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Chapter 2: World Meeting

"Canada, who is that scrumptious little darling you've brought with you today?" France asked, grinning lecherously as he wrapped his arm around Canada's neck, pulling him into his side.

Canada smiled wanly, formulating a believable lie. "Uh, that's Maryland. America asked her to fill in for him because his boss has him doing a lot of stuff today," he explained, grinning too widely, but France was too distracted to notice, staring America up and down. His eyes lingered on her chest and long legs.

America leaned against a wall, her blue eyes down cast, only glancing up when someone walked by her. Her breasts were just barely being held in by the bathing suit top that was meant for a small C cup, and her tanned legs were crossed at the ankles. She hand her arms clasped behind her back, opening her jacket wider. Earlier, before leaving the house, she put her long hair up in a high ponytail, but her bangs fell forward to frame her face.

France hummed his appreciation, his eyes roaming up and down her mostly exposed body. His eyes stopped on the jacket she wore. "Say, why is Maryland wearing America's rag? Is she possibly more than a friend?" he asked, the tone of his voice making it clear that he'd be pissed if she was.

"No, I don't believe she is," Canada said, scrambling for another lie, "The three of us went drinking last night and she ended up sleeping on his couch."

"No, because America, Japan, and I went out drinking. We were out until late," England said as he walked up to the pair. He'd yet to notice the female leaning against that wall down the hall that every nation seemed to not be able to keep their eyes off.

Canada cursed himself for forgetting that tiny detail of information. Good thing America caught notice of the Britt and stormed down the hall. "You bastard! What did you do to me?!" she screamed, grabbing England by the collar of his jacket and slamming his against the wall. "You fucking asshole!"

Confusion twisted England's face. "What are you talking about? Who are you? I've never met you before," he started to say, but his words faded out as he stared at the female longer. His eye slid to France. His green eyes bugged, flicking between the man and woman in front of him. "Bloody hell!" he shouted, slamming his palm to his forehead.

"Britain, what have you done to this young girl?" France interjected, searching for gossip that would have America crawling into the box of shame and living there for the next century.

Both countries ignored the nosey Frenchman. America instead grinned triumphantly. "So you do know what happened to me, you stupid bastard. Turn me back now!"

"I can't," England whispered, his eyes dropping from America's.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you," America said menacingly, her eye twitching with barely suppressed anger. Her grip on his collar tightened. The sound of slowly ripping seams filled the air.

"I said I can't, you twat!" England yelled, getting in America's face with an angry glare of his own, "Don't you think I would have already left by now if I knew how?!"

"No because you love to watch me suffer! How the fuck can you not turn me back when you're the one who fucking cast the damn thing?!" America snarled, slamming England against the wall again. His head wrapped sharply against the wall making stars burst in his vision.

"Guys, please stop fighting. Ame- Maryland! Please put England down!" Canada said in his loud whisper looking like he had no idea what to do.

"Come on, we're all friends here," France coaxed, placing a suggestive hand on America's shoulder. It curved over her should, coming close to her chest. "Why don't you put that stupid England down and we can go have some fun."

America whipped her head around, blue eyes blazing, her long hair slapping his across the face. "Get your dirty fucking hand off of me. Stay out of this. It has nothing to do with you, you dirty lech." She slapped his hand away, somehow keeping England raised against the wall. She spun back towards him, intent on murder.

The group was so intent on the fight, France jumping in now, that none of them noticed the quiet Russian slowly approaching them. "What's all the commotion about?" he asked, standing behind Canada.

Canada let out a shriek of surprise, jumping away from the Russian. He hid behind France, glancing at Russia over France's shoulder. America startled, her eyes going wide. Her body went rigid as she dropped England and mechanically turned to stare at the Russian. She let out a sound that sounded like a cross between choking and screaming, shoving herself behind England. She watched Russia with cautious eyes from over Engalnd's shoulder.

"Oh, hey Russia," England stammered, his grin twitching.

"Hello, who is the woman hiding behind you? Is she new?" he asked, shuffling forward and leaning around England a little bit to get a better look. He smiled warmly as he usually did and froze. He stared at America, his smile still in place and his purple eyes unblinking. He stared at the length of her body for a long moment. His eyebrows slowly became friends in the middle of his brow. "Do I know you?"

"No!" America said to quickly, shrinking even further behind England, but it didn't make a difference.

Russia shuffled further to the left, keeping his eyes on her as the other countries had. "No, I'm sure I know you from somewhere. Is that Amerika's jacket?" he asked, his eyes narrowing at the piece of clothing.

America gripped the sleeves of her jacket, crossing her arms over her stomach. "No, this is my jacket. My name is Maryland, and this is my jacket, not America's. It's mine okay," she said, face growing warm as he kept staring at her in confusion, "Come on, let's get this meeting started." She took off at a sprint down the hall, swinging herself around the corner and pressing herself against the wall, breathing hard.

"How am I going to get through this?" she asked herself allowed, slamming her head into the wall, denting it, "God help me." She took a deep breath and then pushed off from the wall, swinging herself into the conference room with a flourish. "Let's get this meeting started now that the hero is here!" she shouted, immediately reverting to her usual personality.

…..

America fidgeted in her chair, watching the other nations stand and reluctantly leave one by one. All eyes were still on her. She was new kid that with the odd personality of another person they knew. She was the new attraction.

She jumped up as Belarus began to leave, running after her. "Belarus, can I talk to you? I need to ask you a favor," America said, catching up to the nation he'd had good relations with for a while back.

Belarus came to a stop, looking back with drawn-together eyebrows. "Yes… Maryland, right? What do you need?" she asked, her eyes leaving America as they traveled to follow her brother as he left. The second before rounding the door he glanced back, making eye contact with America.

America didn't need words or facial expressions to know that she'd have to hide from Russia until she got this resolved. Either that or she'd be found in a ditch from not answering his questions.

A shiver ran up her spine, and she shrank behind the taller woman. "Um, I was wondering if I could borrow some clothing. I have to stay at America's house for the next couple weeks because my house burnt down, and he doesn't have any female clothing," she explained, playing with her hair. Her tell seemed to have changed since she'd jumped genders.

Belarus stared at her uncomprehendingly for a long moment. Her lips seemed to purse the slightest bit as she considered. "That's fine…" she began and America let out a long sigh, "As long as you answer some questions."

America sucked in a shocked breath. She began choking on her own spit, bringing a halt to the exiting countries. "Um, I can… I'll go ask Hungary actually," she relented, backing slowly away from Belarus. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see England and Canada watching her with warning eyes.

"But why? She's already left and so have the other females. They're just a few little questions. I'm sure they won't be that bad." Belarus smiled. It was a normal enough smile, but she held the same aura that Russia did when he didn't get his way. They really were brother and sister.

America blanched. She knew she'd regret this later, but she took another step back towards England and Canada. "No, really. I'll be fine I think. I just remembered, I have to do something with England anyway. See you later!" She turned quickly grabbing England by the back of his shirt dragging him out of the room. Canada followed.

America could feel Belarus' eyes on her back all the way out of the room.

…..

"You better find it now," America snarled, pacing back and forth in the chamber where England conducted his little magic spells.

England growled in the back of his throat. "You know, it's not that easy, git. I can't exactly tell what the materials I used when they've been burned to a crisp. I'm doing the best I can so hold your damn horses."

"Well, figure it out! I can't stay like this!" America said, throwing her hands up. She ran them through her hair agitatedly, staring at nothing for nearly a whole minute with her hands stabbed into her hair, lifting it away from her forehead and off her back. She'd taken it out of her ponytail leaving it trailing down her back.

"He's trying as hard as he can. Just give him some time, okay?" Canada persuaded, walking through the door with a tea tray.

England sighed heavily, letting the book he had open fall to the table. He glanced up at America, trying to keep his eyes on her face. "It may help me concentrate if you actually put some clothes on," England suggested as he took the teacup handed to him. His eyes finally traveled down the length of her body. She'd taken off her jacket, shorts, and boots earlier in a hot spell, and had refused since then to put them back on.

"No! I like being like this!" she shouted back in annoyance, reaching around to the tie on her bathing suit top, "I'm going to start taking off more if you keep telling me to put more clothes on!"

"NO!" both England and Canada shouted in unison, jumping towards her with hands outstretched to stop her. America still, glaring at them.

"Just go take a shower or bath," England ordered, pointing towards the door.

America glared at him. "You don't tell me what to do," she said sassily even as she scooped up her clothes and stomped towards the door, "Don't be surprised if some of your clothes go missing."

England rubbed his forehead, waving her off. "Whatever. Take whatever you want. I don't care," he said, sliding his book back towards his.

America left the room in a huff, slamming the door behind her. "Go take a shower they said. You're not wearing enough clothes they said," she muttered to herself, throwing her clothes down on the bathroom counter. She slammed the bathroom door, causing the window to rattle in its frame.

Except that there was no window to rattle.

"Wait, what the fuck?" America wondered, staring at the broken window as a hand slammed over her mouth, stifling of her scream.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I sure did. I like writing fem!America, it's a lot of fun. And then screwing with the other characters like Russia and stuff. So much fun! There is a reason why they are all acting the way they are. Look forward to the next chapter! Review please! :D They feed me over the week!