"Love like woe"
A/N: I do not like my new schedule it's screwing up my life! Anyway, I'm so sorry I left this fic hanging. Kill me now… quick before you lose your chance.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own APH. If I did England would be tied to Russia's flagpole at every episode.
Matthew gripped at the cold and rusty steel pipe, panting and catching his breath as he waited for that usual pain of transformation to kick in.
He squeezed the metal object so tight it turned his knuckles white; five minutes later, something odd had happened.
NOTHING HAPPENED.
As in literally nothing happened.
What was going on? He couldn't have had miscalculated the time did he? Why wasn't he loosing the colossal boobs?
"Oh maple! I must've done something wrong!" He exclaimed ever so lamely and bolted up to their front door scrambling for the house key. He ran up the stairs with great haste and slammed the door of his room shut.
"What's up?" Said the confused Swiss blonde at the very freaked out Canadian.
"What's up? You're asking me 'what's up?'! Look at me!" He said, pointing to everywhere on his body.
"Is this one of those insecure moments anorexics have? Cause if it is I'm out of here."
Matthew groaned in frustration and paced the floor, biting his soft girl nails in anxiety,
"I'm freaking out, Vash! Totally freaking out! I think I'm going to have a seizure"
Vash got out of his chair and gripped at Matthew's shoulders, "I don't get it. What are you so freaked out about?"
Matthew sunk to the floor, his shaking legs barely able to hold his weight, "IT'S MIDNIGHT—it's midnight and I haven't transformed back to my old self. What am I going to do? My family's going to be here any minute and Arthur will have an induced coma once he sees…. THIS"
"What? Your huge chest?"
Matthew wept hopelessly, grieving like he never did before. Worst than the time Alfred "accidentally" threw his pet gerbil in a wood chipper.
Vash cradled the hopeless Canadian on the floor, "Calm down, Mattie, everything's going to be alright. Now hang on just a minute and I'll call a friend"
"This is no time to chat nonchalantly on the phone, DO SOMETHING!"
"What are you yelling at me for?"
"I don't know! Aren't you my godmother or something?"
"Excuse me?"
And just before they could argue any further, they heard a soft slam at the door and a familiar British accent called out to Matthew,
"Matthew? Are you asleep?"
They were frozen.
What if Arthur came up to check on him? What does he do then?
"Lie down on the bed and shut the lights, I'll go hide in the closet."
"But…"
"No buts… Just go"
Vash went in Matthew's small closet, crouching down to fit himself nicely. Just before he could catch Matthew in his 'girl form', Arthur went in the Canadian's room and looked at the sleeping lump on the bed. The light from the moon shone down on Matthew's golden hair, reassuring Arthur that he is fast asleep.
After the Brit left the room, both blonde sighed in relief.
"He bought it. But not for long. Sooner or later you're going to have to leave this room and when that happens, you're doomed"
"Gee… Thanks for the pep talk", Matthew said with a hint of sarcasm as he combed his blonde hair with his hands.
"Shut up I'm on the phone."
"Gil, are you alright? You seem a bit dazed."
Elizaveta started, joining Gilbert on the couch, "Perhaps you're tired, you know you could go to bed now, Half of your guests are leaving, the other half is just waiting for you to ask them to leave"
The German silverette just leaned on the couch and sighed deeply, recalling over and over the kiss that had happened between him and Maria. Elizaveta on the other hand could only look at him with defeat, "Whatever it is Gil, I suggest you don't think of it too much", she patted him on the back and left heading towards the kitchen.
"Shit. I think I'm in love"
"You really didn't have to fetch us from the party Arthur, we could totally like get home ourselves"
"Don't argue with me and go to bed"
"Where's Matt? I haven't seen him since we got home"
"Probably, like, in his bed being all wimpy and girly"
"aiya! What do you mean he won't return to his original form? What did he do?"
"If I knew would I be asking you? What will we do?"
"I don't know. What did the boy do in the party anyway?"
"Why in heaven's sweet Swiss alps would I know that?"
"Ask the boy! I fear that he might have done what I'm afraid he'd do"
"What? What is it?"
Matthew, all throughout the phone conversation had been sitting in his bed eying Vash hopefully, praying to the high and mighty lord that the Swiss had already found the solution to his problem. But from what he is seeing right now, he's better off saying goodbye to his undeveloped male body.
"He might have kissed a boy who fell in love with his 'other' state"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean if it so happens that he kisses a boy who fell in love with his woman side, he'd stay that way forever— unless a miracle came up and said boy fell in love with his guy side—which is virtually impossible since the odds of even a bisexual guy falling in love with both a boy and a girl at the same time are least likely to happen"
"Okay, let's not panic…"
"…"
"It's not like he was much of a boy anyway"
Matthew shot a glare at Vash, Whatever it was that they were talking about, he's pretty sure that he's not coming on too well to this so called friend.
"Listen; tell him what I told you—"
"And…?"
"I don't know, that's all I got"
"I know! I have an idea"
"Yes? What is it?"
"You said if he kissed the boy that fell in love with his woman side, he'd stay like that forever, right?"
Matthew's eyes grew as big and in the shape of saucers when he heard the most unpleasant thing in his life. Could it be true? I mean, it is flattering but… seriously? Gilbert? Fall in love with him? (Not so technically him but anyway… him?) Oh but he was in no position to be flattered right now. He marched right up to Vash and tapped the Swiss impatiently, a questioning and confused look on his face. Vash just shooed him mutely and went on.
"Yes, I thought we established that"
"What if we made the boy fall out of love? You know… like in those bad Reese Witherspoon movies"
"I think you're making enough sense since the whole thing does sound like a bad chick flick… go on"
"Then maybe if he found another woman to relish his eyes upon, Matthew would go back to normal. Maybe even end the curse for good"
"Not a bad idea Vash. Do you think we could pull it off?"
"Oh c'mon, Matthew is already a big turn-off, what more could you ask for?"
"Hey! I'm still here you know!" The Canadian protested, crossing his arms against his woman chest.
But pushing that aside, if he did hear it right, he might just break the curse for good! What great news! But why was he feeling a bit uneasy? Could it be that he doesn't like the idea of Gilbert falling out of love?
Scratch that! Maybe confusion got the better of him and he forgot his lifelong dream: to escape from the cold clutches of this stupid, stupid curse.
"I just might agree with you on that. Call the boy's foster dad and ask him to let Matthew stay with you for awhile."
"Are you nuts? That pasty Brit won't let me"
"Tell him its science camp, it'll only be for a few weeks, until then make Matthew write them letters, it'll be a smooth plan. Trust me"
"Alright, but I don't feel good with the plan"
"It will work Vash. I swear with my wok it will work."
Vash sighed and shut his phone; he turned to Matthew, a bitter smile on his face. He felt sorry the boy had to go through all this.
"Pack your bags Mattie; looks like you're going to Science camp."
Matthew nodded, feeling the sympathy Vash had been emanating from his aura, he packed all the things he'll be needing and tuckered his sleeping panda cub on his portable cage.
"One more thing Matthew,"
"Yeah?" He asked, not looking to Vash as he packed busily,
"Who was that boy you kissed and how did you manage to make him fall in love with you?"
Matthew could only give Vash a weak smile. He doesn't want Gilbert to be involved, he felt like he's playing with the innocent German.
"He's drunk again" Roderich said to his former wife, who was cleaning up after the guests had left,
"Never mind him, he seems upset all night. Let him go to sleep"
"But he's drooling on my good pillow" the Austrian said as he pointed half-heartedly at his soaked pillow.
"Better put that on containment before Gil's virus get to you" Interrupted the blonde German who carried with him a trash bag full of cans of beer and soda bottles.
"Don't worry I'll burn it for you" Elizaveta added with a slight giggle at the end of her sentence.
"What's up with Gil anyway?"
"Who knows… the boy might be in love"
There was complete silence between the three of them before they all burst out laughing.
"Good one Eli! And who says you can't crack a joke?" Says Ludwig who was wiping the tears out of the corners of his eyes.
A/N: Sorry the fic is short. I'd be updating this time while it's Christmas cause Imma do a Christmas special! Love you guys! Please be more patient with me?
What'll happen next? Anyone have a good Christmas song?
