Well, it took me a couple of months just to come up with a crappy ending :P I apologize to all the followers of this story and thank you so much for even reading it w really, it's because of you guys that I even finished it. This is the end for this story. I'm terrible at endings so forgive me if this disappoints you.

And again, sorry for the long wait (as always).

"Matthew?"

" I think I'll stay the way I am." Everyone looked at Matthew reducing her face to heat up.

Arthur kneeled in front of her. "Why? I thought you wanted to be a guy again."

"Arthur, I don't want to go back to being invisible. No one noticed me before, not even you. I'm staying this way. As a girl."

"Matthew, are you sure about this?"

She nodded with absolute conviction to her decision. " I don't want to be a ghost anymore. I like being noticed. It makes me feel like I'm actually living and not just walking

around aimlessly with no purpose."

With a slight nod, Arthur hugged the Canadian. Hearing the whisper of her voice say "I especially don't want you to forget me."

"Oh Mattie," Arthur smiled "I would never forget you. Not after this." She pulled away and turned back toward Vlad who gestured to a large ominous oak door. He gave her a

smirk that revealed a very sharp canine tooth. They walked inside and shut the door behind them leaving Matthew to stare at it and wait.

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"Ah! It feels great to be a man again!" Arthur smiled cheekily and gently patted his crouch. "Good to have you back boys!"

"Oh please!" Alfred laughs. "You're British. You weren't much of a man to begin with!"

"What did you say you little-"

Matthew had to steady Arthur's hand for him otherwise his teacup would've spilled it's hot contents not only all over himself, but also on her new dress.

"He's just teasing you Arthur." To this said Brit blushed.

"Yes, well…" he used his free hand to rub his neck in embarrassment.

Francis rolled his eyes at the whole thing, the corners of his mouth turning up into a gentle smile as he looked at his little female Matthew sandwiched in between the two

bickering countries. Oh yes, he was a very proud papa. Not only to see that his little girl had two men wrapped around her finger as well as to finally see her happy, which in

all honesty is all the Frenchman could ever ask for. She was finally getting the attention she had been starved of when a boy.

Yes, things were going to be better.

"Hey! Stop flirting with her you creep!" Francis returned his attention on the screaming American.

"Wh-What are you talking about?! I was not you wanker!"

"Yes you were! I saw you! Didn't know you had it in you to flirt, caterpillar-eyebrows."

"Oh, you are so immature! I was not!"

...

Francis sweat dropped. Well. . . At least it would be entertaining.

The End c: