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I might be a worm but I'm a yaoi-loving, fanfiction-writing worm so here's chapter 3, hope you enjoy!
P.S: THERE'S POLIET IN THIS CHAPTER. If you don't like you should probably stop reading my fanfictions now.

Chapter 3: The Girl

As Feliks had predicted, after another roughly 6-hour Hell-on-Earth course, Dimitri was officially pronounced by the blond Pole 'female.' He now probably knew more about being a girl than Eliza did.

Luckily for Dimitri, who was on the verge of jumping off a building, if someone so much as mentioned dresses or make-up or shoes or periods ever again, it was finally over.

And now Elizabeta was trying to get him addicted to fanfiction claiming that 'tons of girls loved it, and lots of guys too.' Dimitri felt it was a dangerous road to go down personally.

But finally, finally, it was over. He was finished and now able to act like a girl as naturally (ok, maybe not as naturally but certainly as convincingly) as any girl.

He was prepared for every little thing, except, of course, the first thing that happened to him the second he stepped out from behind the changing curtain.

Dimitri, instead of being his normal, comfortable, self, was now, well, to any outside observer; a girl.

Yes, a girl. Dimitri was now wearing a knee-length ruby dress with a matching coat of the same length and black tights. To complete his attire were a pair of high-heeled ruby boots and a small red hat that sat on the side of his head, attached with a pair of clips to his (straightened) hair.

His lips had the slightest smear of gloss on them and his already long eyelashes were even longer with the help of mascara and the slightest amount of eye liner and shadow. The only good thing about this was that Dimitri had been allowed to keep his natural colouring, his blond hair and red eyes were untouched.

Feeling like an idiot (though he secretly loved the hat) Dimitri stepped out from behind the curtain. Then it happened.

Elizabeta squealed like a teen girl meeting her favorite celebrity crush and pounced. She grabbed Dimitri and cuddled him close, rubbing her cheek against his. "You are so cute!" She shrieked.

"Roderich! It's all over me, get it off!" Dimitri yelped, gesturing at Elizabeta. 'It' just squealed louder and hugged him tighter.

Feliks whacked Dimitri on the head with a rolled-up fashion magazine. "Girl's voice!" He ordered.

Dimitri sighed and rolled his eyes, "oh Roderich save me!" He squealed in a high-pitched horrible impression of a girl's voice.

Feliks whacked him again while Toris laughed.

Roderich sighed and pulled Eliza off Dimitri, "Oh Roddy is he such a cute girl!" Elizabeta squealed.

Her fiancé rolled his eyes, "yes he's adorable, now let's go."

When Roderich tried to pay him for his help Feliks waved him away, "for you, my friend, anything. It was, like, the least I could do to pay you back. Besides, it was, like, totally fun!"

"What did Roderich do for Feliks that would make him turn down two thousand dollars for a job?" Dimitri asked Elizabeta.

"Almost exactly what Roderich is doing for you now," Eliza replied as Roderich insisted on giving Feliks a thousand dollars for the job. Feliks was quite a stubborn man, but so was Roderich.

"Yes, it's true. Mr. Edelstein helped Feliks avoid being dragged back to Poland by getting him set up here in America with a false ID and everything. And he was the one who suggested that Feliks cross-dress to avoid being found out. And to be honest, if he hadn't I'm certain Mr. Feliks would have been found out hundreds of times before his parents stopped looking." Toris said, coming up behind them.

"So Feliks was running away because his ridiculously overbearing and probably influential parents were trying to force him into a life he didn't want," Dimitri summarized, he was pretty sure he was familiar with this story. "Oh, and he's gay but he couldn't tell his parents that because they'd hate him for life."

Toris blinked, "how on Earth did you-?"

"Lucky guess," Dimitri muttered, folding his arms, he was thoroughly sick of homophobic and controlling parents.

Apparently Elizabeta felt the same way, "The arranged marriages and forced lifestyles are one thing but," she shook her head, "at least a parent could argue that they were trying to give their child the best life possible, get them a good job and a good marriage. It might not be true but it's still a proper, justifiable argument. But…" she looked over at Roderich and Feliks, then out the window to where Vash was leaning against the car. "Where's the justification in hating a child because of their sexuality? Everyone's supposed to love their children unconditionally. When did love become the condition?"

"Hear hear," Toris said vehemently. "Mr. Feliks told me about the life he would have been living if he hadn't left and not a day goes by I don't thank Mr. Edelstein for helping him. There were no arranged marriages for him, thank God," here he looked at Dimitri curiously, "but he would have hated it. Mr. Edelstein's a good man."

"Yeah he is," Dimitri agreed, "but what is the deal with all these parents forcing their children into lives they're obviously going to hate?"

"I know right? Even my parents forced me into a marriage I didn't have anything to do with," Elizabeta said, she spread her hands, "not that you'll catch me complaining about getting to marry Roderich. He's amazing, I could have done so much worse, even if I picked my own man."

"Roddy's gay," Dimitri reminded her.

"Could've done so much worse," Eliza repeated firmly.

Toris chuckled, "Well I can't tell you what's up with parents like that, when I brought my younger brothers to live here in America a year ago when I first turned eighteen, it took my mother and step-father almost a month to realize the three of us were gone."

Dimitri and Eliza turned to look at him with a mixture of confusion and sadness, "wow. I can't tell whose parents sound worse." Dimitri said. Elizabeta nodded.

Toris laughed again, "well it doesn't bother me anymore, I have a great life now, and so does Feliks, to the best of my knowledge, and I didn't even have to cross-dress." He touched Dimitri's shoulder, "that's why I'm sure you won't regret this, even though I don't know what you're running from."

Dimitri snorted and shifted uncomfortably, "I think it would be easier to list the amount of things I'm not running from. And as for not regretting this, well…" he shifted again, "I think it's a bit late for that. This bra is so uncomfortable!"

Eliza giggled, "You get used to them after a while," she promised, "trust me, you wont even notice it's there soon. Though at least I don't have to pad mine!" She giggled again.

Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, "Elizabeta if you tease me because my 'breasts' are small I will kill you. And I don't want to get used to them!" Dimitri cried.

Toris nodded, "yes, 'Felicyta' got too used to cross-dressing and talking like a girl. Now Feliks still does it."

Dimitri shuddered, "well I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen to me. Besides," he stuck out his hip and rested his hand against it, he wasn't sure if he was trying to imitate a stereotypical female teenager or Feliks, possibly both, "if I keep this up there's, like, no way I'll get a boyfriend!"

Eliza snorted with laughter and doubled over, "Dimitri that was brilliant!"

"Trust me honey, if you find a man and he doesn't accept you for a little thing like cross-dressing he's not worth your time." Feliks said, walking up to them with Roderich just behind him. For some reason Feliks glanced at Toris and then away when he said this.

"Fair enough, but why take the risk?" Said Dimitri. He shook first Feliks's hand, then Toris's, "thank you both for everything you've done for me."

Feliks hugged him after shaking his hand, "it was like, totally my pleasure Dimitri! Just stop by anytime you need something, we'll be happy to help!"

"Definitely," Toris agreed as he shook Dimitri's hand.

The three of them bade Feliks and Toris goodbye and exited the warehouse. When their car pulled away Toris clapped his hands and smiled, "well, I'll get all of this stuff packed up and back to the shop!" He said cheerfully. He leaned down to pick up a box but stopped when Feliks held out the one thousand dollars Roderich had force him to take.

"Here, this is yours," Feliks said, "it's for all the hard work you do around here."

Toris shook his head fervently, "no! I can't take that! It's way too much. And besides, we did this as a favour, I can't take the money!"

Feliks shook the ten $100 bills, uncharacteristically serious, "no, I did this as a favour, you, like, work for me, so you totally deserve to get paid. And I don't pay you nearly enough normally so here." He flapped the money at Toris again.

Toris shook his head, "you pay me heaps." He argued.

"Not as much as you deserve for putting up with me," Feliks argued back.

"Oh," Toris smiled, "well I'm sorry you think that. But I don't put up with you because you pay me or because I have to. I stay with you because I want to."

You would be the first, Feliks thought. He reached forwards and tucked the money into the breast pocket of Toris's apron. "And in my book that's totally a good enough reason to give you a thousand dollars." He turned away and went to pack up the cosmetics, "seriously Toris, stop arguing. You, like, have to get both your brothers through High School, as well as support the three of you. You need the money, I don't."

His words hit home, Toris would never take the money for himself but his two younger brothers really did need it.

He set the boxes he was carrying down by the door and approached Feliks. He tapped his boss on the shoulder and Feliks stopped packing away lipsticks to face him.

"Yes Toris?" He asked.

Quickly, before he could lose his nerve, Toris leaned down and brushed his lips against Feliks's, "thank you."

Feliks stared at him with huge, shocked, eyes. Toris began to blush, he twisted his apron around his hands nervously, "well… that's all I wanted to say." He began to scurry off.

Feliks jogged after him and caught his shoulder, turning him around. Before Toris could say anything Feliks leaned up on the balls of his feet and pressed his lips firmly against Toris's, fingers sliding into the taller male's brown hair.

Toris rested his hands lightly on Feliks's hips and gently pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. After a few seconds Feliks pulled away and rested his forehead against Toris's. Both were panting slightly.

"I hope you don't think I'm a perverted bastard who's only going to give you a tip if you kiss me now." Breathed Feliks.

Toris smiled, "didn't think it for a second, does that mean you'll kiss me anyway?"

Feliks leaned up and pecked him on the lips again, "maybe!" He said with a wink.

"Well, what do you think?" Asked Roderich absently, he was text messaging someone, Dimitri had no idea who. Either way he wasn't looking at the magnificent and superbly furnished living room that the three of them were once again standing in after doing a tour of Dimitri's new, amazing, two bedroom apartment.

Dimitri smiled, a place where he could be himself, without any lies. A place that belonged to him and him alone. A place where the owners wouldn't be able to kick him out because he wasn't a perfect fiancé, or a perfect Prince, or a perfect son. No matter what he had to wear or who he had to be he now knew that this place would be worth it. This wonderful, glorious, amazing, stylish place.

"I love it." He told Roderich sincerely. "How much is the rent?" He already knew, just by looking at the place that, however much the rent was, he would gladly pay it.

"Cheap." His friend replied, not looking up from his phone, "$220 every month."

"Serious?" Dimitri asked, turning to his friend, "for a place like this? That's a steal."

"Yes well, I know the owner and he feels as though he-"

"Owes you a favour?" Guessed Elizabeta, grinning.

"Let me guess, you helped him skip his country too and sent him to cross-dressing school?" Said Dimitri, grinning.

Roderich sighed, "No. I found one of his cats in a storm drain and returned it. In Heracles's book that makes me a hero, he has so many it's a wonder he ever noticed it was missing."

"Oh," Dimitri pouted, he'd been way off, "close enough."

"So this will do? I know it's not exactly what you're used to but…" Roderich trailed off, waiting for Dimitri to say something.

Dimitri spread his arms to indicate the apartment, "Roderich, this place is amazing. It'll more than do, it's perfect! I don't need a castle, I just need room for me, and this has plenty."

"Yes well," Roderich sniffed, "you plus one, my bet is you'll have a roommate before the end of next month."

"What makes you say that?" Asked Dimitri, frowning.

Roderich smiled at him, "Dimitri I don't know if you've ever noticed this but you hate being on your own." He checked his phone again, "anyway, we must be off, I have places to go and people to see."

Dimitri waved them out of the apartment, now his apartment as Roderich gave him his new landlord's number. He was so not getting a roommate, then he would have to pretend to be a girl 24/7 instead of just when he was in public.

"I'll get a cat or something then, from the sound of it your friend Heracles knows where I can find one." Dimitri said as he waved them out of his apartment, "goodbye."

They both bade him farewell and when he shut the door he immediately kicked off his girly heels with a sigh, but smiling too.

His new life had begun.

Ha. And I thought this chapter would be short. Lol nope. R & R guys, let me know what you think. And just so you know, Bulgaria will probably come in at the end of the next chapter or the beginning of chapter five. Let the plot BEGIN!

Sorry I'm so late. I meant to have this up two days ago but life got in my way.

Hope you enjoyed.

Bye.

PS: Any suggestions for what to do with Austria, Switzerland and Hungary? I'm open to suggestions.