SuperSailorCharon: I've seriously wondered why this hasn't been a scenario yet. Can't anyone else imagine the girl countries going bra shopping? Also, I'm not 100% sure how old Liechtenstein is (14 or 15 maybe?) so I just went with 14.
It was all Hungary's idea.
After the world meeting at America's house, the female countries thought it would be fun to go to an American shopping mall.
"Oh! Look!" Hungary cried, pointing at Victoria's Secret. "I've seen their fashion shows on TV! Let's go in!"
The other female countries happily followed Hungary into the lingerie store. Everyone of course, except for Liechtenstein.
Her human body was barely fourteen years old and yet she still didn't have breasts compared to the other female countries. Even the less-endowed females like Taiwan and Vietnam had bigger breasts than she did. She sighed and watched the other female countries flit around the lingerie store, sifting through bras of different colors and styles. Liechtenstein barely fit into an A-cup and some days she didn't even wear a bra. She doubted this store would have anything here in her size.
Hungary was having a field day sorting through the different bras on the racks. She picked up a lacy purple number and held it up to her chest. Liechtenstein sighed. She had seen pictures of young Hungary at Austria's house. Hungary seemed to blossom into a woman at a young age. Why couldn't Liechtenstein have begun that change herself?
Belarus had chosen a very provocative red and black bra and had the most twisted grin on her face. She must've been imagining what it would be like to wear that seductive thing in front of Russia. Belgium and Taiwan were in the clearance section looking for the best deals while Vietnam wanted a bra in conservative colors.
Seychelles and Ukraine were standing in line to be fitted for a bra. The salesgirl fit the tape around Seychelles's bust.
"34 B," the salesgirl said. She took a few bras in that size off the rack and handed them to Seychelles to try on in the fitting room.
Seychelles wasn't very busty. Still, Liechtenstein couldn't help but sigh. Anything had to have been better than being completely flat-chested.
Liechtenstein looked enviously at Ukraine's gigantic bosoms. Ukraine must feel very womanly with breasts like that. The salesgirl struggled to fit the tape all the way around Ukraine's breasts.
"42 DD," the salesgirl said with a frown. She plucked a few very plain-looking beige bras off the rack and handed them to a disappointed-looking Ukraine.
"Did you want to be fitted, honey?" the salesgirl asked. Liechtenstein turned bright red.
"I don't know…" Liechtenstein murmured. Why couldn't she have massive tracts of land like Ukraine?
"It only takes a minute," the salesgirl assured her. "If I can get your size, I can help you find bras that you might like and that'll flatter your figure."
"My breasts aren't very big," Liechtenstein admitted with shame on her face.
"You might just be wearing the wrong bra," the salesgirl told her. Liechtenstein reluctantly stood to face the salesgirl who wrapped the tape around her chest.
"32 AA," the salesgirl said. Of course. Liechtenstein had hardly any breasts at all.
"We have some really nice new push-ups in stock that you might like to try on," the salesgirl said excitedly. She took a few push-ups off the rack in different colors. One was black, one was blue and lacy, and another was pink with lots of glitter. She handed them to Liechtenstein and set her up in a fitting room.
Liechtenstein tried on the bras. Each one made her look a little more womanly, pushing up what little she had. It was nice to not totally look like a two-by-four. She still hated being flat-chested, but it was nice that she could at least find some bras.
Liechtenstein pulled her pink dress back on and decided she was going to buy all three bras when she heard crying coming from the next stall. Carefully, she stepped out of the fitting room and knocked on the door.
"Yekaterina?" Liechtenstein asked. "It's Lilly. Are you okay?"
Ukraine opened the door slightly and emerged from the fitting room. In her hand were the beige-colored bras.
"I hate having big boobies sometimes. They make my back hurt and I can't find cute bras!"
"You don't like your breasts either?" Liechtenstein asked. "I always thought you had very nice breasts."
"No! Bra shopping is so annoying!" Ukraine wept bitterly. "All that fits me in this place are these boring bras."
Suddenly Liechtenstein didn't feel so terrible.
"I don't like my boobs," Liechtenstein said. "They're not very big at all and when I go out with my big brother, people think I'm a little boy because I have short hair and no boobs. That's why I started wearing a ribbon in my hair. I bet people don't confuse you for a little boy."
"No," Ukraine sniffled, her tears slowing. "I guess not."
"I bet you get lots of attention from boys, too," Liechtenstein said. "Boys don't look at me because I don't have breasts."
Liechtenstein saw the corner of Ukraine's mouth turn up in a weak smile. They both went to join the other girl nations in the checkout line.
"Where did Natalya go?" Ukraine asked as the cashier rang up Hungary's purchases.
"I think she went next door to Hot Topic," Hungary said.
Just then, France, Prussia, and Spain entered the Victoria's Secret.
"Did you boys follow us here?" Seychelles asked in disgust.
"You douchenozzles! That's disgusting!" Hungary spat.
"Spain! What are you doing here? This is embarrassing!" Belgium fumed.
"Who said we followed you here, seniorita?" Spain asked.
"We did not follow anyone here! We are looking for something to wear to the drag show tonight!" France insisted.
"You expect us to believe you three are in a drag show?" Taiwan asked in disbelief.
"Of course!" Prussia laughed. "We are entering a drag show tonight so we can win ze awesome prize money!"
The female countries remained incredulous. Sure enough, the newspaper printed a story the next morning about the three winners of the local nightclub's drag show. The names of the "ladies" who won the competition were Francoise, Carmen, and Maria. The trio won by lip-syncing to "We are Family" by Sister Sledge.