After shopping bags were filled and the desire for new shoes, clothes, accessories, and make up had been fulfilled, the Hungarian women and Japanese women dressed man made their way out of Lincoln center.
"I can't believe I got the last pair of Prada shoes," Hungary said with a smile on her face.
"I can," Japan teased, "you nearly knocked that woman out with your bag when she was five feet from you with hungry eyes."
"Hey," Hungary whined, "she had it coming."
The two laughed as they walked aimlessly around the streets of New York. They were so in their blissful post wonderland of designer clothes and shoes that they failed to notice the obnoxiously loud American waving at them in the corner until…
"Hungary!" America exclaimed from across the street causing the Japanese man's eyes widen.
"Oh no,"Japan said in a panicked voice, "I forgot about the 'date' you tried to set up with America and I."
"I didn't think he was serious," Hungary said apologetically.
"What am I going to do?" he cross dressing Japanese man asked as the blonde American crossed the street and got closer and closer to the two.
"Just follow my lead," Hungary whispered through a fake smile. "Hi America," she said waving, "it's so good to see you again."
"Ha ha," He laughed, "you'd think I'd leave a pretty damsel here waiting for me and-"
"America, there's a bug on your shirt!" Hungary exclaimed, "Here, let me get it." And with that, her large made contact with the back of America's head. She mouthed the words "go" as the American fell to the ground and soon the Japan was out of sight.
"Uhhhh," America grunted.
"Sorry about that. It was a big bug."
"It's okay. Hey- where did your friend go?"
"I can't believe that actually worked," the Japanese man said in relief as he walked around the streets of New York not having to worry about America finding out about his dirty little secret.
"Ow," a female voice said.
"Oh," Japan shuttered, "I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," she said smiling, "at least I didn't lose my place in line."
"What are you in line for?"
"Didn't you here? One of the designers is giving out clothes to pretty women."
"Really?" Japan said in disbelief, "for free?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed excited for designer clothes.
"Okay," said a voice with a French accent, "which one of you lovely ladies is next?" When the blonde Frenchman came into view, Japan's eyes widen. "Oh no," he thought, "I can't have France see me like this." But before the Japan could leave, a hand was placed on his shoulder. "How about you my beautiful flower?" France asked, "Would you like some designer clothes? All it cost is a little love from yours truly."
"Ummm… no thank you," he said running away.
After making his way back to his home, Japan let out a deep sigh. "That was a close one," he said as he wiped off his make-up and took off his wig.
"Japan," America said banging on his door. "Oh no," the Japanese man thought, "I can't let America see me like this." Unfortunately, there was nowhere for Japan to run as the door knob slowly turned.
Dun dun dun. Sorry about the cliff hanger, but I have to go back to the drawing board with my crossy (cross dressing friend). I hoped you like it and yes, I needed to put France. He's such a rapist some times like in this Marathon fic i wrote on quizilla called "World Powers Marathon" (check it out if you want). That's it. I'll try to update ASAP. Dank Je!