Hetalia is not mine. Belongs to Himaruya-sensei.

Warning: Yaoi, a bloody skirt and…WORLD X ENGLAND~ oh, curses blah blah blah….

Provoking the predicament.

"Seriously, it isn't like I was the one who designed that." Arthur tried to stay calm. His green eyes locked with Elizabeta's own green orbs. He could see that this conversation wouldn't go anywhere.

Elizabeta suddenly pounded on Arthur's table, sending Arthur's paper work flying. "But you can do something about this! Look at this uniform, it is unjust!" The girl's eyes shone with furious spirit.

Ah, the issue about the Hetalia Gakuen's female uniform… Ever since Arthur took the position as the student council president he has gotten mountains and mountains of complaints about it. He also cannot count how many times he has had discussions and confrontations like this he has had with the female body of the school, led by no other than Ms. Elizabeta Hedevary.

Not to mention all the doors that were taken down by the girls. Honestly, Arthur already has fund for monthly repairs and replication of the said doors who has met an awful fate of dying under raging female's feet.

"It a little bit short yes but it's…" Arthur grazed towards the rest of the female population in room, some with worried looks on their faces but mostly glaring at him like he was the one who decreed them to wear those, which he isn't by the way. "…decent?…"

"What do you mean 'decent'?! It's downright skimpy!" Bella and some among the hordes of females shouted, much to the approval of all of the females present in the room.

"Kirkland, this is sexism, I tell you!" Michelle appeared beside Arthur jolting the man out of his seat.

"What are you doing here?! I thought I ordered everyone from the council to leave the room!"

"I happen to be part of the 'female side' so deal with it."

Arthur groaned. Why can't these girls get the fact that it wasn't his job to assess these things!?… It was Mr. Vargas' job for goodness bloody sakes! Arthur eyed the female uniform again. He honestly cannot see anything wrong with it. Nothing, what so ever.

But then again Arthur does agree that it is on the slightly short side…

"Can't you decree that we can also wear pants…or at least increase the length?" Arthur heard one of the timid girls said, blushing slightly.

Arthur sighed. "I-I can try but it will still be up to Mr. Vargas if he'll permit it."

But then Arthur made a fatal step.

"…I personally don't see anything wrong with it…"

-TORTURE-EXCECUTED-

"Why did I agree with this again?" Arthur groaned. Fuck his position, damn it.

"Oh, cheer up Arthur, after all you said that there is nothing wrong with 'our' uniform. Maybe a day in it would enlighten you." Arthur shivered at the smile Elizabeta sent him.

"Bloody hell…" Arthur groaned as he slammed his head on his office desk. Maybe he can cut class and say that he finally got buried under mountains of paper work.

The glare and Natalia's far-too-sharp knives made him think otherwise though.

Flashback to yesterday~

"I personally don't see anything wrong with it…"

Arthur proceeded to rearrange the paper on his desk, not noticing the dark aura forming around the girls and the strange way that Elizabeta's eye twitches.

"Now then off you…" Arthur gulped as he was met with insane and crazy looks from the girls.

Murderous in fact…

Arthur shrank back to his chair when Elizabeta put a hand on his table and leaned in. Homicidal intent clearly on her lovely face. Arthur paled even more when the girl smiled.

Satan just choked on his bourbon somewhere down there…

"So there is nothing wrong with it huh?" There was a strange look on Elizabeta's eyes that made Aethur want to scream for anyone. Even Francis, the perverted goat-face wine bastard frog would do. Well, the man is the Vice-president…

"Maybe we could convince him with a more forceful persuasion." A pair of knives embedded themselves next to both side of Arthur's head.

"Weapons aren't allowed within school premises…" Arthur managed to say but froze by the stare Natalia Braginski gave him. He'll have to report the girl to Vash later…

"Maybe we can show you what we experience everyday, Arthur." The poor Englishman's head turned towards Michelle, whose brown eyes screamed bloody murder.

"Eh,umm…there is no need for that…"

"Sure there is~" Bella, the Belgian girl from his art class chirp cheerfully.

To Arthur it sounded like his death sentence.

"And what better way to show it you, by letting you experience it for yourself…" Lily, Vash's younger sister said, smiling at Arthur warmly.

It made Arthur's blood cold.

It got a thousand times colder from all the approving, not to mention, maniacal stares he was getting.

Arthur stared at the sharp knives that Natalia held.

He prayed, he prayed hard.

That he'll be able to leave here alive…

And with his pride and manhood intact.

End of flashback

Back to scenario here…

Needless to say, Arthur managed to get leave, warm and alive.

But that was a different issue with his pride and manhood.

"You look sooo cute, Are you really sure you're a boy?" Elizabeta giggled at the annoyed look oh Arthur's face.

"Sod off! And I do not look 'cute'! I look like a moron!"

"Oh c'mon eyebrows~ Not everyone can pull this look off and you pull it off mightily fine!" Michelle piped in, amused smiled on her face.

"I feel insulted, and strangely, violated."

"Maybe if you agreed in the first place to follow our demands this wouldn't be happening… and you so do look cute!" Bella said, taking in Arthur's appearance.

Arthur, no longer able to take the cooing from the girls stood up from his chair and tried to stumped his feet in annoyance.

Tried. Only tried.

What happened was, when Arthur was going to stump his feet, the red-checkered skirt fluttered even in just a single gesture. Albeit the deed was rash and rough, still it didn't justify why the skirt would flutter like that when there is practically no air current in the room.

Although it did justified Arthur's totally-manly-I'm–so-sarcastic-right-now yelp and the furious redness on his face.

Arthur is getting a clear idea why girls hated their uniforms…

He was starting to curse it to the deepest pits of hell himself…

The Englishman, who is wearing a skirt, looked over to his 'tormentors' to see them all beaming and had that 'I'm-going-to-coo-at-you-right-now-because-you-look-sooo- ukeish-right-now look.

Well, at least it was only the skirt, they had let him keep his male upper uniform. Arthur would die right the second if he was force to wear the whole attire.

"If I agree to support you guys, can I change back to my own uniform?" Arthur asked, even though he had a feeling it was futile.

And based on the smile rest of the girls sent him…

He was doomed…

The end!

Hahaha, I had so much fun writing this~ I got this prompt from livejournal and since it isn't filled I decided to write it and totally not post it on the meme(I don't want to and know how to) To the person who requested this, I'm really sorry. And to all whose reading this, I'm also sorry because I'm not sure if I have enough ideas to fuel this, wow, that coming from someone like me is funny...

Sooooooooooooo…

ANY IDEAS~ I'm dead serious, any ideas at all! This is supposed to be a let's-all-molest-Arthur story so every male character is welcome. I only have a few characters on my head right now-RUSSIA AND SWITZERLAND sooo yeah, you realize I need ideas, plots on how your requested male can cough-molest-cough Arthur…

Or maybe I could end it here and let you guys and me wander it for ourselves? I'll stick to England's brothers or Russia saving his arse at the end(and brutally punishing all those molesters or just France)

IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS, IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS,IDEAS~ Wow, I never realized that when you type ideas so many times you can make the mistake of typing 'IDEAD' instead…wow, that just totally rhymed…

IDEAS! REQUESTS! REVIEWS!

And no flaming please!