Title: Girly
Disclaimer: I do not own
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: genderbending
Characters/Pairings: Russia/fem!America
Summary: Alfred's always kept her secret from everyone but on one winter afternoon Russia finds out.
Russia knocked on Alfred's door with his pipe hard enough that dents formed in the wood. The smile he usually wore was absent as he waited for it to open. It had been too long since he had gotten into a good fight with anyone who could handle him. There had been that little incident of playing with Georgia but that hadn't been nearly enough fun for him. He hoped he would be obliged with a good fight here, he was sure he could convince the other man if he proved unwilling, with a pipe in hand he was good at convincing. When there was no answer from within Ivan sighed and decided he would just break in and wait until he got home. He kicked down the door and imagined that the property damage would only help convince Alfred they needed to fight. He padded through the hallway, enjoying how warm he kept his house, to the living room and paused.
Facing away from him was Alfred sleeping on the couch, his bomber jacket thrown on the floor as he basked in the winter sunlight that was streaming through the window. He had never seen America in just a tank top before and took in the sight of powerful forearms and shoulders with no compunctions. It was enough to make him put his intentions of waking him on hold for a few minutes. Ever since they had met Russia had thought that if America could only see things his way they would be good together.
With forceful hands he pulled Alfred over so that he could see his face. He didn't expect him to wake up, he hadn't woken up when he had banged on the door or broken in after all, but what he saw surprised him even more. On America's chest were boobs, breasts, whatever. Then his eyes flicked up to meet startled blue ones before he was kicked in the stomach by bare feet. He stumbled back as Alfred stood and pulled on his, her jacket like that could make what he had seen be unseen. As soon as it had been zipped she demanded, "What are you doing here?"
For one of the few times in his long life the nation found himself unsure of what to say, "I, uh. I came here to yell at you but it's impolite to shout at a woman who just woke up." He smiled, yes that had come out nicely, who said Americans were the best at thinking on their feet? His wish to fight was put aside for later, this would be much more fun.
She paled and gaped at him before saying, "Oh god."
The look of horror was good on her and he taunted, all the while keeping his sweet smile in place, "So all this time you were a girl..."
Alfred regained some of her bravo and stood straighter as she said, "That doesn't matter, I can still be the hero." He would have almost believed that she was confident if not for the way her hands clenched the fabric of her blue jeans.
Still pretending to be friendly he nodded, "Of course, haven't you ever heard of my Catherine the Great?" Then he gave her a knowing look, "But I must wonder at how you always hid your gender, could it be you were ashamed?" Not that there was anything to be ashamed of but she obviously thought so and that was what mattered.
She shrugged, "Arthur just thought I was a boy and I never bothered to correct him." Though she had to admit that she was thankful for when baggy clothes had come into style.
His smile became more pointed a he said, "Of course, though actually I've never seen you not wearing some kind of jacket, even when we were in the Pacific. I suppose you wear them just because they're comfortable." He was finally shifting to the attack and loved the way she flinched, Alfred had never been any good at hiding her emotions.
Alfred put her hands on her hips, "They, besides I don't see how it's anybody's business." After a short pause she said, "You won't tell anyone right?" The moment the words left her mouth she hated herself, saying that was like waving a big flag that had the word WEAKNESS painted on it right in his face.
Russia shook his head, "Don't worry I won't say a word." For now, until he could find someway to use this to his advantage.
She scowled, "You better not. Now get out of my house." Every instinct was yelling at her to just hit the bastard and beat him up until he agreed never to tell, but she knew that wouldn't work on him. The one thing she could count as a blessing was that they were no longer engaged in the Cold War.
"Very well." He let her herd him to the door and enjoyed the sight of her scowl deepening and her fists clenching tighter at the sight of what he had done. Once he was outside he commented, smile still on his face, "Oh, by the way, I would be careful not to upset me in public. Otherwise I might mix up my pronouns and that would be dreadful."
"Fuck you!"
Ah his silly little Alfred, she always had such a temper, it made it so much fun to play with her, he would have to come back for that fight some other time. "You're so rude, but I understand, you're distraught." He gave a mocking bow before saying, "Goodbye." and turning to leave.
America watched him go until he was out the gate and then picked up the door to put it back where it belonged. As soon as the door was in place she screamed and heaved the coat rack to the floor. It didn't make her feel better but at least she was doing something. She calmed down a little and sighed as she ran her fingers through the hair she had always made sure to keep short, though it was getting a little long. That had gone better than she had imagined it would when she was found out to be a girl. But she was sure at some point Ivan would try and use the knowledge he had to his advantage.
It was odd to know that someone knew after so long hiding the fact. When she was younger she had seen the way women were supposed to follow men but she hadn't wanted that. She wanted to be at the front exploring and hunting. The first time she had consciously kept her gender secret was from Arthur. He had already been restricting her so much with an excuse for every action, she hadn't wanted to give him another. But now Russia knew, but heroes didn't give into fear, she would just wait for him to try something and then kick his ass.
Ivan slipped between his sheets, not even noticing the chill of the fabric. It had been a good day at work, though his boss had asked multiple times if he would 'please stop smiling like that' because it was making him uneasy. But how could he after finding out something so wonderful? He loved power, basked in it, he only allowed the strong to be his boss. If they were weak he crushed them, no mater what family they came from. Ever since he had successfully freed himself from England, one of the most powerful nations at that time, he had been interested in America. How many times had he laid on these exact same sheets and pretended it was America's hand instead of his own, all that strength reigned in to pleasure him?
The knowledge that America was really a girl made the power she wielded even more attractive, more beautiful in its rarity. The best part was no one else knew America's secret, it was his alone. He didn't want to share the knowledge with anyone else, it was better like this. But America didn't need to know that, just having the threat hanging over her head would be enough. Though, maybe he could use it differently, not as a tool to control her but a way to make her come willing to him. That was a good idea, for all her brashness there had to be some part of her that was too feminine to show the world. He would gain her affection by being an outlet for that, and after that he would convince her to become one with him.