America: Since today is Valentine's Day...
England: and writer#2 was sick with a fever earlier...
Sealand: And is going to be FOREVER ALONE.
Estonia: She decided to post this because it was done earlier than expected.
Poland: And she was wearing a Hetalia shirt earlier, still is. I should have like been on it.
Lithuania: HetaliaShadow doesn't own Hetalia.
Chappie 2
"OMG Liet! Can you like pretty please make me breakfast cause I like wanna sleep in today?" The bright blond haired Polak begged the brown haired Lithuanian. Toris sighed, this happened every morning but he didn't mind, it was quite fun being dragged around by Feliks.
"Ok, what do you want to eat?" He asked his friend.
"Omg, I like totally want some waffles." The blond responded.
"Ok, I'll make some; do you know what time the World Conference is at?"
"I like totally forgot, I seriously didn't even know it's today. I have to like totally choose my outfit for it!" Feliks said and rushed towards his overflowing closet. Toris smiled at his crazy antics and went to kitchen to make the waffles. Along the way he pulled out his cell phone and called Estonia.
"Hey Eduard, do you know what time the World Conference starts?" He spoke to his iPhone.
"I think it's at 8:30. Are you going there with Feliks?" His Estonian friend asked.
"Yeah." He gave a small laugh, "Anyway I got to go, see you there." he said and hung up and looked at the clock. 7:20 Am. It wasn't that late to start worrying they wouldn't be late...or was it?
Liet shook that thought out of his mind. It wasn't the time to be worrying. After he made the waffles, Feliks bounced down the stairs wearing a modified version of his traditional clothes, as in the female clothing. But instead of the skirt being ankle length, it only went about mid-thigh. He had the apron cut a few inches shorter. The vest that was supposed to go over the pheasant blouse, was undecorated, which was impossible to find in stores and unusual for him. His blouse was normal, except for the fact that he sleeves were shortened, by a lot, so that it was now like a t-shirt. Feliks did not button his blouse all the way up either.
"Hey Liet! Do you like this new outfit?" He called out to the Lithuanian who had just finished making the waffles and looked up and blushed. "You know you love me~" The Polak said before gracefully sitting down to eat, showing off a tad bit. Liet was turning red as he mumbled about getting ready and went upstairs.
"I like totally have him in my hands." Feliks whispered, happy because he was in love with the Lithuanian.
When Toris came back down, wearing a brown shirt and black pants, Feliks was jumping around the kitchen singing High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup. Toris sighed inwardly; he knew Feliks would never change. Then he looked at the clock and screamed.
"FELIKS, GET IN THE CAR! ITS 8:18 AND THE MEETING STARTS SOON!" he then grabbed the still dancing blond and ran out the door and into the car. Once in the car Feliks found a station on the radio and started blasting it. The song was Uprising by Muse.
Toris laughed lightly, this was going to be an interesting day. Well except for the fact Feliks was shoving an unhealthy fascination with Arthur, which was worrying him that Feliks would leave him.
Once Feliks started blasting Uprising he also started singing and dancing along. And it was quite a small car, but this time he managed not to hit Toris on the head.
Feliks was very happy to go to the World Conference. He always loved to show off his newest cross-dressing outfit and because of his new unhealthy fascination with England. He loved Toris more, but there was just something attractive about that British accent. He knew that it worried Toris, he read his diary before, ya know. But he knew Toris would love him no matter what.
Feliks then decided which nations would look the best in a skirt. France? Absolutely not, let's not imagine that. England? No. America? OMG NO. Toris? Omg Toris.
"Omg like seriously Toris can you please wear a mini-skirt to the conference?" he begged.
"No."
"Awwwwww, but pleeaassseee."
"No, end of discussion."
The blond then began to think of other countries. Feliciano? Already happened. Romano? Nahhh. (A/N: someone already wrote a fan fic like that, js). Spain? My god no. Canada? OMG TOTALLY. Feliks then pulled out his iPhone and dialed Canada's number.
"Like hey Canada!"
"Oh, hi Poland."
"Would you like, totally cross-dress with me to the World Conference?" The blond asked. Toris stared at him with wide eyes in front of the Conference building.
"Uh...What?"
"Like, a skirt would seriously look good on you, and I like have just the perfect one. A special someone might actually notice you~." Feliks said/sang.
"Um..." Feliks could just imagine the gigantic blush on the Canadian's face.
"Pretty please with a Pony on top!"
"Ok." He replied softly.
"OH YEAH!" the Polak screamed. "So like I'm standing outside waiting for you." he said and hung up and Toris face palmed.
"Poland, I'll go save you a seat in the conference. Canada also. I'm going to go ahead and meet up with Estonia and Latvia."
"Ok, I like totally can't wait, this is going to be one AMAZING World Conference!" Toris walked away from Feliks's ranting and Canada walked up to Feliks.
"OMG Matthew you're here! Like here's the skirt! Don't worry, if anyone like asks, tell them you seriously like lost a bet to me or something." The Polak smile enthusiastically and waved a black pencil-skirt. "You're already like wearing a white dress shirt so it'll be perfect.
-Meanwhile-
Prussia just manically drove up to the conference meeting. Prussia stopped in mid-laugh and nearly chocked. In front of the World Conference Hall, Poland stood talking to Canada. Except Canada was wearing a skirt, a pencil skirt, which outline his butt a lot. Canada had tucked his dress shirt into the skirt.
Germany, like all other countries didn't notice that Canada was there and he thought that Poland had really gone deranged and was hallucinating. But he was also too busy freaking out because they were not as early as he had hoped they would be. As the three got out of the car, Poland smiled and waved to Feliciano, calling him over. Canada slightly turns and was looking very nervous and red at the upcoming Prussian, who was slightly blushing at his thoughts, completely forgetting about Hungary for the moment.
writer#2: I cannot put into words how much i hate this holiday *forever alone and proud*
Norway: Review, please, or Denmark's gonna give me a big headache.
Denmark: *obnoxious laugh*
Canada: With only one review, writer#2 doesn't know if its good, and there no word from writer#1 except for the fact that shes writing chappie 3
writer#2: thanks Canada, and yeah, a special thanks to our one reviewer! Also, if anyone draws Canada in a skirt, doesn't have to be the one i described, i will freaking like give them a mental hug
