Third POV
There Alfred was, looking in the mirror and seeing that....

he became a gorgeous woman.

"Ig's, Vicky! You made me into a beautiful woman!" He cried drying off some manly tears. "Thank Victoria, I only did the base, Primer, Foundation, Concealer, and Bronzer. I also plucked some of your brow hairs." Arthur said cleaning the makeup from his hands

"You also did Eyeliner and fucking highlighter! You have to teach me those skills one of these days." Victoria said.

"Francis fell asleep the moment he took off the makeup. T.b.h I don't blame him, this shit makes me beautiful af, but damn it's heavy" Alfred said grabbing a wipe from the almost empty package.

Alfred looked at himself one last time touching the mirror. "Goodbye." he cried "Goodbye, beautiful woman," he said then wipes it off."

"I'm so sleepy." Arthur said getting off the bed "what time is it?" Vic asks. "2:46, is it normal to be this tired after cleaning off the beautiful woman I didn't know resided in me?" Alfred stated and asked.

But he got no Answer.

Victoria was asleep on her bed, and Arthur was more than passed out of the chair. And Francis? He wasn't sure if he was dead or alive.

Alfred tucked in Victoria whom whispered a quiet thank you, then looked at Francis who was on the air twin bed on the floor.

He looked at Arthur and smiled at the cute brit. He takes his strong heroic arms and picked the brit off the chair softly being careful not to wake him up.

"mmmhm" Arthur moans out a little snuggling closer to his chest for warmth.

He carries his light body up down both flights of stairs. 

Alfred gently puts him on the bed getting in facing the other side and cover both their bodies.

:(:

Warmth.

A warmth Alfred hasn't felt in a long time.

The warmth of a woman he once used to call mum.

Alfred puts his arms around the small body as their legs wrap themselves around his chest and under his armpits.

The body laces their hands on Alfred's face and pushes him closer to them.

Alfred takes a feel of the body's soft squishy but not technically thick thighs and his hand lingers onto their back hugging them into a sweet embrace.

His breathing calms down as Alfred listens to the body heartbeat.

Bump

Bump

Bump

He feels hungry but doesn't care, not hungry but stomach sensations that honestly he isn't mad about.

Ba dum

Ba dum

Ba dum

Please, heartbeat of the warm soft body...

Please stop beating in sync with mine.

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Hello there! It's

A D R I E A

And I just want to say that I'm so so so sorry for not posting in so long! School has been a bitch but I'm getting back on my feet and better than ever!

I'm also sorry about how short this chapter is! Next chapter will be cute though!

Anyways my schedule will be random from now on until my writers block and school stop being a pain in the ass!

Anyways, I love you all 2k readers! And thank you for the support! Ciao gays!

(also when I call you gay I mean it as your sexuality and if you're not gay then happy! Cause I want you all to be happy!!)

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