A/N: Look, I did something! Anyway, sorry if the charter's are OC I did my best but Prussia... well yeah. I don't think I did it all that well. I hope you like it though~

Lots of hugs, Lottie x

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia and I make no money by doing this so don't sue me :)


"Truth or dare, Mattie?"

Matthew frowned, he'd been trying to think of what he would chose for ages. He always sucked at coming up with them, but picking one was even harder. There was just so much that could go bad.

If he picked dare, well who knows what the hell would happen to him. He could end up running down the street, naked. Someone had dared his brother to do that once. It had ended with their mum having to pick him up from a jail cell. That had been an eventful night.

It would get him noticed though. Alfred was always telling him he had to put himself out there; picking dare would be the perfect way to do that. Anyway, it's not like the dare would be that bad, right?

"D-Dare."

~xXx~

"D-Do I have to do this?" Matthew stared at his reflection nervously. This really was too cruel. He couldn't believe they were actually making him do this. That was definitely going to be the last time he ever picked dare. Even if it did get people to notice him; it was much easier to just avoid attention, especially if this is what it got him. He had hope they wouldn't go through with it; then again this was Elizabeta's idea and when it comes to this kind of stuff, no one could stop her.

"But you look adorable, Mattie ~" Elizabeta picked up another red bow putting his hair in bunches. She couldn't help but feel proud of herself. This was the sort of thing she could only dream about, mainly because when ever her and any boys played truth or dare, they knew better than to pick dare. Mainly because it ended in them wearing a dress; not that they didn't look lovely. It was just that they had to wear a dress. Strangely enough, not many of the boys wanted that.

"You actually look like a girl." Lovino who had also been 'helping' stood next to Arthur giving his amazing opinion, which mainly went along the lines of 'You could actually pull it off, Maple Bastard.' It had taken Matthew a while but he was finally used to Lovino's potty mouth. It was probably the fact that he had to put up with Alfred all the time. Though he doubted anyone swore as much as Lovino.

"Don't worry, lad. It's not for too long." Arthur on the other hand was trying to be sympathetic having already gone through this ordeal once before. It hadn't been pretty; that night they had been down A and E for hours, as the frog had a minor concussion. He didn't attempt to touch Arthur for a while after that though, that really didn't last long though.

"I-I'm really... C-Can I please not do this?" Matthew throwing Elizabeta one last begging look. Sure, he wanted people to remember him, he was starting to get fed up of being called Alfred, but he didn't want to be remembered because of this!

"Nope~!" Elizabeta grinned as she pulled the dress she had forced him into down a little, "You look so cute, Mattie~" She quickly tackled him into a hug. She was so glad it had been Matthew who picked dare. The Canadian just had the right bone structure. Perfect for being dressed up as a girl. "Now time to go outside." There was not one person in the room who didn't feel like running when they saw the determined glint in her eyes. It was a mix between crazed fan-girl and over protective mother. To put it bluntly, it was the look that could make grown men die of fright.

"Y-Yes, Ma'm!" Matthew jumped as he nervously followed her wobbling in the heels she had given him. Why for maples sake did he pick dare? Maybe Arthur's scones really are poisoned...

~xXx~

Matthew felt like dying. This was the worst thing that could ever happen to him. This was worse than when his team had lost the biggest Hockey match that season. He never thought anything could be worse than that, but here he was walking the streets in a dress. Guess things can be worse.

"H-How much longer?" Matthew looked around the corner, checking nervously for anyone he could know. Even though he highly doubted they would notice his existence, he still didn't want to be seen like this. It was just so embarrassing.

"It's just round the corner, mate." Arthur smiled, patting Matthew on the back. He thought of the boy as a little brother so he really hated to see him suffer like this. That didn't mean he was going to tell Elizabeta this was too harsh. He did value his life after all. As they say, never get between a yaoi fan-girl and her boys. Actually, he had no idea who says that but it's a pretty accurate idea. No one, not even Ivan, a massive Russian boy who looked as if he'd just stepped out of a horror movie, dared to challenge Elizabeta when it came to this kind of thing.

"Anyway you look really different, it's not like anyone will know it's you," Elizabeta chimed in trying to help. It didn't really though; all it did was remind Matthew that he was pretty much invisible to everyone else.

"Can we hurry this the f* up?" Lovino, being helpful as always, had already walked off back towards the house. Sure, it had been funny at first to watch Matthew suffer with a fate that could almost have been his, but it had gotten boring after the first 5 minutes. Now all he wanted to do was go back to his tomatoes and check that the 'unicorn' Arthur was ranting about hadn't eat them. He might not believe in that crap but he wasn't going to take chances where his tomatoes were involved.

"Lovino, can you try to be at least a little bit sensitive?" Arthur scowled, turning round to yell at the Italian.

"Why? It's not like I fucking want to be here!" Lovino retorted. Nobody argued with Lovino and there was a good reason for that. It was pretty much considered a fact that Lovino was the loudest and angriest person to ever exist. Even grumpier than grumpy cat.

"You're right. You're only here because the dumb Spaniard hasn't got time for you!"

"You're only hear because the wine bastard doesn't even want you!"

"What has the frog got to do with anything?"

"Well you brought up the tomato eating bastard!"

Matthew sighed as a full out argument started between the Brit and Italian. He was sarting to grow use t it, but it was still annoying. Especially when all he wanted to do was run back inside and hide. Matthew knew no one would recognize, as Elizabeta said, he looked completely different; also he doubted people would recognize him even if he wasn't wearing a dress.

Elizabeta on the other hand was thinking that if the pair didn't work out with their respective crushes Lovino and Arthur would make a pretty good couple. This would definitely have to be discussed at the next 'sewing', read as yaoi, club. Maybe she could get Kiku to draw the doushinji?

After trying to get someone's attention, Matthew finally gave up. He didn't want to be walking around the streets in a dress any longer than he had to, so he walked off back towards his apartment.

"Hey blondie!" Matthew froze, were they talking to him? No, they couldn't be, he was invisible. There was no way they were talking to him. The Canadian let out the breath he had subconsciously held, it was silly after all to assume people were noticing him."Hey! Gott, you walk fast." Matthew finally giving up the faint hope he had that they weren't talking to him, turned to face the person who was panting beside him.

The first thing he noticed was the person was an albino. That may sound harsh, but it was the first thing he saw. The more he looked at the boy, he realised something. This was Gilbert Beldischmit. This was the infamous joker of W Academy. To put it bluntly, Matthew was screwed.

Gilbert would realise Matthew was actually a guy, dressed up as a girl. He would then tell his friends who would tell other people. Then instead of being 'Matthew, who's that?'; he would be 'Matthew the guy who wears dresses.'

It was as if Matthew's life flashed before his eyes. He could see it all. The bullying he received now would increase. It would probably be worse as well. At least when Carlos hit him now, he would always apologize later with the excuse that he mistook him for Alfred. Chances are he would no longer receive maple syrup as an apology any more. They would be hitting him, knowing he was Matthew.

"P-please d-don't tell a-anyone." Matthew was fairly certain their were tears in his eyes, but he tried to maintain strong. He wasn't going to give them any more ammo than they already had to look down on him.

"W-Woah. D-Don't cry! If you cry I'll cry, and that would be totally unawesome." Gilbert stood their awkwardly patting the Canadian's back.

"I-I'm not crying." Matthew rubbed his eyes, why couldn't anything ever go the way he wanted? He didn't want to be noticed and for the first time in his life, he was noticed. He must have done something awful in a past life to deserve this. Or maybe karma thought he was Alfred and decided to take it's rage out on him.

"You should smile anyway, you have the chance to talk to the awesome me~!" Gilbert grinned happily. Leaving Matthew to wonder if Gilbert really was this self-absorbed. At least he was trying to cheer him up; it was kind of sweet... With not many people noticing him, Matthew was always happy when people took time to make sure he was okay. It reminded him he was important.

"Mattie~!" Matthew frowned turning to see his Hungarian friend running towards him. "Where did you... Pervert?" Her face changed from a look of pure joy at finding her current dress up doll to horror at the sight of Gilbert. It was common knowledge that Gilbert and Elizabeta had a complicated relationship to say the least. No one could tell if they wanted to rip out each others eye balls or jump in the sack together.

"Frying pan." Gilbert narrowed his eyes, while Elizabeta copied him. It was like they thought in exactly the same way. Matthew couldn't help but back up a bit; he didn't want to be in the middle of the blood shed after all.

"Why are you, of all people, talking to Mattie?" Elizabeta wrapped her arm around Matthew, pulling him closer like a protective mother. There was no way she would let the poor innocent Canadian be tainted by the annoying German, and that was final.

"Mattie, is that your name?" Gilbert ignoring Elizabeta's question, turned back to face Matthew.

"E-eh? O-oui." Matthew felt his face go red, as he heard himself say 'eh'. It was a verbal tick he had developed as a child. It always embarrassed him, he just thought it sounded stupid. Though Gilbert on the other hand was thinking how adorable Mattie sounded, all cute and nervous. He'd always loved cute things.

"So, Mattie... I came over because... Well..." Fidgeting, Gilbert found it impossible to get the words he wanted to say to leave his mouth. Stuttering every time he tried to say it, he started to wonder if he even could.

"Spit it out, pervert!" Elizabeta pulled a frying pan out of nowhere, slamming it onto the back of his head. They didn't have all day. Also Gilbert was being an idiot in her opinion; so, it was perfectly reasonable for her to hit him.

"Mattie, will you go on a date with me?" Yelped Gilbert as the pan fell down on his head. He froze, realizing what he said. "I-It's just, the awesome me thought you might not want to hang out with the unawesome frying pan, so maybe, if you want an awesome time that is, you could hang out with me! If you don't want to that's totally awesome too!" Gilbert's face transformed from it's normal pale skin tone, to a bright red, as red as a tomato, as he babbled in front of them.

Matthew was shocked to say the least. From what he could gather, he was what had turned the school's most popular boy into a blubbering wreck. This had to be some kind of joke. It couldn't be real, could it?

Elizabeta was in a completely different mind frame though. "Gil, are you gay?"

The minute she said that, Gilbert looked as if he was about to faint. Even Elizabeta, who hated his guts felt sorry for him. That's telling you something

"What? No! I just asked a girl out, frying pan! How does that make me gay? What is wrong with your unawesome mind?" In shock, Gilbert blurted out his reply, sending daggers at Elizabeta. How dare she call this awesomeness gay in front of Mattie! That would make him look totally unawesome! He was so going to get her back for this.

"Gil, what are you on? Sure, Mattie's wearing a dress, but he's still a bo-" Matthew placed his hand in front of Elizabeta's mouth, silently begging her not to finish that sentence.

"L-Liz, Can I talk to you in p-private? S'il vous plaît?" Elizabeta paused, figuring she sort of owed Matthew as it was her fault he was forced to cross-dress; she grabbed his hand, walking off, leaving behind a confused Gilbert.

"What did you want to say to me then, Mattie?"

"Can you not tell Gilbert I'm actually a boy? It's just if people from school..." Matthew trailed off knowing she would understand.

"Oh. I didn't think of that. Don't worry Lizzie will sort this out for you~!" Wrapping her arm around Matthew's shoulder they walked back to Gilbert. "Sorry, Gil, but Mattie doesn't want to date a pervert like you, right Mattie?" She winked at Matthew, telling him to go along with her plan.

"I-I wouldn't say he's a pervert..." Never enjoying insulting people, Matthew smiled slightly at Gilbert. He hoped he wasn't coming across as mean. "I-It's just I can't go on a date with you, je suis désolé."

"Oh, that's fine. You're the second person to turn down this awesomeness. I'm probably just to awesome..." Gilbert lips were pulled up in a smile, though it was plain to anyone who had eyes that he was actually falling apart. It was harder for Elizabeta, as she had a fairly good idea who the person was, her.

"I-It's nothing personal! I just..." Having no idea what excuse he could use to prove to Gilbert, it was Matthew not him, he silently begged Elizabeta to help him out once more.

"Mattie has a boyfriend!" Elizabeta blurted.

"Eh? I do?" His eyes were wide as he stared at her. When had he got a boyfriend? Sure, some funny stuff was going on; he was fairly certain he hadn't got a boyfriend. He didn't even think he went that way.

"Yes. You do. Remember?" Elizabeta was glaring at him, her eyes wide as if trying to tell him something. Even Gilbert was looking confused. Then again, it is pretty odd for someone to just forget they have boyfriend.

"Oh, yes?" Having no idea what was going on any more Matthew figured the best idea would be to just go along with it.

"Yes. Mattie has a boyfriend so he - I mean she - can't go out with you." Elizabeta waited a second for Gil's reaction. She was a terrible liar, but then again Gilbert was painstakingly oblivious so all she could do was hoped it work.

"Oh, sorry. So, who you dating? I bet I'm much awesomer than them!" Gilbert laughed happily, now forgetting about having actually asking Matthew out. It was bad to remember things that went unawesomely.

"She's dating... Arthur!" Elizabeta pointed over to the Brit who was still arguing about whether or not he liked Francis with Lovino, who was also screaming about how much he hated the 'Tomato-Eating Bastard'.

"What?" Stopping mid-argument to face them, Arthur looked over taking his eyes off of the mad Italian.

Lovino hadn't noticed Arthur turning away and ran to head butt him, after his insensitive comment about how Lovino was probably some sadist who just enjoyed tormenting Antonio. "Stupid Scone Bastard!" Running straight into Arthur; his actions leading them to head straight into another loud fight.

"Why the hell did you do that, you bloody wanker!"

"So? You're probably sleeping with the Wine Bastard!"

"No, I'm not! Take that back, git!"

"Well, we better be off." Grabbing Matthew's arm, Elizabeta walked off; though she pretty much had to drag the Canadian who kept stumbling behind her in the heels. You can't blame him though, he really didn't know how to walk in the damn things.

Gilbert just stood there; watching them leave. He might be oblivious, but even he knew something was up. He also knew that no matter what he was going to find out who 'Mattie' was. There was noway anyone could refuse this 'awesomeness' so something had to be up, he just needed to prove it. He also doubted that the Frying Pan would be able to make friends with a nice respectable girl like 'Mattie', she hadn't seemed like the type to enjoy 'Boy-Love' or hitting him with frying pans. Then again, this was only his first impression.

The other thing that was bugging his awesomeness was that she really reminded him of someone, but it couldn't be that someone as, they were wearing a dress. Even though it would be awesome to see that, he figured that the person would never do that.

Maybe he just needed to find a bit more info, it never hurt to know things. Well, things about pretty, mysterious and familiar girls that is.

"Hey, Iggybrows, I've wanna ask you something!"