Hi! Welcome to my first Hetalia fanfic. I hope you like it. This may have ooc.
In the home of America, America woke up late again for the United Nations meeting. He ran to the bathroom, brush his teeth, and ran out to get dressed. "Crap, all of my cloths are dirty." He ran to his closet to find at least one suit...but...nothing.
But only one set of clothes America had no idea why he had it. It was a...woman's...dress.
The dress is pink, goes down to the knees,and it shows off America's secret feminine figures. America has been struggling with them ever since he was young. Often mistaken as a girl and even England once said he have a sister. Hell, Canada is more masculine than him. To make America himself more masculine, he been eating burgers to at least gain some weight, but he ask Tony,his alien friend, to make a device to make him tall, but it works temporally. He also short than most male nations. It's too embarrassing to ask the Magic Trio to make him more masculine.
America blushed at the dress and looks down. 'What will the others say, especially the allies and axis.' He thought. He couldn't called in sick, because his boss and the countries would be very displease with him. "Well, I have no choice then." He said it out loud.
He put the dress on and looks at the mirror. "Many of the nations will think I'm a woman" He said out loud. He walked out of his home and headed to his car.
Timeskip
Once he's at the meeting. He took a deep breath and step out the car. He having an hard time, because of those dreadful heels his women wear. When he walk to the building hell got loose, something America and his women hate; cat-calling.
"Damn girl, nice legs" one nation said. Another whistled.
"Hey wanna "Netflix and Chill?" (if you don't what it means, it means sex. Yeah, stupid)" Another nation said.
Once in the room, finally, he hesitate to open the door. America took a deep breath and open the door. Immediately France came up to America, "Bonjour, I haven't seen you before." He took America's hand and kissed it while his other hand goes up America's right leg. America had enough of this so he...punch France straight to the jaw, send him flying to the across meeting table.
"WHAT THE FU*k?! I'M NOT A WOMAN." America shouted. Everyone in the room looked at america, who is blushing furiously.
"America is that you?" England questioned.
"Yes."
"Why are you in a dress and what happened to your physical body?"
"Well, I'm always this way,dude."
The whole room burst into shock.
I haven't in Fanfiction in a long time. I am huge fan of Hetalia. I written some other stories. The story was going to be America Female, nut that will happen in a different story or in this story. We'll see.