Chapter 2

"Brother, what do you think of this dress?" Belarus was trying on a slender red dress that had on strap on one side and on the other side hung down in a way that showed off her cleavage. As she looked in to the mirror that was in front of her, she turned to the blushing America, clearly not having much experience with girls.

"It looks nice! Red looks very good on you…." He had never seen her in anything but her blue dress that made her look like a maid. He looked a little upset because the color red starred up memories of someone he left behind, but he quickly snapped out of it.

"I think I'll get this one. It looks the best out of all of them." On the ground next to her was a mountain of clothes that she did not like.

"Ok go get changed, and I'll go pay for the other clothes." America was covered with all kinds of clothes. Arm to arm was nothing 15 pairs t-shirts and blue jeans. In his hands were 2 blouses, 2 shirts and a pair of high heels. When he placed the clothes on the check out table, the man behind the table was looking as what he was wearing.

"What are you wearing!? What, what, what are you wearing! Good lord honey, you look like the circus is in town and it trampled all over you!" The man behind the table was very flamboyant with his words as he placed one had on his hip in a very feminine pose. America just held up the tap and tried to look like Russia in his I'm going to kill you if you don't shut up face. There was very long acquired silence as the two men look at each other.

"WTF you look like a retard boy with a big lollypop LOL!" The man behind the table was cracking up in a very girly giggle as he put his hand in front of his mouth. America quickly got irritated at the fact the stare did not work like he wanted it to.

"Just give me the bill already!" He pointed at the pile of clothes in front of him with a very impeccant way.

"OMG like you don't have to be a bitch about it." He was very offended and sassy sounding as he started to scan the clothes. After a he was done scanning a couple of clothes, he stopped to look at someone who was going through one of the clothes racks.

"OMG its Poland! What you're doing here you crazy bitch?!" The very flamboyant man put his hand up into the air and started to wave his hand up and down to get Poland to come over. America was hiding his face with his hands and tried to pretend he was not there. Poland ran over in a girly fashion with is hands near his chest moving them side to side.

"OMG Greg I didn't know you work here! You should totally check out this mini skirt I found on clearance at another store, it's totally cute! I got one for Lithuania too." As he was talking he dug out a pink, plaid mini skirt that was in one of his bags and proudly displayed it in front of him with both arms extended. After a moment he looked at the big pile of women's clothing and then looked at America.

"America like what the hell are you wearing?" the disgusted look on his face looked like he had just stepped in dog crap. Before America could speak, Poland looked at the women's clothing again. Almost automatically a Cheshire cat-like smirk crept its way onto Poland's feminine features.

"Like OMG America are you into cross-dressing?! I should like totally hug you!" In Poland's head he was imagining America in a bandana tank top and wearing Daisy Dukes. But before he got too close to hug the stunned country, Belarus ran over to America, latched on to his arm with her new dress in hand, and pushed Poland to the ground.

"He's mine! I will cut you!" Her voice scared America a bit because it was low and frightening as she stared at the devastated Poland on the ground. It wasn't the fact that he was on the ground that appalled him. He was devastated because his dreams of frolicking in drag with America were crushed. In the middle of all this the casher finished scanning all of the clothes.

"Alright Hun your total $456.50." Belarus handed him the dress as America fell to the ground and started twitching because of the price of the clothes. Obviously America has never been clothes shopping with a girl. The man scanned the dress while looking board.

"OK your new total is $642.75."The man had a very board look on his face. America stood up and started to freak out as he reached for his wallet. When his hand reached his back pants pocket, his wallet wasn't there. He search frantically for is wallet: patting all over his body to find the missing wallet which he had left in his car. Suddenly he found something in his brother's coat pocket. In it he found Canada's Canadian flag wallet. America looked inside of the wallet and started to go through it.

Inside were a few colorful Canadian dollar bills, a buy one get one free maple syrup coupon, and a credit card. The credit card was one of those cards with you ID photo. America's lips quirked into a big, evil grin as he took the out he credit card and handed it to the casher.

"Ok so its going to be credit." The man looked at the photo on card and looked at America. He really didn't care about the details so he scanned the card. All of a sudden America got a chill down his spine. It was the same feeling you get when you thinks someone is watching you. He looked around the room but no one was looking at him.

"Is something wrong big brother?"Belarus looked up at him with this concerned look.

"It's nothing I just got this weird feeling all of a sudden." He still looked a little nervous as he scratched the back of his head.

" Maple! Maple! He has it he has the precious. But I don't want to go in there! Why not precious, don't you want the precious back? Maple! Maple! I want the precious back, I really do! It's just there's girls and Poland. I don't want to be in a room with Poland it's too damn scary. Agreed. Maple! Maple!" Canada was outside of the store looking at America through the glass in almost a fetal position, changing between a terribly scared Matthew Williams and a snapped Canada. He had walked all the way to the mall in his underwear and he did not get arrested, unlike France would every Sunday. But of course Canada be the invisible man that he is, nobody cared or noticed enough to arrest him.

"Hay America what hell jou doing here and why are you in your underwear." Cuba was about to hit a Canada like always. He looked a Cuba with a face that can only explained what it looked like by mixing the most ugliest faces of a bulldog with a toad, and give this strange creature with a big under bite. This stare-off lasted for several seconds until Canada couldn't take it anymore.

"I am Canada damn it! Can't you read?! My name is on my underwear!" As he stood up and stretched out the elastic as far as he could, and shoved the rim where it said "Canada" in to Cuba's face. He was breathing very heavily. Cuba backed up in a mixture of embarrassment and question.

"Oh sorry Canada…. I didn't recognize you." He had worry look on his face. He had never seen him like this before. Canada quickly went back to stalking America and he crouched down.

"Just don't do it again. Maple! Maple!" As he was watching America, Cuba got down to his level to see what he was looking at.

"Hey it's the real America! What the hell is he doing here?" Cube started to get angry again as he turned to Canada.

"It's a mall what do you think he is doing here? Maple! Maple! You have a bad habit of not thinking stuff through don't you?" This time both Matthew and Canada held the conversation with Cuba. He tried to ignored that last statement because the soft way he put it in that sounded like the normal Canada.

"Hey aren't those your clothes he's wearing?" Cuba looked at America in a confused way.

"He took them! He took the precious! We must get it back. Maple! Maple!" upon hearing Canada/Matthew's words; Cuba got furious with America He stood up a with his hand in fists and grinded his teeth.

"Stay right here Canada I'm going to get your clothes back!" as he stomped his way into the department store, he looked like he was going to kill him. Meanwhile America was in the store explaining why he was with Belarus and why he looked the way he did to Poland and the casher. Belarus was looking at some clothes, not paying attention until Cuba showed up. She noticed that he was going for America and just like with Poland she stopped him dead in his tracks. With the anger that radiated from Cuba she could tell her 'brother' was in some deep crap. She jumped up and landed a perfect round house kick with her high heal to his face. Two or three teeth and blood came out of Cuba's mouth as he fell back to the floor, unconscious.

"-And that why I'm dressed like this…Well we better get going. Come on Belarus!" America was the only one that did not notice the commotion. You could tell this because he walked on Cuba on the way out with Belarus sweetly clinging to his arm. Poland and the casher looked at them as they exited the store, then the pair looked at the dead Cuban.

"Like what are we going to do with him?" The casher pointed at him with another feminine pose

"OMG lets like give him a makeover! I have a cute yellow sun dress that would look totally perfect on him!" Poland turned to the cashier with a face of eagerness.

"OMG lets!" As the two of them ascended on Cuba like buzzards: they drag him to the back room where he will meet his drag queen fate.