"Hungary," the Japanese man said quietly, "I don't think I should be out in public like this."

"Nonsense," she said cheerfully, "you look adorable." And with that she pinched one of his cheeks as if he were a toy.

"Why couldn't you just buy the clothes for me to try on at my house?" he asked mumbling.

"And not let the world enjoy this cuteness?" the Hungarian women gasped, "I don't think so. Besides…higher risks give out higher awards and you definitely want to be there when Donatella Versace reveals her new line of clothes

Japan's eyes widened at the sound of the female designer's name. Sure, he had only been cross dressing for a few weeks now, but he knew about her long before he wore skirts.

"Let's go," he said dragging Hungary with him through the streets of New York. As he walked to the center of fashion week, where Hungary was taking him and where all the newest clothing lines were being revealed, he failed to notice a certain blonde man eyeing him or should I saw her and her swishing skirt.

Just as Japan was about to join the mob of girls and news reporters waiting to get into Lincoln Center, a much taller than him and loud blonde man that he recognized as America stopped him in his tracks.

"Hi there," America said friendly yet rather flirtatiously, "my name is Alfred. May I say you are looking very sexy today. Are you one of the models for fashion week?"

"Ummm…No," Japan stammered trying to walk away only to be followed by the American.

"Well that's a shame; I would have loved to see you on the runway…what's your name again?"

"Uhhh…Sakura. My name is Sakura," the Japanese man responded trying not to blow his cover.

"That's a cute name. Anyway, I was thinking we could do lunch sometime?"

"I don't think so-"

"Don't be rude, Sakura," the Hungarian women said coming from behind Japan, "I happen to know Alfred and he's a really nice guy. A bit of an air head, but still really nice."

"Gee thanks Elizabetha," America said laughing, "So what do you say?"

"I-I," Japan stammered not being able to make words form.

"She'd love to!" Hungary cheered.

"Sweet!" America exclaimed while doing a fist pump. "I'll pick you up after the fashion show."

"But I didn't agree to-" Japan tried to tell the American, but it was too late for he already ran off somewhere.

"Why on earth would you set me up on a date with America?" Japan shouted to Hungary, "I am not gay! I just dress like a woman!"

"I know," she said feeling slightly guilty, "but I needed to add something to my yaoi collection."

The Japanese man gave her a slight glare causing her to flinch and say, "And if you can pull of being a girl on a date then you'd be the world's best cross dressers."

Japan sighed while adjusting his wig. "You're right….but I'm not going on a date with anyone, let alone America."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm just going to have to stand him up," he said trying to convince himself that it is the right thing to do, "now come on; we got to get to Lincoln center so we can see the new clothing line."

Hungary smiled to herself and thought, "wow, Japan really is a girl…he knows that clothes makes everything better."

So yeah..about fashion week and Donatella Varsace, I just googled that and recalled things from Ugly Betty. Btw: I'm a New Yorker so I know Fashion Week can be hell when it comes to commuting . maybe I'll add that to the next chapter. Thank you!