Wow. Sorry everybody! PLEASE don't throw tomatoes!

I had two weeks of Basketball practice all day practically every day and then I went to Missouri and then I came back a week later to do a choir camp that lasted all day for one week. It's FINALLY over and I feel so relieved. I just had my first Cross Country meet and I'm kind of sore. Other than that I'm fine~!

Alright, onto the story. :)

Chapter 14 Switching Genders and Stuff Part 3 (Or should I say Epilogue?)

"HECK YEAH! I'M A MAN AGAIN!" Alfred cheered once the spell wore off on a Sunday morning. He immediately raced over to the Vargas' house and let himself in. "Chiara! Chiara!" He wasn't going to admit it out loud but he was eager to see her as a cute, huggable, squeezable small girl!

"What is it burger bastard?" she growled as she made her way downstairs. "And why the hell are you so loud?"

"HELL YES! YOU'RE A GIRL!" Alfred exclaimed before rushing up and hugging her. "I will NEVER let a guy look at you ever again!"

"CHIGI! Let go of me!"

"Good morning Alfred~!" Feliciano made his presence known. "Ve, Sorella told me you turned into a girl. I wish I could've seen it."

Alfred grinned. "Yeah! I was sexy! Oh, I even have a picture!" Immediately the American let go of Chiara and groped through his pocket before finally pulling out a picture of him and Chiara in their opposite genders.

Chiara blushed. "Why do you have that picture?! And why the hell do you keep it in your pocket?!"

"For good luck!"

" … That makes no sense."

"Says you!"

Feliciano took a look at the photo and smiled brightly. "Ve~! You look so small and adorable Alfred~!"

"I know right?"

Chiara rolled her eyes at the two. "You're both idiotas."

The now male again Arthur, laughed evilly as his cure for the love potion began taking affect. Antonio first felt a little nauseated but that was expected. Then the git fainted and has been unconscious ever since. During that time, the Brit was making himself comfortable and relaxing in the peace and quiet. Time seemed to fly by so fast.

Speaking of which, Antonio should be waking up in about … Three … two … one …

"GAH! Lo que en el mundo (what in the world)," the awakened Spaniard muttered. He glanced around the room until he spotted Arthur and he frowned. "Arturo … I really hate you."

"I hate you more," he simply stated. "You have no idea."

Coughing a little, Antonio got up. "Let's pretend these last two days didn't happen. And we should make a deal not to tell Francis."

"Deal." And they immediately shook on it. "Next time … If there even is a next time … please actually listen to me before drinking it." Arthur let out an exasperated sigh.

This made Antonio roll his eyes. "Okay, okay, it is I who is to blame … don't rub it in. Now, I'll be taking my leave before you say anything else estúpido." Before Antonio walked out however, he stopped and looked back at Arthur one last time. "I'll try to forget what you said that one night. About … her, alright?"

Arthur's eyes widened considerably as he watched Antonio leave the premises. "That wanker …" after a pause he muttered, "I shouldn't have mentioned it in the first place."

There you go! That's the end of that little segment. In any case, the next chapter is an idea from the wonderful STARFIRE 67! So, until then~!