United States of Hetalia Productions
I made up the setup for this muse a while ago and then a person who recently reviewed 'The Pianist' asked for more pairing fics with Hungary and, weeeell... This happened by accident. I don't own Hetalia.
It is a well-known fact that 'proper ladies' have rules.
'Be pretty.'
'Be smart.'
'Be quiet.'
'Be polite.'
'Flaunt your figure.'
'Don't be too sexy either.'
'Wear makeup.'
'Look natural, men hate a cake face.'
'Lose some weight.'
'Have some curves.'
'Wear the skirt.'
'Long hair is feminine.'
'Have skin like porcelain.'
'Sit like this.'
'Act like that.'
'Let the man do this.'
'You're a girl, you can't do this.'
Be comfortable but meet the rules.
Act like a fucking princess even when you feel like you're just a damsel in distress.
'He said you have a nice ass, take the compliment.'
'You and your 'permission'. I swear your husband will never be allowed to touch you, then.'
'What do you mean you're ready for the party? Not in jeans. Go upstairs and put on the goddamn dress.'
'You forgot the lipstick again.'
'You can't keep wearing t-shirts, you look like a lesbian.'
'You're not feminine enough.'
For being born with boobs and a uterus, some get these rules thrust upon them.
If you don't meet these requirements, some people won't considered a 'proper lady' to some.
This, of course, is utter bullshit since not everyone can meet those requirements nor do some of them want to.
Like for example...
What if you feel like being a prince sometimes?
I would like to blame not only the reviewer and my brain for this fic idea, but also my grandmother.
Review, please.