Author's note: So I'm sure you all remember a little while back when Napoleon made a bet with Capone and lost? Well, this is him repaying that debt. I apologize in advance for these short chapters, but since they are drabbles, they might be short sometimes. I will be updating Through a Child's eyes if any of you are interested. Well, that's all I have to say for now. Peace!

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Warnings: None

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This was just demeaning.

Napoleon stared at his at his reflection in the mirror of the men's restroom, absolutely dismayed by how silly he looked. He knew that Capone had a twisted side, but he had never considered how far the man would go. He wasn't really expecting this; he truly wasn't. If anyone in the museum saw him, especially his soldiers, he would have to live underneath a rock.

A knock at the door sounded. "Are you done yet, Nippy?"

He quickly put on his new shoes, shakily walking to the door. "In a minute!"

"Well hurry up. Moonlight is wasting!"

He grumbled, giving his reflection one last look. He couldn't believe Capone was making him wear this: A French Maid's outfit that was clearly made for a girl. The front of the dress felt too loose because he didn't have anything to hold it up and the skirt, well, let's just say the skirt didn't leave a lot of room for the imagination. The black fishnet tights on him looked ridiculous too, along with the garters attached to his undergarments. He had a feeling he knew exactly what this outfit was made for. His feet were beginning to ache now because of the black mini heals he was being forced to wear. All in all, he felt more like a silly girl than a French General.

"Lord help me," he whispered, raising his eyes to the ceiling and stepped out. His cheeks burned red as he stepped into the hallway, immediately greeted with catcalls and whistles from the mafia men. Capone tilted his head back in laughter, holding his sides as if this were the funniest thing to ever see.

"Man, if you could see yourself now," the man chortled, wiping away an imaginary tear. "You look like a doll!"

The other men continued to laugh, which only caused his cheeks to grow even redder. "Capone, why must you embarrass me this way? You could have asked for a favor or something like that, but why this?"

Capone laughed, looking at him up and down with barely concealed amusement. "Because embarrassing you is fun. And since you think the French are so high and mighty, it was only necessary to knock you down a few pegs."

He rolled his eyes at this. "So what? What else are you going to have me do? Clean the entire museum and have everyone laugh at me?"

"No," Capone shook his head. "You're going to be our waitress tonight."

"You can't be serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Capone then gave him a firm smack on his rear; his entire face going red. "Now go get us some beer and I'll give you a good tip."

He grumbled every single French curse under the sun and stormed away, the heels clacking angrily on his feet. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he walked by, though he refused to acknowledge them. When he saw a few of his soldiers staring at him, he glared at them furiously; daring them to ask what he was wearing.

Surprisingly though, none of them did ask. All they did was give each other looks and then went about their business. The only tow that did stop him was Alain and Mary, who were talking a stroll down the hallway hand in hand. "You look…different," Mary started carefully, trying not to giggle. "Let me guess, Capone?"

He sighed. "Who else?"

She and Alain exchanged a look, the two of them giggling before leaving him standing in the all. He narrowed his eyes at their retreating backs, wondering about that look. It was like they knew something he didn't and he didn't like that. Not one bit. By the time he got back, Capone looked at him with a frown. "Took you long enough," he grumbled, shuffling the cards in his hands. "Heels causing you problems?"

"No," he ground out; knowing a few of them would be tempted to look up his skirt. "What else do you want me to do?"

"Just stand there and look pretty. For now."

The way he laughed made his spine tingle uneasily. It was only ten thirty at night, so the night was still young. Unfortunately for him, he wished it would go by faster, but time seemed to be his enemy. Capone still continued to smirk at him from across the room, ordering him to get them more liquor and talk to other members in the museum.

And right before he changed out of the damn dress for the evening, he felt Capone appear at his side. He sighed in annoyance, glaring at him. "What do you want?" he grumbled. "Come back to humiliate me more?"

Capone only shook his head, smirking ever so slightly. "I just wanted to say, you'd look pretty hot as a woman."

The only thing that could be heard through the museum before the sun rose was laughter by an Italian American mobster and the high pitched shrieking from a French General.

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