America snickered as he managed to sucker—bribe—Germany into cross-dressing. Currently, he was in the bathroom, trying to fit the dress on (much to his chagrin).

It was just an ordinary day, in this very boring world—as he calls it. The sun is up as always, the sky is as blue as his eyes are, the people still speak in a monotone, etc. All he believes is that there is nothing for any of them.

But, just as he is about to enter his house, he notices a new girl moving into the vacant house—also known as the house neighboring theirs.

He smiled his "awesome" smile, and offered to help her.

She glared at him, and told him to leave, but he refused to until she allowed him to help. Grudgingly, she allowed him to stay, as long as he left as soon as everything was in the house.

For months, this happened—he would offer and refused to leave, she would accept, and they spent the time getting to know each other.

The night of the ball—the one Francis made to find more people to "educate"—was the night he saw her in girls' clothing.

It was something that he wanted to go to (he had a chance to find his girl) and after his cousin, Arthur, managed to get him in a suit (that involved a lot of bribing), he found himself right in front of the doors.

"Hello, Alfred."

He immediately recognized the voice of his neighbor, and turned around expecting to find her—instead, he saw an attractive lady. It took him a few minutes to figure out that said lady was none other than Louise.

'I totally blame the masks Francis made us wear. How did she recognize me,' he thought. 'It must be a fluke.'

"Welcome, mon cher," he heard.

"Francis. I don't like being here, but you managed to convince me that it would be in my best interest to show. Prove that to me." He didn't expect Louise to say that, and never expected that she—out of all people—knew Francis.

"Why of course," he murmured. Without any warning, she turned her back on him and walked into the ballroom.

"If there is something—anything—I want it's that you leave me alone." She added as she walked towards her brother—Gilbert.

'He was here for the week, or something like that. He became good friends with Francis…' He thought somewhat angrily. The thought of Louise going with that guy just infuriated him.

If everything went right for him tonight, she would be going home with him. If not, then at the least he tried.

'Ironic, isn't it?' He thought sardonically. 'I met her brother before we were officially introduced and made myself look like an ass.'

He looked around, expecting Arthur to be here—he was Francis' favorite toy (at this moment). Instead, he found Gilbert glaring at him. "What's with him?" He muttered to no one in particular.

"Maybe it's because of Louise," someone said from behind him.

He turned to find Arthur standing there with a small smirk. "What did I do to her?" He exclaimed—ignoring the fact that there were other people in their room.

"You're being too loud." He complained. "If you hadn't figured it out, then it's your loss, not mine," he continued.

His eyes narrowed, and he replied, "I can figure it out! Just watch!" He turned his back to Arthur and stalked up to her.

"May I have this dance?"

She jumped as she heard someone whisper it into her ear. "Yes you may," she whispered back.

He quickly turned her around, and she couldn't help but smile at his huge grin. "So, I was wondering…?"

She stared and said, "Yes?"

"Did I do anything to hurt you?"

Her eyes widened as he asked the question. 'Does he know? I know brother knows, but he's denser than brother! It's too soon for him to know!'

"No, you didn't do anything." She replied smoothly. "What brought this on?"

"I noticed that you seemed to be more distant from me than usual." He was making this up but the more he thought, the more he knew that what he said was true. "You used to be there every time I would come over, but you avoid me."

She was now staring at the small distance between him and her, and she felt herself blush. "I, I had to prepare things for bruder, and make sure he wasn't doing anything bad to the neighbors."

He nodded, as if he actually believed her. "I don't think that's the only reason," he murmured. He then noticed that he face was red. "Are you sick?"

"Uh…no, Alfred. I just need to talk with my brother." She muttered.

He could only watch as she ran away, to the "safety" of the shadows. 'Maybe I did hurt her, a lot more than she's letting on.'

"Bruder! YOU TOLD HIM, DIDN'T YOU?"

Gilbert turned around to find his sister glaring at him. "Huh?" It wasn't the best response, but it was the only one he could come up with when he was suddenly slapped.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL HIM!" She cried. "IT WAS MY ONLY SECRET, AND YOU GO AND TELL IT TO ANYONE YOU TALK TO!"

"I didn't tell him! But being the awesome person I am, I know who told him."

"Who was it?"

He just pointed to the dirty blonde speaking to Alfred. He smirked as she stormed towards Arthur, quickly dragging him away.

"OI!" America turned to see Germany in the dress.

It made him jump with joy on the inside—Germany, out of all people, was wearing one of those lacy dresses that would be found in the fairytales. "I know that this was a good idea! You look lovely in the dress," he said teasingly.

"Shut up, America. I just want to die…"

"You know, it suits you."