lose, Kirkland." Feliks said as he walked away.

As soon as Arthur was sure that Feliks was far away to listen, he let out a cry of frustration. Arthur backed into the wall and slid down to the floor.

"Why?" Arthur cried in his hands. "Why did I make that stupid bet?" He looked up and took a deep breath. "There's only one thing to do." Arthur paused as he looked to the now filling stadium seats. "And that is to win." Arthur gulped and was more determined than ever to win this fight.

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The game had started about two hours before and the scores were showing the slight lead to Arthur's advantage.

Yes! Arthur thought, rejoicing in his mind. If my team and I can keep this up, Feliks will be eating his own words while dressing like a true man! Arthur looked over at the other team, who were clearly in a state of confusion with Feliks trying to get them "pumped up" while dressed as a cheerleader.

Arthur chuckled at the Pole and thought that he was quite pathetic but not in a negative way. He was somewhat smiling when Feliks came up to him.

"Like bet you're like getting cocky right now, right?" Feliks asked frightening the Briton.

"Of course not!" Arthur retorted with a cool composure. "And do not materialize out of nowhere; it's quite rude."

"I'm like so totally sorry." Feliks whined. "But like just remember: Looks can be deceiving." Feliks stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Just like when America declared independence from you-"

Feliks was cut off by Arthur's fist colliding with his cheek, causing Feliks to fall backwards. Although the punch was quite forceful, it lacked the power behind it.

"You have no right to bring that up." Arthur glared down at the Pole, who was starting to tear up and rubbed his cheek.

"Like that's the last straw!" Feliks shouted at Arthur. "I'm like so going to win that you won't even see it coming! My team and I will rise out of this like a phoenix and totally win!" Feliks retreated back to his side of the field and disappeared in the crowd of players.

Arthur just stood there in mild shock. "You know, he reminds me of someone." Arthur said his voice trailing off as a picture of Peter flashed in his mind. "Yes, just like him." Arthur sighed. As the game started back up again.

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"What the bloody hell!?" Arthur screamed at the score board as if it would magically return to the previous score. "This can't be happening!"

Feliks walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It like totally is." Feliks giggled as he looked up at the score board. "I so totally beat your ass!"

Arthur removed the hand from his shoulder and figuratively shrank down to absolutely nothing. He dreaded the words that would come from the Polish man's mouth sooner or later, reminding him of the worst mistake of his life.

"Now you like so totally have to let me dress you up!" Feliks rejoiced grabbing Arthur's arm and started to drag him towards the exit. "You'll like completely fabulous, Arthur!"

Arthur groaned as he was dragged out of the stadium to a car, obviously Feliks'. "I've never lost something like this in my life." Arthur sighed, defeated.

"Ah, but what about that time with A-" Arthur growled lowly, warning Feliks that if he brought that up again that he would be torn from limb to limb. "Sorry, sorry!"

Arthur rolled his eyes as he half forced himself and was half shoved into the car. "Where are we going exactly?"

Feliks, who had ran to the driver's seat, looked at Arthur as if he had asked the most idiotic question in the world. "Shopping of course!" Feliks exploded from all the fabulous ideas that were popping into his head. "Oh Arthur, you'll look like so adorable in a skirt!"

"WHAT!?" Arthur screamed bloody murder.

"Oh come on, they're like those things that you wear. What were they called again? Kilts or something?"

"But kilts are part of my culture." Arthur retorted. "Skirts are meant for women only!"

"But like you totally have the legs to pull it off!" Feliks huffed. "Besides, you agreed to the bet and you have to wear anything I tell you to." Arthur murmured something inaudible under his breath and Feliks perked up. "Or I'll give you as a present to Francis or better yet Ivan!"

"No! I'll wear the skirt!" Arthur pleaded. "Just don't send me to that frog or Russia!"

"Okay!"

"But I'm not wearing a skirt to meetings." Arthur threw in that statement to make sure Feliks did not buy formal women's suits. "And I'm definitely not wearing dresses either."

"Geez, Arthur!" Feliks sighed. "Do you like think I'm like that crazy to make you wear that kind of item to a meeting? Even I totally don't wear skirts to meetings, since all of them are absolutely psycho!" Feliks whined. Arthur nodded in agreement.

They sat in silence for quite a few moments, soaking in the quiet atmosphere. This was probably the first Arthur had ever had a real conversation with Feliks where it wasn't about the other's choice of clothing or war related events. It was actually quite nice and Arthur found himself smiling for a bit.

"Like we're totally here!" Feliks exclaimed as they turned sharply into a parking space. Arthur hit the side door.

"What the bloody hell are you doing!?" Arthur screamed at the smiling Pole. "Are you trying to kill us!?"

"Joy-killer." Feliks pouted as he got out of the car. "Come on! Let's go shopping for you!" He practically pulled Arthur out of the car and dragged them into the nearby store.

Well this is going to be some adventure… Arthur thought as they entered the store, which just so happened to be filled with pink girly items. "Bullocks…" Arthur groaned under his breath.

This week, let alone today, was going to be hell on the British man as he and Feliks braved the stores and shopping districts in search for clothing that suited Arthur.

Thank you for reading! Please take the time to review because I love it when people actually compliment or critque my idiotic fanfics! =D

Next chapter should be posted on Saturday or Sunday. ... I hope... ^^;