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.
Germany sighed as she entered her house. She pulled the coat off her shoulders and wearily hung it on the back of the door. She placed her purse on the side table and clumsily took off the heels and threw them in a corner of the room, for once not caring where it went.
She sighed as her hand came to her face and she gently pulled the mask off. She turned it in her hands and simply stared at it for a few moments.
It was a beautiful mask. A deep blue color with gems on the side. The curves on the bottom were gentle while the ones on the side and upwards were rougher. The top sides were pointed upwards. The fabric that did lay on it was soft to the touch, almost like silk.
She laid it gently to the side and continued forward.
The fabric of the dress was gently gliding alongside with her. Trailing behind her like a cape. She entered her bedroom.
Shower. She wanted no needed to take a shower. Desperately. It didn't matter that it was about two in the morning. Her boss knew about tonight's party and made sure not to schedule any meetings tomorrow. It didn't matter if she missed tomorrows exercise. Missing one day won't kill her. It would give her time to stay in bed and simply think. Try to figure out her emotions and what she should do.
Her hands came to the zipper on her back and pulled it downward. It came down easily. The dress pooled around her feet and she stepped out of it. She picked it up along with its hanger and gently hung it up on the door. She stepped back and simply stared at it for a moment before walking into the bathroom with her hands going to her hair and pulling it out of its bun.
Her now long hair fell down freely reaching past her shoulders. She glanced at the mirror and almost smiled. She was finally given an opportunity to grow it out and she liked the way she looked. And now that it seemed everyone knew she was a girl there didn't seem to be a reason to cut it.
"You know something?" Gilbert had said seeing her long hair. "You look just like grandfather now. Except you're a girl."
She turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. Closing her eyes she relished the feel of the water on her body. She stretched her arms upwards and flexed her fingers.
She gave a slight whimper. She brought her hands around her arms and gripped them. She finally let out a sob.
Germany fell to her knees sobbing. Her hands covered her face as she cried. She rocked in place on the marble floor. She clutched at the shower curtain, the shower knobs, anything.
This was her haven. This was her private moments. The one place where she was able to bring down the mask she had carefully done and showed the world as her true self.
After all in the shower no one can be able to tell if the water on her face was mere shower water or tears.
About a half hour later she stumbled out of her shower clad in her choice of sleepwear; boxers and a t-shirt. She slid under her covers, soft to the touch and oh so very comforting and beckoning.
She was asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
Her phone was ringing.
She groggily lifted her head off the pillow and glanced at the clock before groaning. It was about five in the morning and the sun wasn't going to rise for another two hours. Who would be calling her now?
And it was that phone. The phone whose number only a select few had.
One being her boss and another select few.
The other was Prussia's favorite bar.
She stumbled out of bed and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she mumbled.
"Yes this is Kevin again." the man on the other line said.
It was the bar.
Germany sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Let me guess. My brother?"
She could almost feel him rolling his eyes. "I don't call you asking you for a date darling."
"Who doesn't want to hear that." she said, as she walked to her closet and pulled out her jeans, binds, shirt, and jacket.
"You're coming here now right?" he asked.
Germany nodded even though she knew that he couldn't see her. "What's the damage this time?"
"Your brother and his two friends drank about four barrels of my best stuff." he said.
"That doesn't seem that bad."
"Four barrels each love."
"Careful Kevin, your English roots are showing."
"I'll try to hide them as I sip my tea and nibble on my crumpets."
She was actually smiling. "Alright, I'll see you in a few minutes."
"Come before someone decides to call the police." he said. "And that someone just might be me."
"You've said that every time you call me for the last five years." she said before hanging up.
She quickly dressed, remembering to tighten the bindings. Passing by the mirror she saw her long hair. Shrugging she simply put it into a ponytail before taking her keys, grabbing her long overcoat, slid into her boots, and left out the door.
The fresh air felt good. The air was crisp and clear. Cold enough that when she breathed in there was that familiar and comforting sting of pain in her lungs.
She loved it.
She took off in a brisk step in a familiar direction. There weren't that many people out and those who were smiled at her. She smiled back at them and nodded.
Turning the corner she froze. Her brother was there still dressed in his suit from the party. Along with Spain and France.
And England was standing next to France.
And both Italian brothers were standing next to Spain.
Making up her mind quickly she walked forward straight to her brother.
She crossed her arms. "Brother. You need to gain some control on your drinking."
Six heads turned towards her.
"West!" Prussia called out gleefully, his speech slurred. "Bout time you got here."
"Sorry to keep you waiting." she said taking her brother by the hand.
Prussia allowed her to lead him towards their house. "I'm not drunk West, I'm not!"
"Whatever you say East."
Italy stepped forward. "Um...Germany?"
She ignored him as she focused on her brother. "I was told that you drank four barrels. Congratulations, a new record for you."
Prussia nodded proudly. "I think I deserve a medal for that."
"I severely hope that they don't give medals for that."
"Germany." Italy said slightly louder.
Purposely turning her back on him she guided her brother by the shoulders. "Come on brother, let's get you home."
As they started to walk away Italy actually reached out and grabbed her arm in what could almost pass for a tight grip. "Germany."
In a single move and a flash of limbs with years of practice she grabbed his arm and twisted it slightly so the bones would creek in warning that they were close to breaking. Italy let out a cry as his legs buckled under him.
"I never gave you permission." she hissed. "To talk to me as if you were my friend. Not anymore."
She let go of his arm. "You have played around with my emotions and my feelings for years, for too long. No more. I refuse to be your little plaything."
She turned to the others who were staring at her. "And before you ask. Yes I am a girl. Yes I have always been a girl. Yes I hid it from everyone for reasons I'm sure you can understand. I expect to be treated no different than you have treated me all this time, understand?"
England and Romano, along with Spain and France whom perhaps the words had gotten through the alcohol that they had taken in, nodded.
"Good. Tell that to the others." she said turning back to her brother. She pulled his arm on her shoulders and practically lifted him entirely off the ground. "Come on East, let's get you home."
Surprisingly Prussia didn't say a single word as they walked home. Usually when he gets drunk he would yell and laugh and be about three to four different types of obnoxious.
However now he was as quiet as the town was at the moment.
Prussia sighed and leaned closer to his sister.
Bismarck sighed and leaned back in his chair.
Germany, her feet dangling a good two and a half feet from the ground bit her lip and glanced up at him every few seconds.
"I thought you fought for Germany." Prussia said. He was leaning back in his own chair and had his arms crossed.
"I do." Bismarck growled. He brought his hand to his forehead and rubbed slightly. "But when I thought of Germany I thought of a boy that will become a man."
"Well she's a girl that will become a woman." her brother shot.
"And that is exactly what I do not want." Bismarck shot back. "Do you understand her position?"
Germany finally looked up and asked "What do you mean?"
"What I mean, my darling Deutschland, is that from here on you will be seen as weak." he said. "A woman. Inferior. A country to be invaded and conquered. Never rising up."
"All because I am a girl?" she asked. "That doesn't make any sense."
"It makes perfect sense." he continued. He stared at Germany silently for a moment. "Unless we..."
It was Prussia's turn to look and stare at Bismarck. "You can't be thinking."
"Oh I am." Bismarck started to grin.
He walked forward and in an almost gentle grip he took her chin in his hand and brought their eyes together.
"No one will ever have to know that you're a girl." he said. Her eyes widened at his message. "If we hide it."
"No!" Prussia exclaimed. "I did not raise her to be ashamed of who she is."
"There is no shame in hiding something as little as this." Bismarck said not looking away from Germany's eyes.
"You're asking her to pretend to be something she isn't!"
"For the good of the people." he grinned.
"So what do you say Deutschland?"