~ Day 2: December 2~
There it was. The dreaded question that all men hate. With no right or wrong answer. Offense taken both ways. The one question that caused the downfall of many a great man.
"Does this dress make me fat?"
Lithuania sighed as Poland asked him for the seventh time.
It had started as a normal day. Lithuania had woken up to a sunny-yet-cold morning. He should have known it was going to be a long day. It was never sunny in December.
He had been enjoying his breakfast when one of his maids had entered, telling him he had a phone aa.
"Ačiū." Smiling, he picked up the phone from its receiver in the kitchen. "Hello?"
"Liet!"
"Poland?"
"You're, like, just the person I want to hear! Get this! Eliza invited me to a Christmas party on the 10th and I have, like, nothing to wear!"
"But Poland, your closet is the size of my bedroom!"
"Exactly! Nothing!"
"That's not what I- oh never mind. What does this have to do with me?"
"I thought it was obvious!"
"Well it's obviously not."
"You're totally coming shopping with me!"
"What?! Why me!" It was more of a question than an actual protest. Toris knew that no matter how he protested, he'd wind up being dragged along anyway.
"Because you're, like, my best friend!" This kind of touched him.
"Feliks, I-"
"Plus I need you to carry the bags!" Okay. Moment ruined. Lithuania let out a heavy sigh, hoping Poland would catch on. He surprisingly did. "Are you, like, okay? Is it a cold? I know! We'll, like, just stay indoors then!" Well, he had caught something.
Giving up, Toris had agreed, and now here he was, sitting outside the dressing room, watching Poland try on dress. After dress. After dress.
"If I said it doesn't the first 6 times, what do you think I'll say this time?"
"You could change your mind!"
"I'm not going to change my mind! It looks good on you!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Mister Feliks?" A voice came from behind them. Turning to look, he saw a small pale girl in a saleswoman outfit. Her blond hair was piled in a messy bun and her blue eyes shine happily. "Oh good! It looks wonderful!"
"Lena!"
"Lena?" Lithuania muttered as he watched his friend scurry over and hug the girl.
"As always, your choices are, like, totally divine!"
"I'm so happy you like them!" She replied, before turning to Lithuania. "And who's this?"
"Ah right you haven't met! This is my friend, Lith-" Toris clamps a hand over Poland's mouth.
"I'm Toris Lorinaitis. I came to help him ship today."
"I see! It's nice to meet you." She replied perkily. "I'm Feliks personal shopper. He's a continued patron of the store and we're more than happy to sell to him!" She lowers her voice a bit as Feliks goes back into the dressing room. "I think you know that it's not exactly accepted for a boy to want to crossdress, and so openly like he does. I don't like to discriminate though, and neither does the store's manager. We like Feliks, and we want him to feel welcome here. Plus he always buys a lot! It's great business! Besides," she adds as Feliks steps out, wearing a frilly pink dress with a floaty bubble skirt and chiffon. "He looks a lot better than pretty much anyone in those!"
"I'll give him that." Toris replies, smiling. Lena grins at him, before walking over to Poland.
"Feliks, I have more clothes I put away specially for you. Do you want to talk a look at them?"
"Like, duh!" Looking at Lithuania, he adds "Hey Toris, can you get us some drinks from the food court? I'm like totally parched!"
"Is that allowed?"
"For Feliks? Of course! We'll be here when you get back!" Waving, Toris gets up, thankful for a chance to leave the store.
One of the most interesting things to do is people watch at a mall. All kinds of people shop there, whether it be young or old, male or female, tall or short, all different races, all different kinds of people. Toris always did enjoy watching them. So he took his time, enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of everyday life. It was relaxing.
Paying for the drinks, he began the long walk back to the boutique. It was only when he heard shouting from inside did he hurry.
Rushing through the racks to where the voices came from, his eyes came to rest on the situation. A group of teenage girls were crowded around Lena and Feliks.
"Come on, we want to try those dresses!" One of them was saying.
"I've reserved those for this customer! I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until he's done."
"But we don't want to! We want them now! And besides, he's a boy!"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"He's a boy. Trying on dresses. You don't find that weird?"
"He can do what he wants!"
"Ew! What is he, a drag queen?"
"A tranny?"
"It's disgusting!" Feliks looks about ready to blow a gasket. His voice surprisingly calm, he replies
"You're the ones who disgust me. Prejudiced little bitches. You're just jealous, you sluts."
"Asshole!" One of them screeches, raising her hand to slap him. Flinching, Feliks closes his eyes, only to hear an annoyed gasp.
"That's enough." Toris has caught her hand mid-swing, glaring through his emerald green eyes. "Violence is unnecessary."
"He called me a slut!"
"Considering how you're dressed, I'm not surprised."
"Why you-!"
"Plus I doubt you could afford what's in this store."
"And why is that?!"
"Everything about you screams cheap."
"What the hell! You need to control your patrons or we're out of here!"
"Yeah, I'll tell my dad!"
"You do that." Toris answers. "No one wants you here anyway."
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
"I'm this guy's boyfriend." He replies, pointing at Feliks. "And I think he looks beautiful. I love how he dresses and everything else about him. And if you can't understand that, then you should leave. He looks much better than you three any day."
"I- I- Well fuck you!" One of the girls yells. "Let's go, girls." Turning, the three scamper out of the store. Breathing a sigh of relief, Toris visibly relaxes.
"Oh thank god. I was so nervous."
"You were, like, totally manly!"
"I was?"
"You were!" Feliks smiles wide. "You really think I look good?"
"Of course I do! If I thought you didn't, I wouldn't say you did!"
"Really?"
"Yes. Now stop asking."
"Alright. And thank you." Feliks adds. "For striking up for me."
"Of course. I wasn't going to just let them bully you."
"I could've handled it."
"And go to the police for kicking their asses? No thanks."
"So which one should I get? The pink one with the frills, the blue one with the sequins or the green with the bows?"
"Hmm." Toris smiles. "Why not all three?"
A/N: First off, thanks to everyone who read yesterday and enjoyed! Fans makes me happy! :D
Second, this actually happened recently. I saw two guys on a date (what I assumed was a date) and they were trying on clothes. There was only one dressing room, since it was a small boutique, and these girls come out of nowhere and start bitching and complaining about the two boys. The two groups argued until the girls were "escorted" out of the store. It was one of the funniest things ever.
Third, so far no one has guessed the theme! It's in every story, so it'll get easier!
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please leave feedback! See you tomorrow!
PS. Don't forget to request a pairing :D
