Holy flying fuck I am so sorry. I haven't updated in months... uhhh... sorry. Anywho, I got a laptop for Christmas, so now I can update faster now :D Man, when I am writing this fanfic I feel like such an ass.. I'm sorry Chase omg ;-; Anywho, remember to review/comment~!

I do not own Hetalia (by the way, are you guys excited for season 5? I know I am~! :3)

Note to self: never agree to cosplay with Japan. It's a mistake.

So here I am, looking around a large room filled with outfits wondering why the hell I would ever think to trust Japan. Sure the guy looks very nice, and polite, but stick something cute or perverted in his face, and he's a whole different guy. It sounded fun though, and I guess I was just high off of the fumes next door (England had been cooking); so I agreed without a second thought. Since Dad had a meeting in Japan, it was the perfect opportunity to hang out with Kiku. I love his video games, and anime is pretty cool too. Alfred goes on and on about how "fun" he is, so could a visit really hurt?

Another note to self: Don't listen to Alfred, dumbass.

Do you guys remember that one time when I was kidnapped by Spain, Prussia, and France? So apparently they told Kiku "that I totally looked like a girl" and suggested cosplay. Wow okay, I really hate those guys. What's even worse though is that Japan believed them, and took them up on their advice.

So again, here I am standing in a room filled with costumes. Oh yeah, and did I mention that they were all female based? No, I cannot leave, because Kiku locked the door behind me. He also said in his sneaky-little Asian accent that I couldn't come out unless I had something "cute" on. There was also another female voice (that suspiciously sounded like Hungary); but Japan wouldn't tell me who it was.

Oh god, fuck my life. Why does life hate me?

I scowled, flipping through outfits angrily. There had to be at least one costume in here that would leave a bit of my dignity intact. But really guys, this is Japan, so of course there wasn't. I shut my eyes, deciding that I would just lunge at something, and whatever I would first touch I would wear. That way, deciding wouldn't take forever. I leaped suddenly, hand snagging on to some light material. I cautiously peaked to see what I had landed on and mentally screamed.

A skimpy maid outfit? Fucking seriously?

Sadly, my pride wouldn't let me chose something else. I had decided to twirl around and chose something, which I did. There was no going back now.

Cursing myself internally, I shrugged off my outer clothing and pulled on the black and white outfit. To my complete horror, the skirt was totally showing most of my ass, and was extremely frilly with lace and bows. The top was quite small, but at least it didn't show anything creepy. On the back of the top though, was a slip opening with black laces crossing. To make it worse, the outfit came with fish-hook stockings, which I promptly discarded.

No way man. Just no way in hell.

Instead I found some simple white stockings, which I tugged on gratefully. I slinked up to the mirror, and screeched in shock. Holy shit, why was I doing this again? I turned a bright shade of red, choking a bit. It was like I was one of those guys that were in the creepy manga that Alice read.

I squared my shoulders, and tried to fight the blush down. There was no way that I would let Japan see me in a state like this. I stomped over to the door, and screamed,

"Fuck you Kiku, I'm done! Let me out of here you creepy ass!"

I heard a bit of laughter, making me shake slightly. How many people were out there? Padded footsteps made way to the room, and I heard a click. The door slid open, and to my confusion, it wasn't Japan. It was just some girl that looked a bit like China, but with more feminine grace. She just rolled her eyes, and shuffled me out of the door.

I groaned, about ready to run away, but this girl was scaring the shit out of me. I value my life, so I kept quiet and tried not to blush. I attempted many times to make the skirt longer, but then my spider-man boxers would show.

She led me into an empty room, nodded, and left. So I just stood there, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do and if I could just leave. If I wasn't being such a dip-shit, I would have noticed the curtain on one of the walls. Muffled giggling was coming from behind it, but the blood roaring in my ears made it a bit hard to hear.

The curtain opened to reveal an audience of countries.

I turned slowly to face them, eyes wide and face pale. In all my life, I wished I was dead so much that it hurt. It was quiet for a second, before the crowd exploded into laughter. I turned bright red, and to my surprise and mortification, tears welled up in my eyes.

Come on, fucking now? Now I was breaking, after two years of abuse? In this whole time I had not shed a tear, but right now, in front of everyone, my eyes decided to become a waterfall? Great, just my luck. I angrily brushed them away, glaring at the laughing faces.

"Yeah, yeah, really funny guys." I yelled, flipping them the middle finger and stomping off of the room/stage. In a whirlwind of anger, I somehow managed to make it back to the damn room and get my clothes.

I fished through them, feeling the familiar bump of my phone. I cursed loudly, slumping against the wall. This whole time, I had my phone? I could have called my agents to pick me up, and kick Japan's ass. But since I was too retarted to think to look for my phone, I had to go through all of this shit. I sniffled, grabbing my jeans and pulling them on. I flipped my cell open, and quickly dialed Alice's familiar number. Why the fuck I was calling her, I had no idea. It rang for a few seconds, before she picked up.

"Chase? What's up?"

"Where are you now?"

Oh god, was my voice shaking?

"Chase? You sound like shit. I'm at the mall right now. Why?"

"Could you get someone to pick me up? I'm at Japan's house."

Oh god, I knew I sounded horrible. Did she have to ask?

"Sure…? Are you okay? You sound horrid-"

"Kay, thanks Alice."

I hung up quickly, fearing that she would know that I was crying. Wait, I hadn't admitted that yet. Okay, that I was about to cry. Chase Konner, son of the president of the USA, did not cry. Unless of course, he had just been totally humiliated.

There was a knock at the door, making me look up in surprise. Really? Someone was really going to be even more of an ass, and pick on me here too?

"Piss off." I snarled, burying my head in my hands.

"Dude, can I just talk to you?"

Oh great. It was fucking Alfred. Could this get any worse?

"So you can laugh at me some more? No thanks, dick."

Of course, the US of fucking A could not take the answer "no". So instead, he opened the door and slid down next to me.

"Chase, we're really fucking sorry."

I laughed, though it sounded more like a dying cat. They were "sorry"? Please, like I haven't heard that one before.

"That's great Alfred. Tell that to someone who actually believes you." I growled, but it was interrupted by a sniff.

Fuckfuckmylifepleasedon'tcry-

Oh god dammit why.

It started before I could stop, freely flowing down my cheeks and into my lap. I just looked mortified at the floor, not believing that this was actually happening. My phone buzzed, breaking the tense silence. I let out my breath, quickly snatching up my phone and dashing out of the room.

Thankfully, I remembered the way out and just hopped into the car with Alice. She didn't ask anything, and I was quite thankful for that. So we just rode back to the hotel, and waited for Dad to leave. None of the countries texted me, and I didn't see anyone.

Thank god.

Maybe it would be quiet around here now.

CHASE BBY I'M SORRY. Okay, only 2 more chapters guys. Of course, the countries still need to find a way to apologize... be sure to look out for next chapter~! :) Plllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeee eeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssssseee remember to review/comment. It makes me really happy when you do~! ;3 Oh yeah, and the girl who got Chase was Vietnam, btw

- Nisa