A/N: Guess what? Hahaha that's right, still not edited. Siigghhh.
Honestly I didn't want to update until after I edited the previous chapters but I was already holding on to this chapter for two days and I just can't let it sit there on my documents for a long time because there is a huge possibility I'll forget about it. Honestly. Really.
Enjoy, I guess? This is longer than the past chapters for sure.
They couldn't be serious.
They just could not!
"I honestly don't know what to feel about the fact that I can now freely enter this place without being branded as a pervert or even looked funny at." Matthia exclaimed, staring at the particular black and pink establishment in a mixture of apprehension and excitement. How she could ever look at that store in something akin to excitement baffles the albino completely. Honestly in her opinion, it was hell on earth.
Okay, so maybe she was exaggerating. But you would totally understand where she's coming from if ever you experienced the same thing she did at that particular store once upon a time. Two wonderfully brewed barrels of beer wasn't even enough to help her with the trauma.
Beside her, Alice sighed and flinched slightly at the bold, capital words of the shop's name. "Not like we have a choice - we need to go in. Honestly, you're not the only one who doesn't want to go in."
The Dane grinned at the Englishwoman, "Who ever said I never wanted to go in?"
The former empire rolled her eyes.
Oh shit, they were totally serious.
"Uh, Julchen? You okay there?" The former Viking asked, frowning and staring at her in worry. This caught Alice's attention who looked and tilted her head at her, waiting for an answer.
She tried to smile but could only manage to make a poor imitation of it, much to her annoyance. Unfortunately, it didn't escape her two blond friends. "I'm fine! Just peachy really..." She chuckled nervously.
The green eyed blond furrowed her - now not fuzzy, surprisingly, why is she only noticing it now anyways? - eyebrows. "Are you sure? You do look a lot paler than normal."
She released her signature hissing laugh, flinching slightly by how high it unconsciously sounded, clearly showing her growing panic. "I'm fine, seriously eyebrows." She paused and regarded the archipelago again. "Oh, I guess I can't call you that now - considering those caterpillars you call eyebrows are gone." This earned her a surprised gasp as the other woman hurriedly touched her brows. Matthia peered at them in curiosity.
"Whaaa, she's right! Guess your sudden transformation really had perks." The blue eyed blond nodded in approval. The other blond grumbled in reply but her faux anger was betrayed by the pink hue that had risen on her cheeks and the hint of sparkle in her emerald eyes.
Alice was obviously pleased about the sudden discovery. Not that Julchen could blame the woman, those humongous eyebrows of hers had always been an insecurity and the topic of jests and ridicule. Now that they were gone, she could see the woman's confidence rise up. It also helps really that anyone with a pair of working eyes could see Alice was one attractive woman.
But of course, the Englishwoman woman was no where near as attractive as her, who was not only beautiful but was also hot.
Well, just don't compare her to Matthia. Bitch had the advantage of having those humongous mountains on her chest.
Speaking of those breasts, they currently are now juggling as their owner was lightly jumping up and down in excitement. "Are we going in now? Please, please tell me we are."
And just like that her earlier feelings of dread and horror returned with a vengeance. "Uh, could we just possibly skip this and instead to the Department store? I'm sure they also have-"
"We can't." Alice cut her off with a sigh. "We hardly know our sizes so our only option really is to have them custom made," she tsk-ed lightly, "No matter how expensive it'll be."
Matthia whined and tugged at their arms. "Come on, can we go in now? People are already giving us looks." And true to her words, the people were indeed giving them looks. Not surprising really as they still are wearing their suits and, not to mention, they had been standing at that same spot for almost an half an hour now, contemplating whether to go in on the establishment or not.
The blond archipelago sighed (she seemed to be doing that a lot more today, Julchen noticed) again before vaguely nodding and letting herself be tugged by their energetic blind friend who already had a huge smile on her face. The albino was still a little (okay, a lot) hesitant.
"Do we really-"
"Yes Julchen," Matthia deadpanned. "We really have to. What do you have against Victoria's Secret anyway?"
She couldn't help but flinch visibly when the Dane uttered that cursed shop's name. Anything against the shop? Nothing really. In fact, she enjoyed watching their fashion shows back when he was a man. All of that really changed on that fateful day.
"Noth-"
"Don't you dare say nothing because there clearly is something." The former empire threatened her, emerald eyes glowering in anger. The sight was so familiar she couldn't help but froze on the spot as she remembered those times Antonio had been crying about his armada and when she saw herself what usually happened whenever the green eyed blond had that look.
She opened her mouth but shut it back again not a second later, hesitant eyes darting around and never landing to her two companions. After what seemed centuries (its only been roughly two minutes really) of waiting, Julchen finally gathered the courage to talk.
"I just have a bad memory of this place really," she started. Alice and Matthia perked up at that and waited for her to continue. "All the women then -" she meant the countries, and her companions understood, "Had decided to go shopping together and Elizabeta managed to black mail me into being their bag carrier. We visited this place and well," she paused, face pained as she remembered what happened on that day clearly. "And well, they managed to rope me into trying some of the things in there. You know how they are." She shuddered.
Both her blond companions had equally horrified faces and they couldn't help but engulf the shivering albino (well, Matthia did. Alice just settled on rubbing the other's back comfortingly as the Prussian buried her face unto the Dane's chest) into a comforting hug.
"I'm terribly sorry to hear that Julchen. No man should ever experience that." The Englishwoman woman said. She shook her head and looked at the other.
"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't your fault."
"Well because..." Both the former Viking and the former empire exchanged glances.
"Because," the Dane continued, "Whether you like it or not we still are going in." And with that, the two blonds hauled the screaming and protesting albino inside the shop.
The sky was already darkening when they finally decided they had bought enough clothes for their new respective wardrobes and called it a day. They had never felt more accomplished than when they finished hauling countless and countless of bags unto the poor service car Alice had called and they headed toward the Englishwoman's mansion.
During most of the day, when after they left the lingerie shop along with their own bags of underwear, the Prussian had been sulking and ignoring her companions. On the bright side, at least it looked like the albino had conquered, if vaguely, her fear of the shop - on the other hand though, it took the northern European countries a long time and a promise of free beer for a month before the Prussian finally forgave them.
The three ladies were more then ready to relax on their seats and doze of for a little while (who knew shopping would be really tiring? And it doesn't really help that almost every hour men would stride up to them and attempt pointless conversation), only for a new panic to settle in when Matthia panicky reminded them about the reason why they were in London in the first place - the world meeting.
It was only then really when it finally sinked in just how screwed up their current situation was.