Wolf: Hello Guys…
England: and girls
Wolf: *Glares at England* It's rude to interrupt someone when their talking… anyways, this is the first of "Never Let Sweden…"
England: this was suggested by Zelda-FF
Wolf and England: *Smile* Hope you all enjoy
I stare into the mirror in front of me.
"I can't believe you've made me wear this"
*Earlier*
"So… what's the plan for today Berwald?" I look to my right at the Swede who has just walked out of our bathroom; clad in a pair of jeans and towel drying his choppy blonde hair.
"Don't mind…" He says as he sits next to me on the bed.
"Your a lot of help aren't you" I mumble. Standing up, I walk over to the large oak wardrobe on the opposite wall to the double bed. I open the doors and grab a pair of converse (Union Jack patterned), then walk back to the bed. As I go to sit down, Berwald wraps his arms around my waist and drags me down onto his lap. He nuzzles into my neck, distracting me from pulling my shoes on.
"Why n't go 'round London?" Sweden suggests, his voice muffled against my neck.
"S-s-sounds l-like a p-plan"
"Good! Let's go!" Suddenly, I'm dropped onto the bed as Berwald jumps up and runs out of the room
"At least put a shirt on!"I shout to him
*In London*
"For the Queen's sake, Berwald, slow down. I can't walk as fast as you can" I pant as I'm dragged down one of the many crowded streets in central London. The Swede suddenly stops, causing me to crash into his back. Stepping backwards, I follow where the Swede is looking.
"You've got to be kidding me"I stare up at the sign above the large glass fronted shop
Victoria's Secret
"C'mon Art" He pulls me through the throng and into the feminine shop. The walls are covered by pink wallpaper and rows and rows of every size, design and colour of bra, pants, pyjamas… the works. The Swede continues to drag me through until we reach the changing rooms at the back. He pushes me into an empty one and shuts the curtain.
"Stay" He commands. Berwald doesn't return for around ten minutes, when I have just started to become agitated.
"Change" Orders Berwald. I stare questioningly at the handfuls of lace that Berwald had just pressed into my hands. Berwald pops my head back through the pink velvet curtain. "Change… or I'll s'nd France the pictures fr'm l'st night" He then retracts his head. I moan, great. Now he has leverage.
"…Fine" I mumble in reply. Within ten minutes I'm tugging at the hems of the layers of satin and lace now acting like a second skin.
"'m coming out… don't laugh" I tell Berwald, from which I hear a "Mmmhmm"in reply. I step out of the changing room.
The black satin corset hugs at my - very un masculine - thin waist, giving me a more womanly figure. My lack of a… womanly chest causes the top of the corset to be too large. Hanging on my hips is the matching skirt, all black satin with lace hemming…
All in all, I look like a WOMAN!
But the look on Berwald's face is simply priceless. Mouth agape and eyes wide.
"'m buyin' y'o that" he simply says, then turns and walks to the tills. I shake my head…
Not to self: Never Let Sweden Go Into Victoria's Secret