Would this be considered a little Nyotalia? Er. . . Probably not. ^3^' This chapters short i know. It always looks bigger when you're writting it down on paper. -.-' This idea formed in my head while I was watching a movie about the Holocaust. .-. Well anyway, here it is! Please leave some reviews. I love and appreciate them oh so much. :3


Matthew found himself alone. Again. Kumojiro sat silently on his lap. Pawing at Matthews cup of coffee he had forgotten about. Finally deciding to get up, Matthew walked out the door of the conference room and headed to the door. Arthur suddenly came running around the corner with his black magic cloak on.

"Stop right there Alfred!"

Matthew turned around. "Huh? I'm not Alfred. I'm-"

"Enough of you're talking you wanker! I've finally come up with the perfect thing to get rid of you!" Arthur lifted up his wand and pointed it at Matthew.

"Wait! I'm Ca-"

A blast of green light came from the tip of Arthur's wand. Streaming right into Matthew's chest. He dropped Kumojiro from the impact and was enveloped in smoke. The smoke had also wrapped around Arthur as well. Making him cough and wave his hand around to clear the smoke.

Let's see Alfred try and escape this deadly spell I concocted just for him! Arthur smirked to himself. His smirk faltered when he saw a shadow of a figure materialize before him.

"God dammit! You bloody git! What will it take to make you go away-" he shut his mouth. His voice sounded octaves higher. Much more feminine than his normal voice.

It must be the particles in the smoke. Arthur concluded. But when he moved forward he noticed something. The swaying of his own blonde hair. Swinging back and forth. Lightly touching the back of his bare knees.

What the bloody hell. I swore I put pants on today before I left. Arthur looked down at his feet so see his pants and his boxers pooled around his ankles. It was when he looked down that he noticed. . .

"BLOODY HELL! I'M A WOMAN!"

"U-um, is that you Arthur?" he heard a meek voice ask.

The smoke had begun to clear up by now. Before him stood two big disappointments. One, it wasn't Alfred. Two, his spell was a failure.

There stood a girl with long wavy dark blond hair. Glasses askewed on her face. A stunned expression in her eyes. It must have mirrored Arthur's own look.

"Oh hell. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Who are you?" Kumojiro tugged on Matthew's saggy pant leg.

For once, Matthew didn't have an answer. He simply stared at his reflection in the hanging mirror just behind Arthur.