Shout out to @TheHetalianDandere4 for spamming me!

It was Mother's Day.

Arthur was on edge, to say the least. It was noon and he hadn't had one joke from Alfred and/or Matthew. By now, it was starting to freak him out.
Like a lot.
He sat down on the sofa, alert for any prank that could be pulled on him. He wasn't going to be fooled this time. Alfred walked down the stairs, dressed in-- WHAT? Arthur spit out his tea faster than an elephant.
  "Hello Arthur," Alfred said, sporting his, no her bikini/crop top and shorty shorts. He/she didn't seem to be worried in the slightest, although Arthur was having a little fit.
  "Bloody-- Alfred, what is going on!?" He asked, standing quickly and setting his teacup down on the coffee table.
  "What? Oh. I want you to call me Amelia from now on." Amelia deadpanned, flipping her hair away from her face. Arthur nearly fell over.
  "Are you alright? You look like you're sick. Let's get you to a hospital!" Al- Amelia just scoffed.
  "I'm fine, Arthur. Marguerite's fine too." Dang, America even had the girly voice down! What's going on!? Arthur ran off to go find Francis and get some answers.

There. Part two coming soon!