"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Arthur had stopped in mid-step to the front door, nervously glancing at Scotland. Knowing his nature, he had thought it would be best to not alert the red-head about his plans with Spain. The Scottish man has always had a past of getting to jealous, and England had rather not cross that path once again.

Scotland had already made his way in front of the door, crossing his arms. Arthur then knew that he wouldn't be able to leave, unless he explained himself.

"Sorry I didn't tell you this, but I'm going to an amusement park with Antonio. No need to worry, we're just going as friends, and nothing more."

Arthur could tell that the taller man did not believe him, when he glanced at his attire. He was unusually dressed cute that day, wearing his navy blue sweater that hung off his shoulders (which showed a lot of skin) and some tight gray skinny jeans.

"Well then, you do remember how you owe me one favor, correct? I want it now."

His hands were gripped together, held by Scotland's strong hands. As soon as Allistor had begun the process of taking off Arthur's clothes, England had finally realized why the man had asked him strange questions in the first place. Wondering what to do, Arthur had spotted a frilly black and pink maid outfit behind Allistor's back. Before he knew it, he was wearing the lewd outfit of choice, and was blushing like mad. Noticing his face, Scotland had started laughing and groping him at the same time, as if that was possible.

"Okay, okay. You've had your fun. Now can you help me take this off so that I can be outside soon? Antonio is probably already here now, since I told him to pick me up."

"No can do, sweetheart. You agreed to do what I told you, and I want you to wear this for the whole day. No exceptions. With this, you'll see that that freak only wants to be near you, so he can do this…" Scotland lunged forward and kissed the blonde roughly, grabbing his ass without delay.

The assaults would have continued, unless the two haven't heard the faint honking noise coming from outside. Apparently, Spain had arrived ten minutes early to pick England up.

"Screw you, Allistor." And with a crude hand gesture towards his step-brother, the Englishmen had put on his long brown coat over the dress, and had made it outside, buttoning the jacket as he made his way down the steps.

As soon as Arthur had entered the vehicle, Antonio had immediately started asking him questions.

"What's that you got under there?" With a quick maneuver using his fingers, he had found a way to undo all of his buttons in seconds, revealing the outfit.

"W-wow, Arthur. You didn't have to do all this…" He continued his gaze up and down the skinny man's body, not fully aware of the growing tsundere anger in the blonde. Pushing his luck too much, the Spanish man had tried to make a pass at him, by sliding his fingers on Arthur's exposed thighs.

"Knock it off, you git!" With an easy shove to the face, Arthur had managed to get Spain off of him, setting him back in his seat. "Can we just leave now? I can feel Allistor's stare in the window."

Due to England's command, the two of them set off to their destination. Spain watched in glee as Arthur was glancing around, clearly awestruck and not himself. Bright pastel colors had flooded the immense area, bringing back people of other times, to a happier place. Many rides adorned the area, plus some festival games and little shops, as well.

Using what techniques France had taught him, he had told England to hold his hand so that they wouldn't get separated in the crowd. The blonde hesitantly did so, as he tried to ignore the fact that everyone was staring at him and his outfit. He couldn't even recall how many times exactly he was groped in the last twenty minutes. The only thing he wanted to focus on was Spain, who surprisingly was the highlight of his day.

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England sighed dramatically as he continued shelving various papers, while Germany continued about, droning on about things no one really cares about. All could have stayed peaceful, but a loud noise had entered the room as the door slammed against the wall. In the doorway, was a henchman from the government, and after leafing through some papers in his hand, he gazed coldly around the room. His eyes stopped seemingly on the wall, as if not to be any more nervous than he already was. Not giving a reason, he had ordered all nations to enter the assembly hall immediately. Obviously, not a good sign.

The nations walked at a slow pace, not fully eager on hearing whatever news that General Calloway had to announce. They were usually things about upgrading said countries to be more human-like by the means of vaccines. Arthur, like the others, was growing tired of the large needles every few months, and hoped they would hurry up and become godly already. Full of his own thoughts, he hadn't noticed Spain running up beside him.

"Crap, Arthur, I'm so screwed." Britain had known what he meant, even without further explanation. The Brit hadn't even thought of the slight chance that this meeting could be due to that. He tried to reassure the taller man, but didn't succeed at all. The maroon doors beckoned them to enter, and they all sat down, their fingers tapping softly on their legs.

Murmurs were in the room clearly, until General Calloway had walked on to the stage. Once he had reached the podium, he scanned the audience, his eyes resting on Arthur. He almost laughed when he caught his blush, and had watched the blonde squirm in his seat.

"Sorry to have interrupted your work, ladies and gentlemen, but an important occurrence has come to light. I wonder if any of you have noticed that one certain room in particular has been hacked. Not just any room, of course." The tall man had paused for a moment, knowing that he has everyone's attention now. "The room, which keeps all of your secrets locked up and safe. Don't worry; it wasn't a mere human who had opened such a place. No, it is one of your own. The reason why I summoned you all here is to find the culprit. He or she will be put under my punishment, and I know you all would rather not take the blame for one person and put this on yourselves. Now, I want the perpetrator to come up and show himself. I will give you ten seconds since I don't like to wait. 10…9…8…" Calloway smirked, knowing that he had full control.

Meanwhile, nations nervously glance at one another, others threatening suspects to stand. Arthur knew what punishment he would put on a person, for he was one of them. Calloway was only a pervert, using others as his personal toys. If England knew one thing for sure, it was that he wouldn't want Spain to visit the same long road of sexual harassment that he had faced.

"It was me, General Calloway, sir." Gasps filled the general's ears as Britain had spoken aloud. The green-eyed blonde had made his way up the stage, hearing words of disbelief and shock from his friends, peers, and Calloway himself.

As he and Calloway had left the stage through the curtains on the side, Calloway had shook his head and muttered, "And here I thought you were better than the others. Was I wrong?"

He had stopped Britain backstage and gripped the smaller man's shoulders, leaning in provocatively. "Then again, I do like naughty little boys…" Arthur shuddered at the comment as he was being pushed against the wall. He had stopped the older man's advances, fearing that other humans would be around to see.

Understanding, Calloway had loosened his grip and had allowed his hands to fall back to his side.

"You're right. It would be best to finish this somewhere more private, like my office, or my house. Whichever you prefer. Either way, I would like to take you on a date, and I'm sure you'll say yes. After all, you don't have much of a choice."

Sorry for such a long wait, you guys. By the way, I think this was probably my worst chapter yet. I promise my next will be better and updated quicker, since I have great plans for it.

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