Red...
R
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What's so special about red?
Easy, it's Alfred's favorite color, always has been.
For him red is the color of love, passion, anger, blood, and apart of his Flag.
You wouldn't know that was Alfred's favorite color unless you looked at his second favorite thing.
His shoes. Yes, I said shoes. Oh I don't just mean men's shoes. He has all kinds!
He has red cowboy boots, red converse, red sandals, etc. his favorite shoe is one no one knows he wears, he wears them when he goes out in disguise.
The shoes are glossy red stilettos about 6 inches tall. He likes how they make him taller then he already is.
Tonight he has tucked himself back, put in D-Cup fake bra, made his hips and ass look a bit bigger, has slipped on a sexy red knee length dress, put on the brown wig and green contacts, did his makeup and adorned himself with just the perfect amount of jewelry.
Alfred stepped into his high heels and talked a few times to get to the best feminine voice he could down "hello.. My name is Sondra Flēj.. And you are?" He said to the mirror "perfect~" Alfred purred and grabbed his clutch purse and keys. He left his apartment in downtown New Orleans and drove to Mardi Graal on Bourbon street.
He giggled as many a man shook beads asking for a slip. He walked into a bar and froze for only a moment at seeing none other then France in the bar. Alfred just stood straight and with the most casual walk he could muster, sashayed up to the bar and slipped onto a barstool, crossing his legs "Grey goose Martini, two olives please" he ordered and the bartender made a gesture of acknowledgement and started on it.
In the corner of his eye he saw the blonde he dreaded talking too sit on the barstool adjacent from himself. "Bonjour mon petit~ je m'appelle en Français Bonefoy" Alfred gulped, inaudibly, names for nations were special and he had just heard France's name. "Ah I apologize, you must not speak French.. I said hello, my name is Francis Bonnefoy" the blonde repeated and Alfred cleared his throat so it would drop an octave "my name is Sondra Flēj..." He said and thanked the bartender and drank his martini and ate the two olives "now if you'll excuse me.." He said and stood "wait! Can I get your number?" He asked "I'm sorry.. But no.. I'm taken.." He said.
The evening ended with Alfred undoing all his hard work and putting up his favorite shoes.
Weeks later there was a UN meeting in Quebec. Alfred had flown out before everyone and told Mathew of the event that happened. Mathew sighed "at least you had already known his name.." He said
Alfred groaned "that is not the point! What if it was.. If it was Switzerland? I don't know his name!" He said and Mathew nodded "I get the point.. But it's over now.." He said
Alfred sighed and nodded "yeah.. Ok.."
The meeting came quick enough and when he entered the meeting room he heard a sigh and the name "Sondra Flēj.. She reminded me so much of je belle Jeanne d'arc !" France sighed
Alfred frowned feeling guilty but erased it putting on his 'hero' smile. And continued with the meeting.
The was the first encounter Alfred would go threw.. The next.. Will be much more dangerous