Short lil' chappie here in which I mess with the POVs a lot. Happy late Easter and Happy April Fool's! XD
Arthur's POV
I wasn't sure why Alfred wasn't talking to me. I'd long ruled out the option there was something wrong with his throat. He was talking to that frog after all, he was loud and I'd heard him. His voice had sounded different, though I'm not sure how. I still recognized it as his but something just seemed… off. On top of that, he was acting so strange and secretive. Francis seemed to know what was going on though. Why'd he tell that stupid cheese-eater what was wrong and not me? I promised him I wouldn't get mad or laugh but I honestly don't know what to expect at the moment.
And what was that 'Alfreda' stuff about? Was that frog giving my boyfriend nicknames? Or not nicknames because Alfreda is longer than Alfred… And why something like Alfreda? That sounded sort of feminine… But leave it to Francis to come up with something like that for my Alfred. But why was he apologizing that he couldn't help? Well Francis is weird so I suppose that might not mean much…
I glanced over at Alfred who was leaning his head against the window, arms crossed over his chest. We were approaching the road to his home, and when we reached those crossroads, I continued straight rather than going right.
I saw Alfred sit up and look around out of my peripheral vision. He'd noticed I turned the wrong way and I was keeping on the wrong road, just waiting for him to question me. If I could get him talking then maybe I could coax him into telling me what was wrong.
Alfred's POV
Arthur passed the road he needs to take to my house… So where were we going? Why was he driving straight? Was this a ploy to get me to talk? Did he suspect something? Was he trying to hear my voice? I looked up and around, trying to get him to notice my confusion. If he saw my confusion and didn't say anything that would confirm my theory on him trying to get me to talk.
Only too bad for me, because if he did notice, I couldn't tell. So, just assuming that's what he wanted me to do was talk, I leaned back and returned my gaze out the window. He didn't say anything and kept his eyes on the road.
It wasn't long until we pulled into a McDonald's. What were we doing here?
"Alfred, I'm not sure if you've eaten yet, but I'm guessing you're still probably hungry," Arthur said. I watched him, suspiciously and nodded, just because I'm always kinda hungry. "So, I'll get you whatever you want from here." Oh that's what he was doing. "If you just talk to me."
Wow. Arthur stooping to bribery with food to get me to talk to him? He must be either like really curious or totally worried or something… I sorta just wanted to talk to him to make him stop worrying- if he was, that is.
"You don't even have to talk to me in the car if you don't want to, I just at least want to be sure you'll tell me when we get home."
I let out a sigh and nodded, giving in.
Arthur's POV
Yes! I knew those greasy fast foods would win him over. I hadn't been completely sure that he would tell me at home so I turned my failed attempt to get him to speak into a way to assure that he'd talk with me! Brilliant.
"So what do you want?" I asked him. He didn't answer. "A burger? Two burgers?" He seemed to be waiting for me to just list a bunch of stuff so he could nod in response. "Three burgers?" He nodded. "What kind?" He just shrugged so I took that as a, 'whatever'.
I ordered him some burgers, a thing of fries, and a milkshake. I didn't get anything for myself because the last thing I need is to put a bunch of junk in my body.
Alfred munched away on his trash food the entire way home. He even finished it before we reached his driveway. "Hop out, and take your trash inside to throw away if you're finished." Alfred nodded and did as he said. "I'll be inside in a moment."
Third Person POV
Alfred walked inside, throwing his trash away in the kitchen's trashcan. He let out a yawn and then went to lie on the couch. He unzipped part of his bomber jacket and necked inside to see if he still had boobs. He did and he poked at them curiously. Knowing Arthur would be inside soon, he zipped his jacket back up and then pulled a cushion under his head, grabbing for the remote and flicking the TV on to entertain himself while he waited for Arthur.
Arthur came in a few minutes later and turned around after shutting the door. He approached Alfred on the sofa but stopped, blinking.
"Alfred, what's with your jacket?" He asked. Alfred looked down and quickly covered the visible lumps on his chest with his arms. "What do you have hidden in your jacket?" Arthur asked him. After a moment of silence, "Come on, you said you'd talk to me if I got you food." Arthur walked over and pulled his arms away, Alfred just letting him do so and not saying anything.
Arthur unzipped the bomber jacket and then tilted his head, completely confused. "That's funny Alfred it looks like… you have breasts?" Arthur said, not really sounding as if he was finding it funny at all. Now this time, Arthur poked at Alfred's boobs. "What's wrong with your… chest?"
"I'm not sure… I… turned into a girl I think…"
"Alfred- that doesn't make any sense! How could you have-" Arthur stopped.
"You went through my spell books. You must've read them out loud. Did you?" Alfred was quiet. "Alfred," Arthur said sternly.
"I… Well I was trying to see if I could pronounce the words… but…" Alfred paused for a minute, watching Arthur.
"So what does this mean? You're a girl. Is your… Florida… gone? Er… um… different?"
Alfred nodded. "Yeah…"