Alrighty, so here's chapter 2! So, before we begin, I'm going to answer a question that was left on the last chapter. It was if Alfred would have more estrogen and have periods. To answer that, my answer is no. My personal headcanon is that countries cannot get pregnant, so female nations such as Hungary or Ukraine will not have menstrual cycles. Therefore, Alfred will pretty much be the same. The only thing his new "form" changes is physical appearance, I suppose. Hope that clears things up!
Also, this chapter has a scene that can be read as slight dub-con. It is not intended to be that way, but I'll put the warning just in-case.
"Why did you give me a pussy!?"
"I did not do anything to you, you little-!" England stopped abruptly as Alfred's words sunk in. Did he just say what he thought he said?
"I- …wha? What are-?" The Englishman was at a complete loss for words. He stared at Alfred as if the nation had grown a second head.
At the Brit's lack of a coherent response, Alfred rolled his eyes in quite an exaggerated manner and tried to explain his situation again. "Okay. Why did you put a spell on me to have girl parts," he pointed to his crotch for emphasis, "and can you please reverse it?"
England looked back up and him and took a moment to respond. "You're joking, right?" He hoped the lad was, he didn't know how he'd manage if his former colony completely lost what little sanity he had.
Alfred sighed. He guessed there was only one thing left to do if he wanted England to spill. He then proceeded to unzip and pull down his slacks and boxers.
Even though this entire situation was really fucking embarrassing, it was worth it to see England's eyes get as wide as dinner plates. The Brit's face turning as red as one of Romano's tomatoes and quickly turning away which solidified that notion.
"Good lord! Put your trousers back on, please!"
"Are you going to help me?"
"Yes! Just put that away!" England practically shrieked.
Alfred smirked triumphantly and pulled up and zipped his pants back.
"Are you decent yet?" England asked after a long moment, still profusely looking away from the other man.
"I've been so for a full minute now."
The Brit grumbled at Alfred's snide reply, but turned around to face him once again. His face still looked quite flustered and was most likely in shock at what he had just saw. He struggled to find his voice. "Now, I obviously believe you," he tried not to remember what he had just seen a few moments ago, "but I did not do that to you."
"Oh, please. Remember when you tried to get me to sit down in an evil chair?" America shuddered at the memory. Thankfully for him, Russia had decided to use it first… "You totally have it out for me."
"That was different! What the hell would I have to gain by doing something so perverted as that to you!?" England pointed at Alfred's groin with disgust in his voice. "Whoever did that to you is clearly demented. If I had wanted to humiliate you, my way would be much more dignifying and with way more tact."
"Like trying to kill me with evil chairs?"
"Oh, shut up!" The Brit took a short moment to calm himself by taking in and releasing a deep breath. "Now to the pressing matter, I have never seen a spell like this before, nor do I understand why someone would even use such a dreadful thing. However, perhaps I can find some information about it in my spell books. Unfortunately for you, I do not carry them with me. Once I fly back home I shall look through them and I'll update you if I come across anything."
Alfred took in the Englishman's words. He would have to go back to his own country and have to wait until England found a reversing spell.
Well, this thoroughly sucked. "Why do these things have to happen to me?" Alfred whined.
England rolled his eyes. "Please, you're being even more overdramatic than France. You act as if you're dying."
Alfred pouted. "I am. On the inside."
The Brit rolled his eyes at the American's melodrama. "C'mon, just suck it up for now. We have to get back to the meeting, and I will not let your useless sulking ruin my good track record for being on time."
As England led himself and Alfred out of the room, they had failed to notice a certain albino rising from underneath the unused conference table.
"So, America has a pussy? Ha! This is going to be fun." Prussia smirked to himself. He had a mischievous glint in his eye. "Heh, sometimes it pays to nap in random places."
Nations once again filed into their seats, ready to finish the last half on the meeting. England and Alfred were among the last to arrive, but they were thankfully right on schedule. Both men stumbled over to their places and sat down, with Alfred looking rather uncomfortable doing so.
Germany once again turned to Alfred. "America, it is your turn to present. I hope you have everything in order." He ejected and took his flash drive out from the projector so the other could start.
Alfred tried not to gulp. "Uhh, sure!" He got up from his chair and made his way to the front of the room. He shuffled through his notes until he found what he was looking for. Fuck, was he nervous. Due to being freaked the hell out this morning, he had lost some of his confidence and felt quite anxious. All he could do now was try to suck it up and focus on his presentation on global warming.
Unbeknownst to Alfred as he was describing some odd ways to lower the levels of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere, Prussia watched him with an amused smile. Oh, how he was going to love messing with the younger nation. He still hadn't forgiven the American for the prank he pulled for April Fool's Day earlier that year, and Prussia saw this as a good way to get payback.
To get the American's attention, Prussia had to interrupt his quite interesting explanation of building a giant machine that converts carbon dioxide to oxygen. He took an opportunity when Alfred had dropped a piece of paper and bent over to pick it up.
As soon as he bent over, he heard two loud whistles in two short bursts. Alfred felt his cheeks heat up as he stared at the floor. Someone had wolf-whistled at him! How dare they disrespect the hero of the free world! Alfred had quickly stood up as soon as he had retrieved his paper. He combed the crowd of nations and tried to pick out the one who had decided to be a smart ass. However, there were no signs of anything he could have gone off with to single someone out, so he did his best to return to giving his presentation. It was best not to waste time anyway, and he'd rather not be lectured by Germany about stalling the meeting.
Prussia smiled to himself. His plan was already starting to become successful. He had to come up with another way to annoy the superpower. He got an idea when he looked at his notes. He rolled up one of his papers and chewed off a piece of another. He rolled it into a small ball using his tongue, then took it out of his mouth and placed it at the end of his make-shift straw. Prussia then waited for an opportunity. He aimed at Alfred when he turned his back on the listeners and blew from the other end.
The spit-ball hit the back of Alfred's neck dead on. Said nation froze upon impact of the little ball. He reached his hand around and threw the wad on the floor. Okay, that was it. He was really pissed off now.
"Okay, who is the wise-guy around here who thinks it's funny to make fun of the hero during his awesome speech!?" His anger intensified when he heard a few snickers from the crowd. He was about to mouth off again when Germany interrupted by clearing his throat.
"Alright, as a see that none of us can behave, I will call off the meeting until tomorrow. I expect everyone to be here at the same time, and at least try to act mature." As he said the last part, he glared at his brother. Prussia responded by feigning an innocent smile. Germany just rolled his eyes and took his leave with the others.
Almost all the nations had emptied out of the room except Prussia. Alfred rounded on him as soon as he was sure there was no one left in the room. He went up to Prussia's face and spat out, "So, you were picking on me the entire meeting! What's your problem!? I mean, I thought we were friends, but you clearly want to humiliate me!"
Prussia waited for Alfred to finish his rant. "Oh, man. You're just too much fun to rile up, you know that?"
Alfred just glowered at him. "What do you have against me, man?"
"Good question," Prussia responded thoughtfully. "Maybe I might still be pissed from your stupid prank this year. Perhaps I have found a way to get you back, no?"
"Aw, c'mon! You still can't be mad at me over that, right?"
Prussia thought about it for a second. It had involved duct tape, glue, and a blood thirsty Hungary. He shuddered at the memory. It had also sparked his motivation for revenge.
"Wrong, America. I'm still very mad, infuriated even. And now, I have finally found a way to get even." Prussia finished his sentence with a low growl that actually managed to startle the American a bit. As Alfred was caught off-guard, Prussia took his chance and shoved Alfred against the wall that was right behind him. He quickly pinned the other by holding his wrists with his left hand and forcing his legs to squeeze against the American's, eliminating any chance at running away for the other.
Alfred could only gasp in response as the wind was knocked out of him. He felt a little disorientated, but quickly sobered up when he felt Prussia's hot breath at his neck.
"I was in the room when you and Eyebrows were having an interesting little discussion during the lunch break." He closed the gap by pressing his lips against Alfred's neck. The American shivered in response. Damn Prussia for taking advantage of Alfred's sensitivity! He placed soft kisses upwards until he got up to the earlobe, which he promptly nibbled. Alfred moaned at this sensation and bucked his hips. He mentally kicked himself for not suppressing his reactions. He couldn't help it. The other man was really good with his mouth.
Prussia continued, "I know that you're not exactly yourself down there anymore." For emphasis, he reached down Alfred's body with his free hand and cupped his crotch. The American let out another surprised gasp. Prussia used his fingers to press around the outline and curves of Alfred's sex, sending shivers down the younger nation's spine. He then started to rub Alfred's clit through his pants with his thumb in small circles. He let out breathy moans as his new parts were stimulated. He felt tension start to build up in his lower belly. This feeling was not unlike the times where he masturbated or had sex when he still had his dick. However, it felt like the tension was building up in his core, somewhere deep inside him where he couldn't even pinpoint where it was exactly coming from.
Alfred kneed and bucked into Prussia's hand, wanting more of this new type of pleasure. He felt himself teetering on the edge as the other continued to rub and tease him.
"Fuck, this is hot." Prussia himself was very turned on by this situation. Having the superpower be reduced to putty in his hands was quite a sight to behold. There was only one thing left to do to put the icing on the cake. He scraped his teeth down the American's neck and bit at his collar bone. As he did this he reached up and stuck his free hand down Alfred's pants and underwear. Now he was able to really play. He promptly spread the folds apart and played with the skin that lied in-between.
Alfred just couldn't take it. The sensations were just too much. He was nothing more than a quivering mess at that point, and he finally came as the other stuck a thick finger inside his wet hole. Alfred finished with a high-pitched mewl. His body milked Prussia's finger by clamping down around it, riding out the tingling jolts that were still coursing through him as an aftershock.
Prussia just smirked and yanked his finger out of the American, whom of which whined at the loss.
"Such a needy slut." He removed his hand from the American's pants, but did not let go of him just yet. He examined his now glistening finger and brought it up to Alfred's lips. He gave the other a command, "Suck."
Alfred cringed. Gross. But, he was too subdued by his orgasm to really complain or shake the other nation off him, so he reluctantly opened his mouth. Prussia's satisfied smirk stretched further across his face as the other let him gain entry. He then stuck his finger passed the other's lips. Alfred closed them around the appendage and hollowed his cheeks, allowing himself to suck on the finger. "Huh," Alfred thought, "I don't taste too bad."
After Prussia felt that Alfred had sucked enough, he removed the digit. "Nice. Can't wait to see those pretty little things wrapped around my cock."
This caused Alfred to rouse out of his post-coital bliss. "What- whad'ya mean?"
"What I mean is that we are going to do this again. Soon. As long as I know your little secret."
Great. The bastard was black mailing him.
"You're an asshole, Prussia."
"So, why don't you come swing by my hotel room tomorrow night after the meeting, and I'll keep your situation just between us."
Alfred felt his blood boil. "Fuck off." He then wriggled his way out of the other nation's grip and headed towards the door.
Prussia called after him. "Wait! If you walk out on this, I'm telling everyone at the meeting tomorrow that you have a fucking pussy!"
"Pfft. Go ahead, it's not like they'd believe ya anyway." Before he left, America said one last thing. "And, ah, sorry 'bout your problem there buddy," he pointed a finger to Prussia's obvious tent. "But next time, don't black-mail folks to get sexual favors. That's really shitty, you know." Alfred proceeded to walk out, waving off Prussia and giving him one of his signature triumphant laughs. No one black-mails the hero!
Prussia was fuming as the other left and let out a huff. Oh, he was so dropping the bomb about the American's predicament tomorrow. Revenge was totally going to be his!