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Chapter 2: The Plane

It would have been cooler, Dimitri thought, if I could say I snuck away in the middle of the night. The reality of it was, backpack over his shoulder, he strolled out the front door at 5:30am, whistling under his breath.

Only the workers, the housecleaner, the gardener, and the other housecleaner were up. Dimitri only got stopped once, by Anna, the housekeeper he liked the most.

"And where are you off to this early morning, my Prince?" She asked with a kind smile.

"Oh, I'm running away," Dimitri said flippantly, reaching for the door handle.

Anna laughed, "Alright then, be home for dinner."

"Will do," he lied, kissing her cheek, Anna had always been good to him, "goodbye."

"Bye!" She waved cheerily as he slipped out the door.

That was easy…

He walked down the front path and slipped out the gate. Once he was outside he turned, just for a second, and stared up at the house he had grown up in for eighteen years, a lump formed in his throat and he found it hard to swallow. Then he stepped into the waiting cab he had ordered and gave the address of the airport, good riddance.

Dimitri stared out the window as Europe passed below him, this was not his first time flying, he'd been to Hungary, Austria and Germany by plane, but this was definitely his longest trip, and his most important.

I wonder how things will be different, other than me being a girl, Dimitri thought, resting his head against the window. Despite his nerves and heavy feeling of impending doom, more specifically his impending doom, his eyelids fluttered shut and he quickly fell asleep.

There were a few stops between Romania and America and luckily Dimitri woke up long before his. He got off the plane a couple of times to stretch his legs before getting back on.

He got stopped at customs once or twice because of his 'shady appearance,' like it was somehow his fault his eyes were red, his skin pale as chalk and he had a fang.

One of the guys gave him a very strange look, "buddy," he said, "I know this might seem like a weird question but… are you… the prince of Romania? You kinda look like him, kinda too much like him."

Shit, Dimitri didn't know where this guy had recognized him from and he didn't care. All he knew was he had to act natural, this guy couldn't remember him, just in case his parents did search for him, or worse, his fiancée did.

He grinned, "dude, what would the prince of Romania be doing here, I'm not him, I didn't even know Romania had a prince." He lied, he flipped open his fake ID and showed the guy.

The other man laughed, "fair enough, anyway, sorry to bother you have a nice flight."

"Thanks, bye," Dmitri said, pocketing his ID and getting back on the plane, thank you Roderich…

With all the stops it was a roughly 15 hour flight, Dimitri's plane had left, as Roderich had predicted, at 9:30 in the morning, he had spent fifteen hours on a plane to arrive in New York at 5:34pm the previous day. His head hurt.

Stupid time zones, he grumbled mentally, dragging his small suitcase behind him. He spotted Roderich and
Elizabeta waving at him, he waved back tiredly, managing a small smile for Roderich and a huge scowl for Elizabeta who poked her tongue out at him, a gesture Dimitri returned because they were just that mature.

Roderich rolled his eyes, "can we at least act civilized please?" He asked in English, when he had first decided to move to America Dimitri had bugged Roderich to teach him how to speak English (which of course Roderich knew how to speak fluently because Roderich knew everything). Roderich had taught Dimitri and now the blond was pretty good but he had insisted that he only have English spoken to him when he touched down in America so he could get used to it.

"Fine, whatever you say Roderich, you're the boss, hello to you too by the way," Dimitri said, also in English.
Roderich rolled his eyes again and beckoned for the two of them to follow. They did.

They all piled into the car and the driver, Vash, took off.

"Alright," Elizabeta turned to Dimitri with a sweet smile that always made him want to curl up into a little ball out of fear, "since I'd rather die then spend any more time with you than necessary-"

"-I assure you, the feeling's mutual," Dimitri interjected acidly.

Roderich just sighed and stared out the window, Elizabeta continued as though Dimitri hadn't spoken, "I've hired someone to get you all the proper clothes and teach you everything you need to know so you can," she snorted and clutched her stomach, overcome with mirth, "pretend to be a girl," she collapsed laughing. The corners of Roderich's mouth twitched, Dimitri glared.

"Anyway," Elizabeta continued, gaining control over her amusement, "you don't have to worry, this guys a professional, when he's done with you, even you'll think you're a girl. And he's discreet, when I hired him to teach you how to be a girl he didn't even ask why, he won't breathe a word of this to anyone, even under severe torture. He's a huge gossip but he's the best at keeping secrets."

"Plus he feels he owes me a favor so he believes this to be personal, he'll do a good job, trust me on that," Roderich said quietly. Dimitri was starting to feel worse about this, not better, but hey, he did trust Roderich.

"Alright, Heaven help me I do trust you Roderich," Dimitri glared at the brunet's fiancée, "it's you I'm not so sure about." She stuck her tongue out at him, Roderich sighed again.

"Civilized," he reminded her. Elizabeta's tongue disappeared, she smiled at him sweetly, Roderich smiled back.

Dimitri was overcome with envy and sadness, at least he likes her.

That was why this whole thing was going to be worth it.

It had better be worth it…

"Oh my Gosh, like, hi! I'm Feliks, this is my assistant Toris, you must be Dimitri, come in, come in," A blond whirlwind with a heavy Polish/Valley Girl accent pulled Dimitri into the room while a harassed-looking brunet wearing an apron ran around with boxes of clothes and cosmetics.

Dimitri swallowed thickly as he looked around the warehouse filled with the sort of things one would expect to find in a beauty parlor. He glared at Roderich.

"If our positions were reversed, I would have at least warned you," he said scathingly.

Roderich just shrugged, "I didn't think I'd be able to adequately describe the gravity of your situation in the hour and a half it took us to get here." He said blandly, Dimitri glared, Elizabeta cackled.

Feliks, who was quite strong despite being almost as small as Elizabeta, tugged Dimitri into the room, sat him on a bench and cracked his knuckles.

"Aright," he said, suddenly business-like, "first you're going to learn how to dress, how to walk, how to put on make-up and the other 101 things you need to learn about being a girl. I'm not saying you need to be a typical 'girly-girl' but it's going to look, like, real suspicious if you don't even know how to put on lip-gloss. And yes this lesson will include how and when to fake period cramps and hormonal changes every month."

"That's going to be my favorite part," Elizabeta said gleefully, watching Dimitri who was starting to look faintly green.

Roderich just leaned against the wall and put in earphones so he wouldn't have to listen to his friend's screams, "this is for your own good," he reminded the Romanian prince.

Somehow that thought offered little comfort.

11:30 at night and they were finally finished 'for today,' Feliks had said in a perky voice that somehow seemed ominous.

Dimitri's ankles ached from when he'd had to practice walking in high-heeled death traps. Luckily the rest of him was relatively unscathed as Toris and Roderich had been there to catch him when he fell while Feliks gave instructions and Elizabeta laughed her ass off. He was going to put cat litter in her bed.

Dimitri had also learned how to apply lip-gloss, stick, balm and pretty much every other sort of sticky beauty product that could be applied to the lips. Along with all sorts of completely useless eye and face make-up that made him feel almost as stupid as he looked with it on. And even if the make-up didn't make him feel dumb, Elizabeta certainly did.

Dimitri had almost called quits a couple of times but he wasn't going to give that she-demon the satisfaction of calling him a coward and quitter as well as a cross-dresser. Which she had called him, several times.

The lesson about female PMS (Premenstrual syndrome) had been, as Dimitri had always believed it would be, absolutely disgusting. Numerous times he had been sure that Feliks was just making this stuff up to screw with him, other times he was sure he wasn't because you couldn't just make this shit up.

He had learned to talk like a girl (without saying 'like' or 'totally' every three words like Feliks did), walk like a girl and even eat girlishly. He had learned all the do's and don'ts of being a stereotypical female.

In short he had been put through Hell via a roughly 5 hour crash course in girls. And he never wanted to see another female again, if he hadn't been gay before he would be now. It didn't help that the only female he was in close proximity to was Elizabeta who he hated now more than ever due to her good mood and obnoxious singing of Pinks 'Stupid Girls.'

Not to mention Dimitri had been up since 4:30 in the morning, had been on a plane for 15 hours before coming here and was suffering extreme jet-lag so he was almost too tired to care.

Almost.

Toris patted his shoulder sympathetically as his head drooped onto Roderich's shoulder as the Austrian half-carried Dimitri to the car. "Feliks said you caught on really quickly, you'll only have to come back for five or six hours tomorrow," the Lithuanian assistant said kindly.

Dimitri gave him a broken look, he didn't know what Toris saw in his red eyes but it made the brunet wince with pity. "I don't know why you're doing this by it's worth it, right?"

"Maybe," Dimitri mumbled as Roderich dragged him off. Maybe.

All throughout the car ride Dimitri's head rested on Roderich's shoulder as he fought to keep his eyes open. The only time his head moved was when the car went around a corner and it rolled to his other side to rest on Elizabeta's shoulder.

Eliza seemed to think that Dimitri had been through enough for one night and, aside from humming 'Man, I feel like a woman' by Shania Twain under her breath, did nothing to annoy him or push him away.

When the car rolled to a stop at the front door of Roderich's mansion (because Roderich had mansions everywhere), Dimitri, only semi-conscious fumbled to unbuckle his seatbelt while leaning heavily on Elizabeta.

Roderich reached for him, "I'll take him inside, can you grab his bag so Vash can park the car Liza?" Roderich asked.

But his fiancée cheerfully waved him away, "I've got him, you grab his bag."

Roderich shook his head and grabbed Dimitri's bag, ducking his head into the driver's window to speak with Vash while Elizabeta half carried Dimitri up the steps and into the house. Dimitri wasn't really surprised; she was the strongest woman he knew, physically as well as mentally.

Eliza threw back the covers with one hand and helped Dimitri onto the bed while he murmured a 'thanks' so tired he actually felt drunk.

He collapsed onto the bed, fully dressed, pausing only to remove his boots. He lay down and pulled the covers over him, calling a goodnight to Roderich as he handed Dimitri's bag over to Elizabeta.

Eliza padded over to him and set him back by his bed as Dimitri held onto consciousness by a thread, she brushed some of his hair out of his face with a surprisingly tender touch. "I hate to say it but; good job blondie, you did really well out there, not many guys could have done what you did. Then again," she chuckled but there was no real humour in her voice, "not many people hate their fiancées as much as you do. Poor thing," her last two words had genuine sympathy in them. She pulled the covers higher around him, "get some rest, you've earned it." With that she left.

Did she really just say that? Dimitri wondered sleepily, no I'm really tired, I'm probably just imagining things. With that comforting thought he, at last fell into unconsciousness.

I wasn't going to update this until I finished H.S.O.U.E when I was going to start writing/updating this in its place but I won't be finished that until two Sundays away. But then I thought 'that's way too long to make my wonderful viewers wait!' So here I am! Hope you enjoyed!

Heh, and I thought this chapter was going to be shorter than the last one, shows what I know. R & R people! I'm out, I need to write the next chapter of Austria's Musical like, yesterday.