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APH Fic Masquerade chapter 2

Title: Masquerade
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, Spain, Prussia, England, France, America
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
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.



Germany felt lightheaded.

Actually she felt more than just that but at the moment it was the biggest one.

People were staring at her. Why were they staring at her? She did not enjoy people staring at her.

‘Head held high Germany.’ she thought to herself. ‘Head held high.’

They were still staring at her.

She needed to talk. To someone. Anyone.

Talking to Prussia was out of the question, it was almost a sure way to get her identity out.

Her eyes scanned the crowd looking for a familiar face.

Hungary was talking to Ukraine.

She walked forward and touched Hungary on the shoulder. She turned to face her.

“Yes?” she asked politely.

Germany looked towards the bathroom and back to Hungary.

“You…need to see me in the bathroom?”

She nodded.

“Why?”

Leaning close she whispered “I want to talk to you.”

Hungary looked closely at her. “Germany?”

She nodded.

Hungary’s eyes widened. She grabbed Germanys hand and pulled her to the bathroom. Once the door closed behind them Hungary said in a combination of a whisper and a shriek “Germany?”

She nodded again. “Yes, it’s me.”

“You’re a cross dresser?”

“No I‘m not!”

Hungary looked her up and down. “So…you’re…a girl?”

Germany nodded.

“All this time?”

“Does Prussia know?”

“Of course he does.”

“Who else?”

“Well now you.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

The two girls simply stared at one another. Hungary reached out and with the back of her hand brushed against Germany’s chest slightly.

“A girl. You hid it so well.”

“Thanks.”

Germany pulled her mask off and rubbed the area where it had laid.

“Can I ask you a question?” Germany asked.

“Sure.”

“Why the hell is everyone looking at me?”

Hungary paused for a moment. “You’re kidding right?”

Germany shook her head.

Hungary took her hands in hers and gently pulled her to the mirror.

“Germany. Look at you.”

She glanced at the mirror. “And?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Germany blushed, she turned to Hungary. “Oh please.”

“No it’s the truth.” Hungary insisted. She turned Germany to the mirror again. “Look again, closer.”

“I don’t see anything.”

“Then look at it differently.” Hungary suggested. “Look at the mirror like a girl.”

Germany glanced at the mirror once more.
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“I need to know, who is that girl?” England said.

Prussia growled softly and sipped at his drink, biting back his comments. A hand touched his shoulder lightly.

He turned his head and started slightly.

It was Germany.

Remembering to keep her identity a secret he nodded to her and asked “Can I help you?”

She motioned with her head towards the dance floor.

Russia stood. “You want to dance?”

She nodded.

Wordlessly Prussia took her hand and guided them to the dance floor. But not before throwing a wicked grin at an England who was in complete disbelief.

Prussia drew her to him and they started to slowly dance.

“Having fun?” he asked quietly.

“Mm?”

“You are who I think you are right?”

“Yes East.”

Prussia felt himself relax. “I still can’t believe its you. You look so different.”

“Different good or different bad?”

“Good. Definitely good.”

They continued to dance to the slow music.

“You’ve finally learned to dance. My toes thank you.”

“Oh shut up.”

Prussia chuckled as he twirled them slightly. When he saw England, France, and America nearly glaring at him he grinned at them and winked.

“…you’re having too much fun with this.”

“Oh yes.”

“Well one of us should.” she sighed.

“You alright?” Prussia asked.

“…Prussia?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I look…nice?”

“More than nice. You’re the talk with all the en here really.”

“Hungary…Hungary said I was beautiful.” she said quietly. “Am I?”

“That…is I think the most girly thing I ever heard you say.”

“Prussia I‘m being serious.”

“Alright. I‘m not saying this as your brother but as a man. You are beautiful. If you weren’t my sister I would definitely be one of the guys trying to get into your panties tonight. By the way, are you wearing those lacy black ones that I bought you?”

Germany blushed from the start of his sentence. The blush deepened when he asked her about her underwear.

“I‘m guessing that’s a yes.”

Germany sighed. “Is it too soon to go home?”

“Its just ten o‘clock, wait some more.”

They took their final steps to the dance as the music came to an end.
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Germany took a seat gratefully. She sighed as she lowered herself into the chair. England might sometimes be a bastard but he did know how to throw a party and go all the way.

That included good liquor, not too loud music, and comfortable seating’s. One of the waiters came up to her and offered her some champagne which she gratefully accepted.

She sipped at it and glanced around the room. There was a slight disappointment that it wasn’t beer and wasn’t even German but for the moment it was enough. She didn’t want to get too drunk and do something she would later regret.

“Hello madam.” France said appearing from nowhere in front of her. He bowed to her and held out his hand to her. “May I have this dance?”

Unfortunately there were a few rules to the dance as well. You can never refuse a dance.

Smiling at him slightly she laid the champagne on the table, stood up, and took his hand. They walked together back to the dance floor.

He drew her to him and they began to dance.

It was completely different than Prussia. France was more confident in his motions and faster and somewhat harsher. Prussia knew the way she danced and was slower and gentler in his turns and dips.

“You look very beautiful my dear.” he said. “Please pardon my asking but do I know you?”

Germany slowly nodded.

He leaned close to her and whispered “Belgium?”

Germany relaxed slightly and felt relief go through her. She smiled at France and shook her head.

And another rule. If there was a private guess of who the ones in disguises you only had one turn and if you were wrong you forfeited your chance.

The music came to stop.

The two separated and bowed to one another.

“Well then.” France said straightening up. “I look forward to finding out who it is you are my dear.”
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Italy. She needed to see Italy. She needed to talk to Italy.

Germany stared down at her hands that were on top of the table.

She actually brought the ring with her for some reason. That tomato shaped ring that she had personally requested. A moment of insanity of course but it was also combined with a moment of love.

She had also brought a purse with her. She actually bought a purse to match the dress and mask. For the first time in her life she had gotten a purse.

She brought it to her and opened it. There sitting innocently in the satin lining was the ring box. She knew that if she opened it the tomato shaped ring would greet her.

She clenched her fist. She didn’t need to marry him. She didn’t need to date him. She just needed to talk to him about everything that had happened.

Something in the crowd caught her eye. Prussia was talking to Italy.

Feeling a sense of dread go through her she stood up and crossed to where her brother and Italy were talking.
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Italy gave a funny look towards Prussia. “What do you mean?”

Prussia leaned closer to Italy. “What I mean is, why are you playing around with West? He loves you and I know that you love him.”

Italy slowly shook his head. “No, you’re wrong.”

“About West loving you?”

“No. About me loving him. I don’t.” Germany felt her heart stop for a moment.

“What?” Prussia asked.

“Prussia. I don’t love Germany.” Italy said. Why had it seemed like the entire room had went silent? “I never have.”

Prussia took a step back from Italy. “Never?”

Italy nodded his head. “Never. I never liked him more than a friend.”

Germany stepped forward. Forgetting for a moment that she was a girl and hiding that fact. Forgetting the fact the entire room was listening to the discussion that was taking place. Forgetting the fact that everyone would be able to hear her if she spoke now.

“What?” she quietly asked.

Italy looked at her in confusion. “Miss?”

“You…don’t have any kind of feelings towards me?” she asked. “Just…friendship?”

Italy looked confused. “Um…what are you talking about?”

She took a few more steps forward. “After everything? After the way that you’ve behaved towards me and acted towards me? You don’t love me?”

“Ger…ma…ny?” Italy asked slowly.

She could dimly hear in the crowd some murmurs of disbelief from what Italy had said. Prussia looked on slightly helpless.

Gritting her teeth together she took the final steps forward and grabbed Italy. She grabbed him by his left shoulder with her left arm and pushed him against the wall using her arm to keep him there.

“You little bastard.” she hissed.

With her free hand she ripped the mask from her face. Italy’s eyes widened as he looked at her. She could dimly hear people in the crowd going “It is Germany!” “Wait. Germanys a girl?” and “What’s going on?”

“After all this time.” she hissed through her teeth. “After everything you’ve done to me. After all those hugs and kisses you pushed at me. Crawling into my bed late at night and even going into the shower with me. You don’t love me?”

Italy tried to say something however Germany pressed her arm against his throat. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”

“I can understand that you don’t love me.” she snarled. “However that does not excuse all those signals you sent me along with everything else. Remember on Valentines Day? You gave me a dozen red roses. I have no clue what you do in Italy on that day but in Germany when you give someone red roses on Valentines Day that means it’s a love confession.”

She let go of him suddenly and allowed him to drop to the floor. He coughed and massaged his throat.

“I don’t care.” she said softly. “I just don’t care anymore.”

She turned slightly to Prussia. “I‘m going home East, I‘ve had enough of this party. See you later.”

Prussia nodded. “See you at home West.”

The crowd easily parted for her. Some were still staring at her in shock.
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Everything from there was a blur. She remembered getting her coat back. She remembered getting in the car that her boss had given her to go to the ball. She remembered smiling slightly at the driver and reassuring him when he asked if she was alright.

She slumped in the backseat wearily.

Then she felt her purse vibrate slightly.

She opened and saw her cell phone. She pulled it out and saw that she had a text from Prussia.

Alright before everyone else starts calling you and texting you and gott knows what else they’ll do, I’ll make this fast. Are you alright? Do you need me to come home now? Do you want to be alone or should I be with you?

She smiled slightly at her brother and most of all his proper grammar and spelling. Whenever he got worried and texted he would use perfect words and punctuation.

It’s alright she texted back. Stay at the party. Have fun. Just don’t answer any questions either than if I really am I girl or something like that. I’ll handle that myself. I know you were planning to be with Spain and France after the party. Don’t let me stop that. I’ll be fine.

And I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t answer if you were fine or not.

East…I honestly don’t know right now.

You’re sure you don’t want me there?

Positive. I honestly do need to be alone for a while to get my mind in order.

Alright I guess. Sister?

Yes?

I love you.

I love you too brother.


Germany leaned back in her seat. Her phone started to vibrate again.

Italy was calling her.

Narrowing her eyes she directed the call to voice mail. Almost as an afterthought she pulled out her battery as well.
Tags: aph, england, fanfic, femgermany, france, hungary, italy, prussia
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