Chapter 1: America's Prank Gone Wrong

China walked down the hallway to the Allies' meeting. He was wearing his military attire. A green shirt and pants with a red band on his left arm. He walked straight and composed. When suddenly, a chill went down his spine. His uniform became heavy with the weight of the water that had just poured down on him. "I totally got you! Take that Eng-" America quickly stopped talking as he saw that it was not England that had wandered into his trap, but China.

"Sorry dude! I thought you were England. We cool broha?"

China sighed. "It's fine, I carry a change of clothes. Just for in case I wander into one of your stupid pranks" He turned on his heel, not waiting for a reply, and stormed off towards the bathroom. "Ass" he muttered under his breath.

He pushed open the bathroom door and walked to the first stall. Quickly locking the door behind him, he pulled out his spare clothes. "Oh shit"

Chapter 2: The Mix-up

From his bag, China pulled out not his spare shirt and pants, but his weekend wear. An oriental floor-length dress. "I must have accidentally grabbed this by mistake this morning.." He-no-she reluctantly pulled the garment over her arms and swiftly fastened the buttons down the center. Slipping her feet into a pair of black flats, she stepped out of the stall.

Walking up to the mirror, she pulled out an elastic and tied her deep brown hair back. Not into her usual side ponytail, but into a high one, letting her bangs frame her face. "Might as well" she said, exiting into the hallway and continuing to the meeting.

She felt eyes watching her as she hurried down the long hallway. She let her hair fall in front of her eyes. No one needed to recognize her. Not yet anyways.

She raised her hand and slowly pushed open the door to the meeting hall.

Chapter 3: The Meeting

"Hey China!" Said America, facing the board. "Sorry about that whole water thi- who the hell are you" He continued, spinning around to face her.

"ASSHOLE!" said China, hitting him over the head with her hand. "It's your fault that I'm dressed like this so the least you can do is recognize me!"

"China!?" America exclaimed. "What the hell man? Why are you dressed like a chick?"

"Why do you think, idiot?" yelled China sitting down and crossing her arms.

It was then that she noticed everyone else staring at her with strange expressions. They were confused, weirded out, and a bit frightened.

"What are you looking at?" said China calmly, pulling out a bottle of gold nail polish. Why keep up the charade any longer? "Honestly, I don't know why you're so surprised..."

The room went awkwardly silent. Then, out of the blue, "CHINA YOU ARE A CHICK?!" everyone chorused.

"Idiots"