This chapter took a lot of research on my part. I'm not the kind of girl that enjoys shopping so I had no idea what stores sold what, except for Victoria's Secret, but everyone knows what they sell there. So apologies if I spelled a store name wrong.

I have to say, I didn't go on a shopping trip, but just writing about one makes me exhausted. I hope you enjoy the chapter. :) ~ Takuku

Edit: I've been receiving comments saying size 32B is too small for Alfred. I'm sorry guys. I thought 32B was pretty big, then again I'm a flat chested woman in a family of flat chested women. I probably should've gone with public opinion instead of my own. Please bear with me since I am still a noob. Thanks for understanding. ~ Takuku

I don't own Hetalia

"We're here!" Elizabeta proclaimed.

Alfred, who had covered her eyes sometime ago, uncovered them. She was definitely going to drive back. Elizabeta was a crazy driver. Not only did she go thirty over the speed limit, but she didn't respect the traffic laws. She ran several red lights and stop signs. And she almost ran over that pedestrian back there. Alfred was just surprised that everyone was alive and well after that.

She took deep breaths to slow her furiously beating heart, and glared over at Elizabeta.

"What's that look for?" she questioned while pulling the key out of the ignition.

"I'm driving back."

"My driving wasn't that bad, was it?"

Alfred just stared at her.

"Ok, maybe I need some improvement."

"No, you need a Driver's Ed teacher."

"Let's talk about my driving later. We have shopping to do!" with that, Elizabeta stepped out of the car.

Alfred followed suit and walked with her to the entrance. She didn't walk at the pace Elizabeta was going though. For one thing she was barefooted and for another, she was starting to feel self-conscious about her appearance. She didn't have a bra on, she was in guys clothes, and her hair was a mess. Needless to say, she was thoroughly embarrassed.

She walked in the entrance and met up with Elizabeta, who was jumping up and down. Apparently she loved to shop.

"Ok, first things first, you need shoes." She suddenly said in a business tone.

Alfred stared at her naked foot. Maybe she did have a point. Walking around the mall with no shoes on wasn't ideal.

"I know a great place for shoes! Follow me." Elizabeta then walked off.

They walked practically all the way to the other side of the mall to a store called Journeys.

"This place has everything you need for shoes. I love it here." Elizabeta then ran after the "women's" section.

Alfred never really went to the mall for shoes, or clothes for that matter. If she ever went, it was because of Gamestop. She'd stock up on the latest games and whatnot. She was really sad that she wasn't into games much anymore.

Alfred rounded the corner and was greeted by a worker with a flat, metal thing in his hand.

"Sit down here miss. Your friend told me that you needed your foot to be measured." The man said gesturing to a chair nearby.

Alfred complied and the worker got on his knees in front of her. He held up the device and asked for Alfred to put her heel in the crescent shaped end and the man looked at it.

"You are a size 5½."

"Thank you." Alfred stood up and walked over to Elizabeta who looked like a little kid that had too much sugar.

"What size are you?"

"5½."

She instantly started hunting around the isle. She grabbed a box, and then another box, and then another box. She had four boxes before she handed them to Alfred and started looking for more.

How many shoes do I need?

"A woman has to be ready for anything." Elizabeta said, as if reading Alfred's mind.

They had a total of ten boxes before they set them down at the chair Alfred sat in earlier. Elizabeta then went to the front of the store and grabbed several pairs of socks, pantyhose, and legging and returned.

"Try the converse on first." She instructed, handing Alfred a pair of socks.

They spent a good thirty minutes of trying on shoes. First it was the converse and then it was some black flats, tennis shoes, black reefs, sandals, and some shoes that Alfred didn't catch the names of. She hated to admit it, but it was actually kind of fun. They paid for the shoes and Alfred put the converse back on. That was one thing down, several others to go.

"Next, we need to get you some proper undergarments." Elizabeta ran off again.

The store they were looking for was across the aisle from Journeys. Alfred had a feeling they'd be going there for this sort of thing. It was very famous for ladies' underclothes. Alfred followed Elizabeta into Victoria's Secret.

"Once again, we need to figure out what size you are. Wait right here and I'll be back." Elizabeta walked off to probably look for another worker who could measure her.

Alfred decided to look around. This place was filled with women. She set her bags down and started looking at the panties they had there. They were in several neon colors and had things like "hot stuff" written on them.

"Excuse me, miss." Alfred turned around and saw a worker lady standing behind her. She had measuring tape hanging on her shoulder.

"Your friend said that you needed to be measured." She grabbed the measuring tape. "Hold your arms at a 'T' please." As Alfred had her arms raised, the woman wrapped the tape around the area where Alfred guessed the bra wrapped around to the top of her breasts. The woman looked at the size and wrote it down. She repeated the process, only this time; she wrapped it around where her nipples were. Alfred felt very uncomfortable with the pressure. The lady wrote the size down. Then she wrapped the tape measure around the diaphragm and wrote that measurement down along with something else. "You are 32C." she finally said after a while. "Now to figure out your panty size." She wrapped the tape around Alfred's waist and hips and wrote the measurements down. She flipped to the back of the packet and looked at something. She glanced back up and said, "You are 6 Medium."

"Thanks." Alfred said picking up her bags and looking for Elizabeta once more.

"I'm 32C for bras and 6 Medium for panties." Alfred said once she came close enough.

"Ok, I'm going to start you off on some sports bras. You'd probably be uncomfortable with normal bras since you are just staring out." Elizabeta grabbed several 32C sports bras and headed over to the panties section. There she grabbed several panties and took the products to the cash register.

They headed towards the bathroom after they paid for the undergarments. It felt weird to Alfred to see so many stalls in one bathroom.

"Why are we here?" Alfred asked.

"So you can put on some underclothes. You can't expect to go around braless all day."

"But why didn't we just put them on back in Victoria's Secret?"

"Victoria's Secret doesn't have changing rooms. You can't exactly try a bra on. That's why you have to know for sure what your size is."

Alfred left it at that and chose one of the left stalls. She took off her shirt and grabbed a sports bra. Thankfully there was no hook to try and figure out. She slipped it on. It felt weird to actually have some support for her cleavage instead of them just hanging there all loose. They also didn't jiggle as much, which was a huge relief. She put the shirt back on and took off her jeans and boxers. She stuffed the boxers inside the shoe box that had previously held her converse She grabbed some bright pink panties with blue writing that said "foxy". Once again the change felt weird, but this was slightly more comfortable than the boxers. They actually fit her instead of just feeling like shorts she wore underneath her jeans. She put her jeans back on and came out of the stall.

"Now for the fun part, clothes shopping!" Elizabeta cheered.

"What store do we go into for that?"

"There are several! You have Aeropostale, Abercrombie & Fitch, American Eagle, and many more. Which one do you want to go to?"

"Aeropostale sounds interesting."

"Great, let's go!" Elizabeta grabbed Alfred's hand and dragged her across the mall to reach said clothing store.

Elizabeta went wild. She dragged poor Alfred all around the girl's section of the store, and shoved clothes into her arms telling her to try them on. They bought six different shirts and four skinny jeans. They repeated this process for both American Eagle and Abercrombie & Fitch. They bought five jeans and four shirts from American Eagle and six jeans and seven shirts from Abercrombie & Fitch. After all these purchases, Alfred changed into a white and green Aeropostale shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. She felt a whole lot more comfortable in clothes that actually fit her right.

"Now to buy clothes for formal affairs!" Elizabeta exclaimed with her arms full of shopping bags.

"You mean we're not done yet?" Alfred exasperated, her arms also full of shopping bags.

"Yes, these are just for casual days."

"Can we at least put all these bags into the car first? My arms are killing me."

"Oh, alright."

They walked back to the car and set their heavy burden in the trunk, before heading back for round two. Alfred was feeling tired and hungry from all the shopping they did thus far.

"Wanna grab something from the food court before we continue?" she suggested.

"Yeah, I'm starting to feel a little peckish."

They went to the food court on the second floor and ordered chicken strips from Chicken Express.

"What all do we have to shop for now?" Alfred asked after swallowing a bite of chicken.

"We need to buy formal attire, bathroom products, pajamas, hair products, and make-up."

"I am not wearing make-up."

"You'll look prettier with it. I'll make sure that it isn't too much. It'll just be enough to accent your natural beauty."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Scouts honor." Elizabeta put her right hand over her heart and raised her left hand, as if she was saying a pledge.

"Fine, I'll wear the stupid make-up." She groused into her food.

"Yay!"

"Oh, and what kind of hair products are you going to buy?"

"Hairdryer, curler, straightener, hairspray, hairbrush, ponytail holders, and bobby pins."

"This is gonna be fun for you isn't it?"

"You bet it is."

They finished their meal and headed for Dillard's, where they found several pretty dresses. Many of them looked great on Alfred, some not so much. For business with the other countries, they bought three women's suits. They also purchased Alfred's make-up there, which Elizabeta was very pleased with. After all this, they left the mall.

"I thought we needed to buy some more items." Alfred stated as she sat in the driver's seat.

"We are, just head toward the nearest Wal-Mart."

"Why are we going to Wal-Mart?"

"Because you can get good products for great deals."

They parked near the back of the parking lot since Alfred didn't want to deal with the hassle of trying to get a good spot. They entered the store and grabbed a cart.

"Let's get the hair products first. Do you have oily or dry hair?" Elizabeta asked as they headed over to that section.

"What do you mean by oily or dry?"

"If you don't wash it, how greasy is your hair?"

"It's pretty greasy."

Elizabeta grabbed products for greasy hair and grabbed Dove body wash while she was in the area. They also got the hairdryer, curler and straightener. They headed toward women's clothing and picked out several cute pajamas. One of them had Super Mario on them and Alfred practically begged Elizabeta to get it. They paid for the items and headed back to Alfred's house.

When they got back they both collapsed on the couch, exhausted but feeling accomplished. Alfred looked over at Elizabeta who was looking very tired at the moment.

"Hey, Liza." Elizabeta turned her head sleepily.

"Thanks."

Elizabeta mumbled to acknowledge that she heard. Alfred gathered what strength she had left and dragged all her new belongings up to her room. She grabbed her Super Mario pajamas and threw them on, and then she plopped on the bed and instantly fell asleep.