Author's Note: This is a de-anon from the Hetalia kinkmeme!
-Summary of the request: Russia cross-dresses and seduces another nation based off of Lola by The Kinks.
There will be several changes between the parts on the Hetalia kinkmeme and the newer parts I de-anon. Ya know, just in case someone points it out.
I seriously hope you enjoy this and thanks for even checking it out. :)
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Alfred F. Jones walked along the streets of Moscow, feeling cold and irritated. He had suddenly gotten the urge to leave the warmth of his comfortable apartment and venture out into the night in search of a distraction or something. Unfortunately for him, that something had proven to be elusive.
He passed by open bars and closed stores all the while mumbling to himself about not knowing the goddamn language of the goddamn country he was in. The only other person he knew that could help him had mysteriously disappeared after the end of the summit and Alfred was not about to call him up simply because he needed help.
He was not about to call him, period.
Wait. What did he need help with anyways? And why the hell was he out of his apartment again? He could be ordering more food or watching re-runs of that cartoon Russia liked so much. The one with the little brown bear thing. Che- che.. che-something.
Or he could be sleeping. Yes, sleep sounded wonderful to the American. Actually, scratch that. Aything sounded better than freezing outside.
Alfred decided to make his way back to the apartment by taking one of the back-streets he had noticed on his way to god-knows where. The street was dark save for a few flickering street-lamps and the glow of neon signs from the bars lining both sides. It was empty but not devoid of noise. Laughter and muffled russian words spilled out unto the street from some of the open doors and windows. Suddenly, a few buildings up ahead, a door swung open letting out a ray of blue light. Loud music and various noises could be heard coming from the now open door as Alfred got closer.
A man stepped out into the sidewalk followed by woman with broad shoulders and a wide back. Alfred immediately stopped dead in his tracks. He recognized the body of the person standing before him. How many times had he seen it in his dreams; his nightmares? The only difference now was that he had never seen a dress on the man he knew to have that exact same build.
No, it couldn't possibly be who he was thinking of. There was absolutely no way it could be who he was thinking of. The person he had in mind was very much a man known not for wearing skin-tight black dresses but for terrifying anyone he came into contact with.
He shivered against the cold and realized he needed to get home before the cold affected his brain any more than it already had. He was standing there rooted to the spot simply watching the exchange when the girl suddenly turned around. His eyes widened considerably when he saw the girl's face.
Red blush made her cheek bones seem higher, more refined. Black eyeliner ran along the edge of her eyes, her violet eyes.
Ivan. The name had immediately popped into his mind as he stared at the person before him. He was the only person Alfred knew to have eyes like that.
A flash of something Alfred couldn't place crossed Ivan's eyes. If he knew or even wanted to acknowledge it was Alfred standing there gaping at him, he sure as hell didn't show it. Ivan turned back around to face the other man. He mumbled something in Russian and proceeded to walk back into the night club.
Even after the other man had walked away and the door to the night club had been shut, Alfred simply stood there too dumbfounded to try and move.
Oh hell no. He was not about to let Ivan simply walk back into the club like that. He was either going to get to the bottom of why Ivan had been standing there in a dress and quite possibly use that information as future blackmail or so help him, he was never letting Ivan live it down.
Alfred shut his mouth, not realizing it had been open the entire time and walked towards the door. He was a man on a mission now; a mission hero's like him never backed down from.
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A/N: ORZ ; First part is rather short. They will get longer as they go along...
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