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^J^ Thank you for coming here and reading this. Russia has a secret. What is it? Well I guess you'll just have to read to find out ;)

I hope you enjoy~ 3

Ivan sat at the large desk in his office, signing important documents for his country. He let out a long, tired sigh. In all honesty, the Russian hated doing work almost as much as Alfred did, which was really saying something.

Glancing over at his closet, he knew what he wanted to do, and he was the only one home at the moment so he wouldn't have to worry about someone walking in on him and figuring out his dark secret. -I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a little break. It's not good to overwork anyway-. Ivan thought as he opened his closet, and pulled out his secret box. He smiled widely at it's contents. Inside was a short, red, silky dress just his size. The burly man had a secret love of wearing women's clothing.

Ivan shed his clothes off in a matter of seconds and changed into the blood red dress. He looked in the mirror and added some mascara and pink lipstick to complete the look. It was pretty scary. I mean, just take a moment to really imagine that. -Damn I've got the looks. I'm even hotter than those actresses in America's action movies.- He thought while doing sexy poses in front of the mirror.

His one person sexy party was interupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing with a loud thud. Utter terror filled Ivan. If anyone found out about this, soon the whole world would know, no one would want to become one with him anymore, and his only companions would be the voices, driving him to insanity.

"Liet! Liet! Are you home?!" A certain Polish man shouted, searching for his best friend. "Omg I've like totally got something great to show you. I found that old pic of you from Christmas when Finland brought you those pink undies." He continued, walking down the hallway, stopping at Russia's door. Feliks was unfamiliar with the house, and decided to check each room, figuring his buddy was taking a nap or something.

Ivan heard the footsteps stop at his door and nearly pissed his pants. The door nob started to turn slowly with suspense. The door suddeny swung open. Russia froze in fear, afraid of what would happen to him now. Feliks's eye brows shot up to his hairline, completely shocked at the scene, but after a the shock passed he smiled.

"Care if I join?" he asked, ripping open his uniform to reveal a cute pink dress. Ivan smiled because of the relief he felt, knowing he didn't have to worry about Feliks making a big deal about it. "You will tell no one about this, да?" Russia asked for reassurance, his face showing an expression that read If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you. Poland nodded, closed the door behind him, and took off the rest of his uniform to show his lovely dress.

The two cross dressers spent the rest of the night listening to crappy American, teenage girl music from the 90s and dancing around beautifully...the stack of papers just sat there collecting dust.