"You are Arthur aren't you? You look weird." Said Roderich, staring at Arthur's pigtails

There was silence.

"U-um… I'm not Arthur! I'm Alice! Yes, that's my name" Said Arthur in his best girl voice. He hoped Roderich couldn't see through his lie. Actually, whether or not Roderich could actually see at the moment was probably a good thing to ask as the Austrian lacked glasses and just had that 'I can't see a damn thing' air about him.

"Oh, I'm sorry; you just look a lot like him." Said Roderich unapologetically

"You can't see anything can you?" Said Arthur- um…Alice as he waved his hand in front of Roderich's face.

Roderich frowned "I may not be able to see details at the moment but that doesn't mean I'm blind" he said

"Err… sorry."

"Don't do it again"

"…"

"I'm not going to ask you why you're here. You're a friend of Elizabeta's aren't you?"

"Yes." Arthur lied. There's no way in hell he'd be friends with her now.

"Have you seen a boy that looks vaguely like you?

"…No, why?"

"I need him to help me find my glasses"

Arthur glanced down at Roderich's breast pocket that contained his glasses.

'How absent minded of him, leaving them in there and forgetting' Thought Arthur

Without considering the pros and cons of telling Roderich the location of his glasses, he picked them out of the pocket and said "Oh, you mean these ones?"

Roderich squinted "Yes, those ones. Please give them to me"

Arthur realised his fault and decided against giving the glasses to his Austrian friend.

"No" Said Arthur

"What" Said Roderich angrily

"No, I'm not giving these to you. You have to catch me first!" Arthur's plan was great! Run away, hide, then leave to get clothes and give the glasses back tomorrow or something, it was flawless!

Arthur ran away. Sadly, he was caught rather quickly. Arthur just sort of sucked at running. Roderich was now trying to wrestle his glasses away from Arthur with minimal damage to himself and the rude girl he had met.

"I caught you! Now give them back!"

"Only if you let go of me!"

"Not until you let go!"

"Fine, we let go on three. One, two, three!" They tumbled onto the grass, Roderich hastily put on his glasses only to get a glimpse of the girl's face before she ran off. Roderich watched her now grass stained blue dress sway as she ran. He blushed. The um… 'reality'… had just hit him. Roderich had just wrestled an extremely cute girl to the ground without even an apology.

"Yo, Roddy! I never knew you were such a ladies man! Gimmie five!" Said Gilbert, who had watched the whole ordeal from a nearby window

"Shut up Gilbert. It's not like that" Said Roderich

"Sure it isn't, Roddy. Sure it isn't"

Arthur was panting. He didn't remember being that out of shape; surely it was the dress that hindered him. He was currently climbing up a ladder that had been conveniently placed near his bedroom window. At least he didn't have to worry about getting caught again as his window was facing the less busy part of the garden. Arthur had learned that people rarely came back here for fear of getting eaten by a monster. Arthur assumed the monster rumour had something to do with Vlad, but he would ponder that later, at the moment he was trying to get into his room.

He hopped onto the carpeted floor without a sound and found on his bed a note atop of some clothes and makeup remover. The note said: I was wrong to force you into the clothes, here are some normal ones. I don't want the others seeing you like this. Give the wig back to me later.

-Francis

'Well, that's strange' Thought Arthur 'Maybe Francis is an okay bloke'

Soon Arthur had gotten out of his dress and was wearing, but he'd decided that pyjamas would be better to wear as it was getting on five o'clock and he was tired. He looked at himself in the mirror and he looked like Arthur again! He was happy. But this day had been rather eventful and he was ready to sleep, so he wrote a note to leave on his bedside table to whoever came to tell him dinner was ready.

'I am sleeping; leave me be, I'll eat later' it said

That night Arthur was not woken by noisy teenagers, his annoying cousin or an eccentric Romanian (who had tried to sneak into the room only days before), it was completely peaceful… If you don't count his dream. That shit was wack.

This is my shortest chapter yet :'c sorry this was all I could make this week, school is being mean to me.