Hello there once again my great and wonderful readers. I really love this chapter because, not one, but two countries find out about Alfred's problem! :D I hope you enjoy.
I do not own Hetalia
There is nothing on TV!
Alfred sat on her couch flipping through channels for the hundredth time. She hated day-time TV. All they ever showed was cheesy soap operas and infomercials. She tried playing video games earlier, but she wasn't as enthusiastic about games like she used to be. Alfred was discouraged.
She shut off the TV and laid on her back to stare at the ceiling. When she did this, she felt her breasts slightly sink closer to her body. She would never get used to them. They moved if she did anything and it made her feel awkward. Then again, anything she did now made her feel awkward. She stayed in her pajamas when she could because her normal clothes only made things worse.
She needed someone to help her out and show her the ropes of being female. She grabbed her phone and went through her contacts. She didn't know many women; it was mostly Elizabeta and Ivan's sisters. He didn't dare ask Ivan's sisters; Ivan would tear her to shreds before she had the chance to explain herself. That only left her with Elizabeta. She sighed at her only choice and proceeded to text her.
Sup dude! Are you busy?
She locked her phone and waited for a response. It wasn't long before she received an answer.
Not really. Why?
I need your help with something, can you come over?
What is it you need help with?
I'll explain when you get here.
Is it okay if Gilbert comes too?
No! Don't even tell him I texted you.
He's reading my texts over my shoulder you know.
Crap. Ok, how good is he with keeping a secret?
The awesome me can keep a thousand secrets! And why is the infamous America asking a GIRL for help?
It's… personal, but if you promise not to tell ANYONE, I guess you can come.
What time do you want us to be over there?
ASAP
Ok, we're leaving now. We'll be over there in about twenty minutes.
K thx
Great, Gilbert was coming. Now she'd have to listen to him talk non-stop about how awesome he is. She hoped that he really would keep a secret. If things went according to plan, then only a select few would know about this.
She looked at the clock, twenty minutes huh? What could she do to pass the time? She looked around her house and saw how messy it was. Suddenly she felt self-conscious about it. It was settled then, she'd clean house, or at least make it pleasant.
She grabbed a trash bag and started picking up the trash, which was mostly pizza boxes and "to go" bags from various fast food restaurants. How did she live like this before? This place was a pig sty. After she put the trash in the trash can in the garage, she went to the kitchen to wash dishes. Since she mostly ate out, there weren't that many dishes in the sink. Then she vacuumed the living room carpet.
She had finished when she heard car doors outside. She looked out the window and saw Elizabeta and Gilbert walking up her walk-way. She suddenly felt extremely nervous. How would she explain this to them? Especially to the Prussian. She gulped and just hoped that things would turn out for the best.
They reached the door and rang the doorbell. Alfred turned and slowly walked to the door. She paused for a moment before reaching for the door handle and turning it. She opened the door slightly so the other two couldn't see what damage had been done... yet.
"We're here, now what do you need help with?" Elizabeta smiled warmly at Alfred.
"Yes, what was so important that you dragged the awesome me away from a Monty Python movie?" Gilbert complained.
Alfred hid behind the door and opened it widely. "Just get in." she didn't bother to hide her voice, they'd find out anyways.
"Did my ears deceive me, or did you just sound like a woman?" Gilbert asked, walking in with Elizabeta right behind him.
Alfred didn't respond, instead she shut the door and watched as they turned around. Gilbert was frozen in shock and the Hungarian next to him smiled and asked, "Is Mr. America home? He texted me about a problem he needed help with."
"Uh, it's me Liza." Alfred called her by her nick name.
"Oh." was all she said while trying to process what was in front of her.
The room was silent for a few minutes before Gilbert started to chuckle. Then the chuckle turned into a full out laugh.
"This isn't funny Gil." Elizabeta frowned at him.
"This is just too awesome! I have to tell Ludwig!" Gilbert whipped out his phone.
"You promised you wouldn't tell anyone!" the Hungarian actually looked angry.
"That was before I knew what I was promising to keep secret."
"How would you feel if you were in Alfred's shoes?"
"I wouldn't care. I'd still be awesome regardless of whether I'm a boy of girl." Gilbert smiled smugly in his "awesomeness".
"Gil, please keep it a secret." Elizabeta was now giving him the puppy dog face.
Gilbert looked at Elizabeta, then to Alfred, and back. He looked like he was breaking.
"Fine, I'll keep it a secret for now. Besides, everyone will just find out at the World Meeting Friday."
Crap! With all the recent commotion, Alfred had forgotten about the World Meeting. There was no getting out of it either. Arthur had promised to drag her there if she refused to go. Oh, what to do? What to do?
"Are you feeling ok Al? You look pale." Elizabeta was now standing in front of her.
"No I'm not ok! I had completely forgotten about the World Meeting! This is just great! What do I do now?" she was in full on panic mode.
"Calm down Alfred. We can figure this out."
"No we can't! The test results won't be back for another week! And we can't figure out how this happened until the tests get back! And we can't find a cure until we know what wrong! I'm totally freaking out here man!"
"Calm down Alfred. You sound like Feliciano when he sees a spider. Just take deeps breaths and calm down." the Hungarian tried to console the frantic American.
"Calm?! How can I keep calm?! I was planning on only a few knowing, but now the entire WORLD is going to know! I can't step outside again!" Alfred ignored Elizabeta's attempts at calming her down.
"Would you just shut up?! Your screaming is hurting my awesome ears!" Gilbert suddenly yelled.
Alfred blinked and suddenly felt her eyes tearing up.
Oh nononononono! I can't start crying! Not in front of them!
It couldn't be helped though. Tears started to leak from her eyes as she let out a sob. Elizabeta instantly engulfed her in a hug and only caused Alfred to cry louder.
"Why is she crying?" Gilbert exasperated.
"It's the way us women handle stress. It's really bad for us if we keep it bottled in." Elizabeta explained.
"Why wasn't she crying when she went on about the meeting and everyone finding out?"
"Probably because it only just now fully sunk in. Also, you have to remember that Alfred is new to this, so she might seem a little unstable for a couple of days."
Alfred tried to compose herself, but every time she attempted, it only made things worse and she'd start crying all over again. All the while Elizabeta was comforting her and telling her to let it all out. After about five minutes, she was able to stop crying.
"I-I'm really sorry a-about this. I didn't m-mean to start crying." Alfred said walking towards the couch to sit down.
Elizabeta brought her some tissues, which she used to blow her nose with.
"Now, are you feeling better?" She asked sitting down next to Alfred, who nodded.
"Then can you tell us how this happened?"
Alfred sat in silence for a few second before answering, "I went to my weekly meeting with Obama at the White House. He was pissed that I didn't do the paperwork I was given… again. But, unlike all the other times, he didn't flip out at me. Instead, he sent me to our top secret lab where I was supposed to check out this new invention. I got distracted by the sweet new designs for a fly- I mean an invention when I bumped into this fat scientist who said I should pick up the papers I made her drop. I picked them up and rushed to catch up to the scientist I was following. When I got there, I found out that I'm supposed to be the test subject. I was all like 'You smokin' somethin'? 'Cause I ain't no lab, rat you can test on!'"
"You aren't black." Gilbert interrupted the story. Elizabeta hushed him and signaled for Alfred to continue.
"So I dashed to the door when he shot me in the back with that weirdo gizmo. It felt weird at first but went away overtime. That's when I started to act weird. I did a lot of girly stuff before bed and when I woke up the next morning, I was womanized! I was shocked at first, but then I got really pissed at my boss and that damn scientist. We took a lot of tests which we won't know the results for another WEEK!" Alfred crossed her arms and slumped into her seat.
"Wow. That's quite a tale." Gilbert scratched his scalp.
"So why do you want my help?" Elizabeta asked.
"If I'm stuck being a girl, I'd like to know how to do… girl things."
"I'm out of here." Gilbert said heading for the door.
"Where are you going, Gil?" Elizabeta said going after him.
"When you start talking about not awesome girly things, that's when I split." He fished out his keys and opened the door.
"Well, ok then. Be safe." Elizabeta called after him.
She stood in the doorway and watched as he drove off. Only when he rounded the corner did she go back in the house.
"Ok Alfred, what do you want to know specifically?" she said sitting back down.
"How do you keep these from bouncing all over the place?" Alfred said gesturing to her cleavage.
"You need a bra. Have you not gone shopping for one?"
"No, I don't want to leave this house." Alfred crossed her arms to prove how determined she was.
"But, you have to come along so we know what size you are."
"… Fine." Alfred grudgingly agreed.
"Ok, what else do you need to know?"
"Where can I find girly clothing? I'm sick and tired of these clothes that fit me weirdly."
"You know what we need?" Elizabeta suddenly looked very peppy.
"What?" Alfred asked reluctantly.
"A SHOPPING SPREE!" she squealed.
"What? A shopping spree?"
"Yes! A shopping spree! You are going to need EVERYTHING! Clothes, shoes, make-up-"
"I am not wearing make-up!" Elizabeta didn't hear Alfred apparently, because she kept talking.
"- girl shampoo, conditioner, body wash, lotion, supplies, and several other things I didn't mention."
Alfred just stared at her like she was nuts.
"Let's get you dressed so we can go shopping!" Elizabeta grabbed Alfred's hand and dragged her up to her room.
"Is all of this really necessary?" Alfred asked.
"Oh yes! Don't worry though, I'll guide you!" Elizabeta was going through Alfred's wardrobe to look for something suitable. Unfortunately she couldn't really find anything because all the clothes in the closet were men's cloths. She finally shrugged and picked a black t-shirt and blue jeans.
"Put these on and we'll leave as soon as possible." She shoved the clothes into Alfred's startled arms and walked out the door to give her some privacy.
Alfred sighed and put the clothes on. It still didn't fit her right, but better than going out in her pajamas. Once she was dressed, she went down stairs and saw Elizabeta going through her things.
"What are you doing Liza?"
"I'm looking for your keys."
Alfred went into the kitchen and pulled them out of the drawer. She walked back in the living room and dangled them in front of Elizabeta.
"Yay! Let's go!" she yanked the keys out of Alfred's hand and dragged her to the car where she was violently thrusted into the passenger's seat.
Alfred didn't have the chance to recover before Elizabeta jumped into the driver's seat and sped off towards the mall.
What did I just get myself into?