England glanced down at the navigational devices.
Look, America. We need help. The Germans will defeat us as it is now, we just simply don't have the man power. He looked back up to the young bespectacled man frowning at him. Our bosses are talking about it now, but I want to know what you think.
Sir, we are entering U-boat territory, should we implement our disguise? A voice piqued in curiosity.
Ah, yes, right away. England nodded to the young man who'd alerted him from the controls nearby. He looked back to America who gave him a confused look.
Disguise?
Yes, hold on, America. I'll be back in a few.
Walk with me, America. England tugged the ribbons on his gloves while he tried to keep an impassive face. America blinked and blinked again.
Uh, England, what are you wearing? England blushed. He could feel the tips of his ears burn.
It's chiffon and lace, quite dashing on the markets I would say. He stuck his nose haughtily in the air.
Is that... lipstick?
Yes, along with a touch of rouge for the cheeks. Be a dear and escort me, we can take a walk on the deck.
Are you sure you want to walk out like that? England slipped his hand into the crook of America's arm and led him out to the deck, where it seemed out of no where, dozens of women and some babies had appeared from the wood work. What? Why are there...?
Sush, dear. It's just a clever disguise, really, to lure the Germans out. They won't expect us to be a military vessel with women and men on board. The sailors have all donned costumes, so they wouldn't look like military when viewed through a periscope. Hopefully we'll get an easy kill when they surface. England smiled up to America. Be a gentleman and help this lady up the stairs will you? England pulled America to a part of the railing that wasn't quite as crowded. So what are your thoughts?
Eh? America tensed nervously as he avoided eye contact.
Your thoughts, on joining the war?
Oh, he let out a sigh of relief. Uh... well, I really don't want to, but with the Zimmerman Note, it's kind of inevitable now. We can't have the war coming to us. America sighed, England looked away and out to the water. It was disheartening to hear that your greatest hope was so reluctant to even consider joining in the effort, and part of it was made even worse when you realized they're doing it, not for you, but because they have to for someone else. There was a brief flash of light on the ocean a little ways out. Just as he saw it, the signal went off and the act was on.
Oh, but darling, England turned with a petite smile to America, who was looking around with confusion. A light bell had gone off and the atmosphere had changed. It was tense, but everywhere the men were act as if they were couples or just friends, two of the men were pretending to coo over their fake baby. It was a total mind fuck. England gently pulled America's face back down to look at him. I'm expecting our first child. America went dead pan.
What? America frowned as he looked down at his hand that England had placed over his stomach.
Our first child, Alfred, darling. Aren't you excited? It's a chance at a new life together! England brought America's hand up to his face and nuzzled it. Another bell sounded. Good, the ruse is working, the u-boat is coming closer and starting to surface. England chuckled at America's confusion.
Eh?
