Chapter 1
Arthur was already fed up with Francis. That French bastard is annoying him and giving him a headache every time he jumped into his business, and ruined it just to fulfill his own indecent hobby of bugging him off. This time he'd have enough, and decided to give that bastard a lesson that he wouldn't forget in his entire existence. His green eyes were glinting horridly in the dim light, as he fixed his silverette colored wig. He was wearing an old man's disguise right now as carefully watching Francis, who is just sitting 3 rows in away of him along with his friends Gilbert and Antonio and having a drink. There is also Ludwig, Feliciano and Lovino seated next to them, looking like they were having a small celebrations with themselves; except for Lovino's frowning face.
He gave a triumphant look to a small vial that he is holding right now; the vial contains a translucent liquid in it. The Brit grinned upon seeing his own magical creation on his own hand, his epic creation that would surely turn Francis into a vurnerable being that he wouldn't imagined he will become. He gave some evil cliché look on his face and waited for the perfect time to strike. Until he saw a uniformed waiter reaching to the trio's table and took their orders. He grinned. That was his time to strike.
After a few moment of waiting, the waiter came back holding the trio's drink in his hands. And Arthur readied himself to strike. Slowly pulling a glass of water in the edge of his table and having it fell into the ground and broke into pieces. Arthur called the young waiter's attention and had him come to him before he got into the trio's table and asked for some help. The uniformed man reached to him coyly, and helped him clean the broken mess into the floor. Arthur was smiling triumphantly as the waiter put down the trio's drink in his table for the meantime to fetch some cleaning materials from the utility room. There's his chance to act in, his green eyes were glued to the three set of drinks in his front. There was a tequila, beer and wine in the tray; Francis usually drinks wine as far as he knew, and that made him pour the concoction from the small vial into the glass full of wine and stirred it up with a fork. After a few minutes, the waiter came back after he finished doing his stuff without the waiter noticed that he put something into the drinks in his table. The back of his mind is smiling upon his own evil thoughts, when the waiter left and head into the trio's table to serve them their drinks.
Meanwhile, Francis is initiated a drinking game with his friends; he called it 'random drinking game', and have Gilbert and Antonio to participate the game that he was pulling out. They all agreed and participated, by exchanging their usual drinks with each other just to change some routines and have themselves to taste each other's favorite drinks, because Antonio always drinks tequila, beer for Gilbert while Francis go for wine. They decided to pick their drinks randomly as the waiter served their drinks into the top of their table. Gilbert was first to boast of how awesome his favorite drink was when Antonio picked it up from the waiter's countenance.
"kexexexe… German beer is the most awesome drinks at all. You must be glad for having it as your drink, Antonio" he boasted as he picked a random glass from the table.
Francis formed a grimace on his face and took the last glass of alcoholic substance from the table, while Gilbert continued on blabbering how awesome his beer was. He took a gentle sip form the glass, and tasted it. 'Not bad' he thought, but not as good as his favorite wine, while Antonio was frowning slightly while drinking the beer from his glass.
"T'was not good as my tequila. Condénelo," he said and caused Gilbert to form a sly frown in his face.
"Oh, come on Antonio! Don't be an asshole, you knew it was awesome right?" Gilbert whined languidly and took the glass full of wine in his mouth and drank it straightly, like it was some sort of beer. "Well, your wine is not half bad Francis, but my beer is a lot more awesome!"
"Qui, mon cher, My wine is ces magnifique! But tequila is not half bad either." The French man uttered.
"Si Francis it was. But Lovino is far more better than your beer mi amigo" Antonio commented
But Gilbert seems not liking it and throw killer glare to Antonio. But before he could charge at Antonio, his stomach felt somewhat peculiar, something is rumbling inside his stomach and making him feel uneasy and almost going to puke. Gilbert held his stomach tightly as sweat started dripping all over his face; his throat gone dry and his skin went paler than its usual color. Francis and Antonio started to form a puzzled looks on their faces, while staring eagerly at Gilbert's paling face.
"Are you alright Gilbert?" they both asked in unison.
But Gilbert just ignored them and roused up from his seat and immediately head to the men's room quickly as he can, leaving Antonio and Francis looking in each other with awkward looks on their faces.
As Gilbert reached the men's room, he entered a cubicle and locked it form behind, leaving him and the toilet bowl alone. He started to throw up, still holding his stomach restraining himself to fall down. He reached for a toilet dispenser and hold up to it tightly for balance while continuosly vomiting into the toilet bowl. Having him throw up what he had eaten earlier. He felt that world is spinning behind him as his eyes started to get watery and blurry. After a few moments of purging, Gilbert was finally out of energy. His knees fell down into the ground with his body convulsing with a great pain and heat. He slowly took a lazy seat down to the floor and rested his tired body against the cubicle wall; and his eyes were slowly dawning into its own accord and closed up before everything went pitch black, and he fainted.
After an hour when Gilbert went missing, Francis and Antonio started to get worried and called up to Ludwig's attention who is just sitting next to their table with Feliciano and Lovino.
"Ludwig, have you seen your brother, Gilbert?" Francis started to ask Ludwig with a slight grimace forming in his face. Ludwig stared back to him, puzzled.
"I thought he was with you?" the blond German replied profusely.
"Well he left us earlier and didn't come back yet. It seems like he's hurting his stomach the way he acted earlier."Francis made a cross armed while leaned towards the table and reached for a glass full of wine from Ludwig's and caused the German guy to twitch.
"Have you searched for him in men's room?"
"No, we haven't"
"Well—" but before he could continued what he was about to say. A loud voice came screaming from somewhere in the bar they were in; asking for some help. Antonio, Francis, Ludwig, Feliciano and Lovino turned their gazes towards the voice direction and stood up quickly and leave their table to aid the screaming man. They stop as they reached the front door of the men's room, while a janitor was panting heavily and stared to them with a shocked expression.
"Help me, someone fainted inside." The janitor stated and gave way to the 5 men and opened the restroom's door for them. Upon entering, the 5 of them went shocked as they learned that the unconscious person is none other than Gilbert, himself. But something is wrong with him; his clothes were now bigger for him to wear and looked like he shrunk a little. Francis was the first one to get close to Gilbert and started to shake his shoulders to wake him up.
Gilbert waked up when he felt someone is shaking his shoulders, his eyes opened slowly as blurry image hovered over him. He still feel dizzy for the meantime and clung to one who is shaking his shoulder as his vision started to clear and see Francis face closer to his own, and peculiarly, Francis is blushing.
"Gilbert are you alright? What happened to you? Answer me?"Francis says as he continued shaking the dizzy albino in front of him.
"Stop it bastard you're hurting me, and why the hell you are blushing?" even still feeling dizzy he snarled at Francis.
"What the hell happened to you bruder?" Ludwig almost jumped into Gilbert and held his arms tightly. His face is also blushing as he laid his eyes on Gilbert.
"What's with you west? You're also blushing? It's un-awesome." Gilbert spat and roamed his eyes around only to see Antonio, Feliciano and Lovino is also flushing red and looking at him eagerly.
"Huh? Why are you looking at me that way? Is there something wrong with the awesome me? Have you realized it now that I'm far more awesome than any of you?" He grinned as he stood up from the ground and pushed Ludwig away from him. But his pants slid down to the ground and noticed that his body became more slender, and pulled his pants up quickly as blush started to spread across his face. He stared up to Ludwig and Francis and surprisingly Francis is much a head taller than him now and Ludwig is a one in a half head taller than him. He gasped upon the realization and took a step towards Francis and gazed at him, with now pleading eyes.
"Tell me Francis, what happened to me?"Gilbert muttered and suddenly noticed that his voice also went tinier and higher pitched than his usual creaky voice. He awed in surprise while Francis gave him a devious smile.
"Touch you're chest Gilbert and you'll see." Francis ordered
Gilbert reluctantly put his both hands into his chest, but to his more surprise, his chest felt soft and squishy; like melons resting in his chest but only softer like it was some sort of female breast. It was female breast, he have breast. His eyes grew widely open and stared down to his own chest, and he really did have a pair of breast and much bigger that the usual ones that he sees.
"What the hell.." she spoke silently while Francis held her wrist and dragged her along the restroom sink and have her face herself in the mirror.
"Look at yourself, Gilbert. You're quite a mademoiselle." Francis stated while his wide predatory grin won't leave his face.
Upon seeing her reflection on the mirror, Gilbert was astounded. She have a heart shaped feminine face, and her silverette colored haired grew long up to her back, her nose is small but upturned, she had a sexy and pouty lips, her lashes grew much thicker and she is now a head smaller than her original height. Not to mention that she has a pair of gifted and perfectly shaped bosom which she's holding with her now smaller but delicate hands. She was desirable even with her own standards. Her eyes won't leave her own mirror reflection and her pretty face crumbled with shocked emotions, while tears started falling down her face. She just turned into a girl.
"What the fuck—my Five meters were gone." She muffled a low tone and started crying.
