America's POV
I looked at myself in the mirror and reflection of myself looking right back of me. The gentle dirty blonde curls that cascaded down to my shoulders, my blue eyes that someone long ago told me that they looked like two sapphire gemstones, fairly tan complexion, and my c-cup breast that I fondled gently as I glanced at them before looking back at my face and smiled at myself "I'm beautiful?" I said to myself even though I doubted that statement that left my lips. With that said I picked up my watch and glanced at the time and cussed under my breath, it was a quarter to seven am, and I had to get ready for a meeting. I again placed the watch down and picked up a white bra I laid out from last night and latched it before picking up my usual gauze and wrapping it up tightly around my breast to make it look I had a puffed up chest instead of the mountains that were on my chest. I usually did this since I didn't want my follow nations and allies to fine out my gender after all these years.
My real name is Amelia Francine Jones, though I go be the name Alfred Franklin Jones or the United States of America. I tangled myself in a web of lies ever since I was a child and when I was younger, the limey bastard, England told me that good boys never lie and I had a guilty conscience when I was younger because of this. However, I saw that girls had to follow certain roles in society, weren't able to do most things men would and most importantly they were treated like second class citizens and I really didn't want my ex-tutor to treat me like some delicate flower that could have its steam bent in the wind. No, I wanted to be treated like a boy. So that was the tricky part of my situation in the beginning. Lucky, I was only a young child and I obviously didn't hit puberty yet. However, I usually bathed regularly during that time and I acted a little independent from England like drying myself off, and dressing myself in the morning. And since he was usually busy with other colonies, countries and even his own problems back at home, I was usually was by myself as I aged. Only one of the maids I trusted the most knew my secret and told me about the changes happening to my body. By the time I saw Arthur again, I was probably 10 or so and he gave me the other talk about puberty and that I'm gonna start get interested in girls, grow hair, have wet dreams, and get a deeper voice. I don't know why, but I liked those times when he was a fatherly figure to me and I usually cried sometimes when he left… But that was when I was a child and I really didn't want to continue to think about my past since this walk through memory lane wasted ten minutes of prep time.
Heading back to get dress, I slipped on my white matching panties on and then slipped over boxers as a precaution of getting pants and seeing that the US of A wears lady's panties (she also put some tissues to make it look like she actually had a bugle). Once my boxers were on, I picked up my black dress pants and eased my legs into the pants since I'm klutz and usually could slip on the pants and bruise myself. After I put on my belt, I put a tank top on tucked it in my pants and did the same with my dress shirt. My tie was soon put on and so was my suit's jacket. Then I went to sit on the toilet bowl to put on my black socks and black leather dress shoes that gave me some extra height, even though I'm a 5'6" woman and that was fairly tall considering that around the average height of a male but the shoes give me 2 inches, making me a 5'8" man, not that bad. Then the easiest part came, as I put all of my hair into a bald cap before putting my 'Alfred' wig on, making me look like my persona without his, well my glasses on which I put on right after my wig was fixed in the right position. Looking at the reflection of the mirror now I don't see Amelia, just Alfred who I smiled to and pointing at the reflection like some kind of idiot as I commented on how good I looked before putting on my watch to find at I only had twenty-five minutes to get to the meet hall "Holy crap! I'm gonna be late!" I said a masculine voice I mastered during the years. Rushing out of the bathroom, I got my laptop bag and said good bye to Tony before rushing to the car and getting into the driver's sit. Starting the engine, I let out a sigh "Damn, I can't get coffee or breakfast cause of this. Oh well, my stomach can hold off until the lunch break where I can go to the Mickey D's next door" I said before driving to the meeting.
"Where the bloody hell is that America?" Arthur thought to himself as he tapped his pen on the oak wood desk in front of him, as he was thinking what everyone else was, including Ludwig who already seemed to be in a bad mood since the meeting should have started a couple minutes ago if it wasn't for America being late. Lucky, before Ludwig decided to start the meeting without him, Alfred barged through the doors panting "S-sorry… I'm… late... my alarm d-didn't go off" he lied in his usually loud voice. "It's about time you bloody wanker! We have been waiting ten minutes for your lazy arse"
"Well then, good morning to you too Mr. Sunshine" Alfred said with a chuckle once he regained his breathe and took the sit next to England like he away did.
"This isn't a laughing matter America, when I say 8:30 am on the dot I mean 8:30 am" Ludwig said in his usually angry tone before he cleared his throat and proceeded to start the meeting like it was supposed to ten minutes ago.
Finally after a couple of hours of arguing over everything on the morning agenda and hitting a dead end considering none of the topics had a majority ruling and contained lots of fighting. All of them were excused and were going out of the meeting hall for a mandatory lunch break. Lingering around, Alfred got up from his chair and stretched a little "God, that damn limey and commie gave me a freaking ear full" Amelia said with her regular voice since the no one was around her. She rubbed her throat softly "I gotta be careful, if I kept this up I'm gonna lose my voice" she told herself before looking at the door of the meeting room to find Arthur there "shit… shit…Shit!" she thought to herself as she started to panic as her mind went a million miles a second, as she thought of many questions like how long he was there and if he actually heard her true voice, whatever the fact was, she was unbelievably flustered and the blood bushed to her cheeks that made her have a profound blush on her face. "L-listen Arthur I c-can explain!" she stuttered as she tried to get her masculine voice and raised her hands up in surrender way. Arthur walked to Alfred and looked him with his eyes fixed on the other "You got 5 minutes" he said in his usual voice that sound like he was annoyed but his eyes showed that he was surprise at the feminine voice that escaped Alfred's lips "And while you're at it, tell whole truth Alfred" he added before the American looked at the ground and at his feet. He then looked up from the brim of his glasses and asked "The whole truth?" which Arthur then nodded to his question. "I…I can't lie anymore. I know I been doing this act for a long time and if I just say that was my impersonation of a chick… well I think he can figure that out" Amelia thought as her stomach churned and knotted. "Alright, but we gotta go to the men's room and you can't tell anyone else about this, got it?" Alfred told him as he extended Arthur his pinky hand for a pinky promise "Alright then..?" Arthur questioned what the other as up to before looking at the extended pinky figure which made him smirk a little "So childish" he thought before he pinky promise to secrecy. Soon America grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the men's bathroom that was the least used even though Arthur didn't need to be dragged.
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