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England's Secret

"Artie! Where are you?" America yelled as he entered the Brit's house. He was confused that England wasn't in his favorite chair reading another one of his boring books. "Hmmm… I wonder where he is…" the American pondered, but he then noticed that the shower was on.

"Oh…" America sighed, "he's in the shower," He flopped down into England's favorite chair to wait for him. He was feeling bored, so he started staring at the ceiling fan. He heard the water stop in the bathroom.

"Bloody hell!" America heard England scream from the bathroom. He immediately ran to the bathroom door and flung it open.

"Artie, are you…" America started but was stopped when he saw what England was wearing. He had his pants on, but no shirt yet. Instead, he had a corset-type thing wrapped around his torso. He was trying to zip up the back when he saw the American barge in. "Get out, you bloody wanker!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. He turned his back to America and kept screaming various British swears.

America slammed the door quickly due to all of the screaming from his adoptive brother. He had no idea what he just saw. Why was Artie wearing a corset? He thought, Perhaps he hurt himself, or maybe he liked to cross-dress… America let his mind ponder the reasoning behind the strange thing England was wearing. He finally decided that he probably hurt his ribs or something, but that didn't explain why it was a baby blue color.

All the time he was thinking of excuses for why England had the strange thing around his chest, England was finishing getting dressed. When he finally left the bathroom, he was wearing a normal, button up shirt with jeans on, a little casual for him, but it was his house. "Why did you barge into my home?" He asked America, "It's rude you know," England was glaring down at the American sitting in his favorite chair. He looked exactly like he did when he had to scold America when he was little.

"Errr… ahhh… well…" America started, but he stammered due to the evil aura emanating from the Brit. "I was bored, so, well, I came to see if you, well, had anything to d-do…" he trailed off, obviously looking awkward with the Brit looking awkward with the Brit staring at him intensely.

England pulled away, "That's no excuse, and what did you expect me to do about your boredom?" He scowled and crossed his arms as he turned away from America. America just stared at England's back and slumped down in the chair. He started to fiddle with his hands in his lap. He looked guilty of something.

England was on the verge of losing his confidence. He said calmly, "Can you just leave?" He gestured to the door and started to rub the bridge of his nose when America shook his head.

"Why?" America jumped out of his chair and ran up to England. "Plus, Iggy, what were you wearing in there," He pointed at the bathroom.

"First of all, its rude to point, secondly, don't call me Iggy, you know I hate that, and lastly, it is none of your business what I do in my own home!" England looked away in order to hide the small blush creeping across his face. "Just get out!" He finally lost the last of his patience and shoved America towards the door. America was still curious about what England was wearing, so he grabbed on to the sides of the door he left open when he barged in. The smaller country continued to try to push him out of his home.

"Get your fat arse out of my house!" England yelled as he tried with all his might to rid his home of the unwelcome guest. America just stood there, not exerting much effort to stay put. The difference in strength was unimaginable, even though when America was little he could lift a buffalo; England wasn't expecting him to be so strong. England began to get tired as he started to put all his weight into the pushing. He wasn't very heavy, so it didn't help all that much. He was starting to sweat and began to lose all his energy he should have had.

After what seemed like forever, the older nation gave up. "What will it take for you to leave?" he asked, gasping for breath.

America turned around and stared at England's small tired frame. "I want to know what you were wearing," he replied softly.

"… A… corset…" England replied curtly. When America was still in shock from what England said, England, again, attempted to rid his house of the American vermin. He almost succeeded, but as England was closing the door, America stuck his foot in the way. He pried the door open with the British man attempting to keep it shut, to no avail.

"Wait. Why were you wearing a corset?" The larger nation asked, leaning toward England, waiting for a good reason.

"I… can't tell you," England replied as he started to look at his feet.

"Why not?" America wined, placing both his hands on England's shoulders.

"I… just can't, okay?" He awkwardly replied to his former colony. America lessened the grip on England's shoulders. He released one to close the door he had left open, only to return to its original position.

"What are you trying to hide?" America began to shake England violently. As a reply, England just crossed his arms over his chest when America finally stopped shaking him. America's curiosity was beginning to get the better of him. "If you don't tell me, I guess I'll have to look for myself to see what is under it." America eyed him mischievously.

"Wh-what do you mean?" England asked him dumbly. Just a second after the words escaped his mouth, he was pushed to a nearby couch. "What the hell are you doing?" he yelled as he tried to get up, but found that America was sitting on him, pinning his legs down. Next, England tried to push the larger country away, but instead, he found that he lost control of his arms when they were pinned over his head.

"Stop!" England screamed as America started unbutton England's shirt.

"So you do have a secret…" America whispered with a smile on his face into England's ear. The feel of America's hot breath on his ear sent a shiver up England's spine and a blush was staring to creep across his face. During this momentary lack of focus, America finished unbuttoning his shirt. When he notice that he only had his undershirt on, England began to struggle and squirm with all his might. This made America's job a thousand times harder. The fact that he was doing this with one hand also made it difficult. "Let me go!" England began to scream again.

The only thing left for America to remove was England's undershirt. To get this off, America would have to remove his grip on the British man's arms. England's chest was larger than he expected, and his waist was slimmer too, I guess his suit made him look manlier… America thought. Shortly after, he shook his head and pushed the thought to the back of his mind, he couldn't think of things like that now, he had a job to do. He just had to find out what England was hiding.

At this point, England face was flushed a deep shade of red, "Alfred F. Jones! Get the hell off of me!" England screamed. He was squirming more than before, as if he found a reserve of strength hidden somewhere deep within.

In an attempt to calm him down, America leaned close to England and placed his forehead on England's. "You know, you look almost like a girl right now…" America smirked, "almost… if it wasn't for these eyebrows…" he pulled up and poked at the bushy eyebrows over England's eyes. England had stopped squirming momentarily, and had his moth gapped open in an amusing facial expression. His face was now as red as one of Romano's tomatoes. During his confusion, America ripped off England's last piece of clothing.

Now the baby blue corset was exposed for all to see. America quickly regained control of England's arms and re-pinned them above his head. "Can't have you squirming away, now can we?" America mused, and reached behind England's back to search for the zipper.

When he finally found the zipper and began to pull it down, England begged, "Please, don't…" he had the saddest expression on his face, his bushy eyebrows curled up in the middle, but by the time America noticed it, the corset was already unzipped. It slowly fell to the ground as America decided to release his former ruler.

Once the corset fell to the ground America jumped back and fell of the couch screaming, "E-England… what is that? Y-you have br-breasts!" he couldn't help but stare as he sat dumbfounded on the floor. England quickly tuned his (or her) back to America, obviously embarrassed about the entire situation. America sat there dumbfounded for almost a minute with the half-naked Brit sitting in a fetal position on the sofa. Finally, America removed his bomber jacket from his back and draped it over England's slender frame.

"I-I didn't want anyone to find out…" England finally stammered, clutching America's jacket tightly in her hands. The soft fur around the caller was beginning to sooth her. She looked like they were on the verge of tears.

"Ummm…. H-how long have you been a g-girl?" America finally managed to stammer. He still hadn't fully recovered from the shock yet, he just found out that his oldest friend was a girl! It was obvious that England didn't want to talk about it and he backed off.

After an awkward few minutes of sitting on the couch next to the half-naked Brit, America placed his arm around England's shoulder and softly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know…" his grip on England's shoulder tightened.

"Don't worry about it," England replied in a soft voice. She leaned her head onto America's shoulder, "You didn't know…" she stayed that way only momentarily, before she got up and started to collect the clothes that America ripped off of her.

England left the dumbfounded American on the couch and went to her room. When she returned, she was wearing the jeans and button-up shirt again. She carefully sat down on the couch next to America, folding her legs under her.

"I guess you want some explanations…" England finally said and looked over at America. He was sitting cross-legged and staring at England. After a small nod from America, England let out a small sigh.

"It's a long story, so you better get comfortable," England started. America began to shift around to find a comfortable spot on the couch, "okay, a long, long time ago, when I was younger, I had to live by myself. I tried to keep larger nations from taking over my country and invading. As you probably know, back in the day, women had to power or rights. Early on, I decided to conceal this fact to protect my country."

"Oh my god," America whispered, "dude, are you serious?" he began to lean closer to the larger nation.

"Why would I be lying about this, moron?" She yelled jumping up off the couch. She tried to calm down a little bit. "Also, my real name isn't Arthur, its Alice," She sighed, looking at her feet. "I know now-a-days women have as many rights as men, but I've been hiding it for so long, I-I just don't know what to d-do…" she put her face in her hands and she looked like she was sobbing, but America wasn't sure.

"Ummm…. Do any of the other countries know?" America asked placing a hand on her back, feeling her tense up under his large hands.

"Hhhmmmm… only Francis, but he knows better than to talk about it…" she looked up and stared off into the distance. She looked at America with a panicked look that grew over her face. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, "You can't tell anyone! Please…" her face was extremely close to her former colony's when a small tear rolled off her cheek. He was shocked about how desperate she was to stop him from telling anyone.

America was startled at first, but he slowly raised his hand to her face and whipped a tear away, "Don't worry, I won't," America whispered to her. He leaned closer to her with a very serious look on his face. He didn't normally look so serious in any situation, so it caught England a little off guard. When she was still in shock he softly placed his lips on her's. He quickly pulled away when she tensed up, he looked at her for a second before saying, "Thanks, you managed to cure my boredom," she looked at him dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

America just stood up, leaving the now bright red, England staring at him on the couch and started towards the door. "A-Alfred, what w-was that?" England stammered. In response, America just smiled his usual, 'I don't know what's going on' smile.

"See you at the meeting tomorrow, Arthur," America said with a grin right before he left England's house and started his way home.

"Bloody git," England whispered to herself, "what was he thinking…"