Author's Note: Finally. I've been writing like, a notebook page of this everyday at school for a while now.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CLOSE PEOPLE CAME TO READING THIS.
I had it stolen from my hand, I had people reading over my shoulder… good lord people are very nosy!
So here it is. Beware… it kinda sucks since I had to be careful, writing it at school and what not.

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"…YOU! You limey bastard! What the hell did your wand thingy do to me?!" Alfred cried. However, Arthur did not reply immediately. His attention was not fixed on Alfred's face, but between his legs. The American's face erupted in a bright blush. "You pervert! Why the fuck are you looking there of all places?!" He demanded, scrambling to his feet and pulling the hem of the skirt down.

"You aren't wearing any underwear…." Arthur grumbled awkwardly, face going beet red. Although Alfred was currently struggling to cover lower regions, Arthur continued to stare.

Alfred blushed, shifting awkwardly with embarrassment. "Oh… well, still… stop it…." He muttered.

It was silent for a minute, both men looking away from each other. Neither one wanted to break the silence.

"So… you're… kinda big, right?" Arthur chuckled nervously.

"Fag." Alfred hissed. "Now quit thinking about my dick and tell me how to get myself back into my regular clothes!" He continued to spit with rage.

"I was not thinking about your dick!" Arthur denied with humiliation. In truth, he had been. It was rather large… it would feel great in his… Wait. What was he thinking? The man was one of his employees! A male employee at that!

"That's not the point! Drop the cock talk and CHANGE ME BACK!" Alfred emphasized the last three words, face scrunching up with anger.

Arthur snorted in reply, folding his arms. "It's not that simple, you see. Do you even know what's happened to you?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"I've been… transformed into… something… really girly." Alfred muttered, frowning. "Look, Kirkland, I don't know what you've done to me. But if you don't fix me this instant, I swear I will kill you with my bare hands."

Arthur laughed. "Something girly? Can't you see you've been turned into an angel? The wand… the halo… the dress? To be specific, you managed to steal my Britannia Angel powers. So you've basically become… like… a Yankee Angel." Arthur snickered, tapping his foot in an uneven rhythm.

"Britannia Angel powers…? You honestly think you have angel powers? Dude- you really are a fag. Get over yourself." Alfred retorted.

Arthur blinked, staring intently at the fuming American. "You're honestly going to insult the only one who has a chance of getting you back to normal? When I hired you, I assumed you had more common sense than that. But if you want to be stuck in that dress forever, be my guest."

Alfred scoffed, sitting down on an old table covered in a dusty cloth. "If you have noticed by my wonderfully fancy getup, I'm probably not the brightest when it comes to common sense. If you haven't noticed, then you must not have much sense either," he hissed, crossing his exposed legs, which were now covered in a layer of Goosebumps.

"Insulting the man you pays you? Jones- you must be even dumber than you look." Arthur sneered, leaning casually against the wall.

"You hardly pay me at all! Why do you think I was here in the first place? I was looking for my money," Alfred muttered under his breath.

"That's not the point. You're being quite the little bastard, despite the fact that I and I alone know how to change you back." Arthur said, rolling his eyes. "You a virgin, Jones?" he asked, not even a hint of humor in his green eyes.

Alfred raised a brow, looking away. "Why do you care? Just drop it, ya cocksucker, and fix me." Alfred ordered rather rudely.

"It matters. Are you?"

Alfred swallowed a lump and his throat, and nodded slowly. "…yeah…." He admitted grudgingly.

"Good. That makes matters easier on me. To get back to normal, you first must lose your angelic innocence." Arthur explained coolly. Alfred stared in confusion.

"I have to what?"

"You have to get laid, Jones." Arthur added simply, a twisted grin on his face.

"Oh. Well cool! I'll just pick some hot girl off the street and…" He stopped when Arthur started to shake his head. "What?"

"Not exactly like that. You can't fuck anyone. You have to BE fucked." Arthur chuckled, pretending to admire his fingernails while on the inside, he was laughing like a sadist.

Alfred's mouth fell open, and he stared at the Brit with a horrified countenance. "Like…. by… a guy?" He asked hoarsely, voice rising in pitch with every word. When Arthur nodded, Alfred shook his head wildly. "I'M. NOT. GAY!" He spat, thrusting his nose into the air. "I don't know what sick fantasy world you live in, what with your angels and whatever else you can come up with, but I am NOT losing my virginity to a guy!"

Arthur rolled his eyes once more. "You're lucky you are a virgin. Otherwise I'd be forced to kill you and rip my powers right out of your soul when it starts to ascend or, most likely descend in your case. Now. Not gay, you say?"

And suddenly, Arthur was on him. At first, Alfred struggled to break free, but eventually gave up. Despite the older man's small frame, he had a very firm grip.

Being so close to another person…. it'd never even occurred to Alfred that it was even possible. It felt beyond amazing; teeth clashing and tongues tangoing and oh boy… Was that a hand on his ass? Somehow, he didn't care at this point.

After what felt like a century, Arthur pulled away, a translucent strand of spit left connecting their swollen lips. Arthur licked his in a seductive manner. Alfred panted heavily, and noticed he was on his feet. When did he stand up? He didn't care. He just wanted more.

"Not gay, huh?" Arthur smirked suddenly, leaning in close again to lick the saliva dribbling from the corner of Alfred's mouth. "I beg to differ." Alfred's face burned red, and he took it upon himself to shove the other man away.

"W- whatever. Just leave me alone. You just caught me off guard, is all. As for now, I think I'll keep your powers. You say I'm an angel right? What kind of powers do I have?"

"Well, you can fly… and turn people into babies… and a bunch of other stuff."

Alfred had failed to catch anything after 'you can fly.' He hadn't even noticed the two feathery wings that had sprouted from between his shoulder blades. Leaping in the air, he miraculously found that he didn't go down. "Well, see ya, limey." Alfred chirped cheerfully, taking off out the open attic window.

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…I don't like this chapter. At all. I tried to make it even slightly humorous and failed.
So whatever. I hope you guys manage to enjoy this.
Feel free to review with comments and suggestions!
Or just to correct typos. Which there are probably alot of.