Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, Spain, Prussia, England, France, America
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Under the guise of a masquerade she is allowed to show her true gender to the world, even if its only for one night. FemGermany.
The invitations had been sent. The separate invitations telling who was to wear a costume had also been sent.
Germany sat behind her desk staring at the two envelopes on it. One was a blue color, the color everyone had been sent for the party itself. The other was a dark red color. The color few had gotten.
The color that meant they had to wear something that would hide their identity from the other nations.
It was a masquerade. Only instead of having everyone dress up and hide their identities England had decided that only a short few would be selected.
He claimed he was using magic to decide who would and had no idea how was picked.
Germany didn’t believe him.
She turned the invitation in her hands gently once more. She had been invited to parties and balls before. Countless times. And they were something that she hated. She only went to the most necessary ones.
However ever since she had become friends with Italy she had started to go to them more often if only to see him smile.
Germany sighed and leaned back in her chair. She turned the envelope over in her hand.
She was chosen to be one of the people hidden under the clothes and disguise. Should she accept?
Her brother then barged into her office, with his own invitation in hand.
“Hey West!” he yelled.
He stopped suddenly when he saw the red envelope in her hand. His grin widened.
“So you were selected huh?” he cackled.
He sat down in the chair in front of her desk. Well his version of sitting down. He really was just sitting in it sideways with his legs dangling over the side and his back over the other side.
“I have no idea what you would go as though if you did.” he said.
In a flash the answer came to her.
“I‘m going.” she said. “And I need your help.”
“Sure. With what?”
“I need your help with buying a dress.”
Prussia stared at his sister for a moment.
Ever since she could remember Germany had hidden the fact that she was a girl. As a child it had been rather easy. As she grew she pretended with the help of her brother. She made a deeper voice which she would crack every now and then. She padded the shoulders of her jackets and shirts. She wore bindings when her breasts came in and around her hips. She wore her collars higher up to hide the fact that she didn’t have an Adams apple. She kept her hair cut short. She never changed in front of someone else besides her brother.
She had worn a dress exactly twice in her life. The first time when she was a teenager and simply curious about how it was. Prussia had snatched a dress from somewhere and helped her try it on. She hated it and almost ripped it from her body.
The second time was one of desperation. She had gone on a solo mission during WWII and her plane had crashed.
About twenty feet away from the Allied camp.
She had run through a town while the Allies were following her. Low on weapons and not liking her position she choose to run instead of fight. It was in France actually where she had crashed.
She saw a dress that someone had washed and hung out to dry. Without another though she grabbed the dress, hid in an alleyway, stripped, and put on the dress.
Thankfully there was a woman’s hat next to it and so she was able to hide her face partly as well.
She had walked through France to get to her border hiding her uniform and documents in a bag on her shoulder. The Allies had actually walked past her complaining that they had lost her without even realizing who she was.
Although she some explaining to do when Prussia and both Italians had come to pick her up on the border.
And now here she was, on her computer looking through random dresses.
With Prussia helping her.
“That one seems nice.” he said pointing at the screen.
She shook her head. “Would show too much skin.”
He sighed and leaned on his arm. “So tell me again. Why do you all of a sudden want to wear a dress?”
“Personally I think that would be the best disguise. No one would ever expect that.”
“You need a mask too.”
“Are you looking for any color specifically?”
“Not really. If I see it I‘ll know that I want it.”
“Red is a good color on you.”
She scanned through another website. Her eyes stopped on one dress.
It was a midnight-blue color. It had a modest cut on the chest, stopping just above her breasts. It smoothed gently downward and outward. A black slash around the middle. If a woman walked in it the back of the dress would flow behind her. The amount of fabric on the back was a small amount. The sleeves stopped above her elbow and the dress reached the floor.
Prussia looked at his sister’s choice and nodded in approval. “Not bad.”
“You do know that you’re going to have to be in heels right?”
“You’re going to have to do the girly mix you know?”
“Girly mix.” Prussia repeated.
“Do I even want to know what that is?”
“The entire thing you know? Manicure. Pedicure. Have no idea what you’re going to do with your hair though short as it is.”
“The ball is in three months. I don’t have any meetings with other nations and I doubt I will see them. I can grow my hair out.”
“…it’s going to be weird seeing you with long hair.”
Germany took in a deep breath.
“I can do this.”
“I‘m sure you can West.”
She took in another breath.
“I can do this.”
“I know you can.”
“I. Can. Do. This.”
“Any time you’re ready.”
She took one step forward. Then another. Then another. Confidently she took a wider step forward.
And promptly fell to the ground.
She twisted her body to glare at her feet. Clad on those feet was a pair of innocent looking heels. Less then an inch high with a little bow on them.
“Round 2?” her brother suggested before dodging the pair of heels thrown at him.
“Just follow my lead.” Prussia said.
He turned on the music again, took his sister by the hands, put them in their proper position, and slowly started to sway to the music.
“And one two three. And one two three. And one two three. And one tw. Ow!” he cried.
“Sorry.” she apologized taking her foot off his.
“It’s alright. Try again.” he said taking the same position.
“One two three. One two three. One two thr mother fucker!” he cried.
“The mask you ordered arrived today.” Prussia said.
Germany took the box he was holding out to her and opened it. There lying gently in Styrofoam was her mask she was wearing.
It was a midnight-blue to match her dress. It covered her eyes and downwards to the tops of her cheeks before sliding upward. The ends were pointed slightly and jewels were studded on it.
“I do have some taste brother.”
“Okay. Now walk.” Prussia instructed.
Carefully balancing the book on her head and in those heels again Germany took a small step forward.
“How on earth does this help?” she asked.
“Heard it helps with posture. And it gives my feet a rest from being stepped on.”
“I said I‘m sorry.”
“I don’t know how but you broke three toes. At once.”
“I said I‘m sorry.”
“Just walk West.”
“Makeup West. You need to do makeup.”
“…no I don’t.”
“Yeah you do.”
“I said you do!”
“Prussia! Get that thing away from my eyes!”
“Its mascara! Not hold still!”
“No! Get it away from me!”
“I said hold still!”
Prussia held his hand to his eye and glared at his sister with his open one.
“You hit me.” he growled.
“I‘m not apologizing this time, you deserved it.”
Prussia slid his fingers through his sister’s hair.
“They’ve gotten long.” he noted.
Germany glanced at her reflection. They were in the bathroom with a bag of hair products that Prussia had stole from Hungary trying to figure out what to do for the ball that was in three weeks.
Her hair reached her shoulders now. It was a strange sight for her; she had never had the chance to grow out her hair. She fingered he ends of the strands.
“Too bad I‘ll have to cut it after the bal.” she said.
“Don’t really have to.” Prussia said around the hair clips in his mouth as he took some hair gel from the bag and started applying it to her hair.
“This won’t be the day that I come out as a girl East.”
“You‘ll have to one day.”
“Not if I don’t want to.”
“Are you ever going to tell Italy?” he asked her.
He looked at the mirror noticing her suddenly red face.
“Oh come on. I know you like him.” Prussia said.
Germany mumbled something.
“You even asked him to marry you.”
“He thinks I‘m a boy.” Germany said quietly.
“So does the rest of the world.”
“But that’s different. I actually love him.”
“So tell him.”
“…you want to know what he said after I asked him to marry me?”
He said, and I quote ‘I’m sorry Germany but I can’t marry you. I’m still waiting for someone else.’.”
“Did…did he say who he was waiting for?”
“If he did I missed it. I walked away.”
“Me or him?”
“Him. Well you too but mostly him.”
Prussia walked through the hallway to his sister’s bedroom buttoning his cufflinks.
“West?” he asked through the door.
“Do you need help with the dress or hair or something?”
“…no. Thank you.”
Prussia frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Just kinda nervous.”
“Don’t be. I‘m sure you look beautiful.”
“Do you want me to come with you there?”
“That’s against the rules.”
Prussia rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Because I always follow the rules.”
“True. But no. It’s alright. I can do this.”
“I know you can.”
“I can do this. Just let me change into my tux.”
“I changed my mind. I‘m not going to this ball with a dress on.”
“Oh come on West.” Prussia said. “Don’t.”
“Why? I look ridiculous.”
“Okay then I‘ll tell you.”
“Open this door. Let me see you.” Prussia instructed. “If you look ridiculous I‘ll tell you, you‘ll change into your tux and I‘ll quickly give you a haircut.”
“You trust me right?”
“More than anyone.”
“Then let me see you.”
“Because…because I want you to see me at the party. So that you’ll be surprised like everyone else.”
Prussia smiled. “That’s my sister. You have a ride, right?”
“See you there then.”
“Hey, Prussia!” Spain called.
Prussia turned and grinned at his friend. They embraced for a moment.
“What’s up?” Prussia asked.
Spain shrugged. “Nothing much. You know Romano was one of the people chosen to be in disguise?”
Prussia snorted. “Really? So was West.”
Spain grinned. “So what did uptight Germany dress up as?”
“Don’t know. He didn’t let me see.”
America, England, and France came up to them then. England surveyed around the room at the other guests.
“Hey you guys!” America said grinned. “Have any of you seen Russia?”
The two shook their heads.
“Huh. Wonder if he was picked.” America said putting his hands in his pockets.
Someone came up to them then, they were wearing a mask and were dressed in a dark red suit. They wordlessly handed England the blue envelope that had been sent to them and walked back in the crowd.
“That makes three.” England said slipping the envelope into his pocket.
“To make sure all of them actually wore costumes and that all of them came.”
“I thought you said that you didn’t know who was sent those invitations.”
“Then how-” Spain asked only to be interrupted by America.
“Holy shit.” he said.
Four heads turned to him.
“What?” France asked.
America shakily picked up his hand and pointed to the doorway. “That.”
Four heads turned towards where he was pointing. Spain’s jaw dropped. England throat closed up. France dropped the wine glass he had been holding and Prussia felt his eyes widen.
There making her way slowly through the crowd was a girl dressed in the same midnight-blue dress that Germany had ordered, wearing the same mask that Germany had ordered, and wearing her hair the same way that Germany had expressed desire to wear it.
Prussia was sure that, that person was not Germany.
This person actually looked like a girl. The visible parts of her eyes that the mask didn’t hide had glitter on them, a blue glitter that matched the dress perfectly. The hair had been rolled into a small bun. The dress fitted around her hips and wait and everything else that labeled her. Her shoulders were visible and the dress gently flowed downward however it stopped at the top of her chest, showing just a hint of cleavage. The dress flowed around and behind her as she slowly made her way to where England stood.
Without saying a word she held out the blue invitation towards England. He cleared his throat and took it from her. He glanced at it almost in disbelief that he had sent it.
She nodded at the others in the group before walking to the table where the ones in costumes were going to sit at for the party.
Almost as one France and England straightened up and said,
“I will have her!”
Prussia turned and tried to secretly glare at them without letting any of them see.
‘Over my dead body you will.’ he thought.
This was going to be an interesting party.