Alfred walked back to his hotel room that evening feeling confused on just about everything. What a weird day he had. Between waking up with the wrong parts, to showing England, his former mentor, said wrong parts, and the encounter with Prussia, Alfred felt just a bit overwhelmed.
As soon as he had entered his room, he flopped face-first onto the bed. He was completely exhausted and pretty stressed out. He was not looking forward to the continuation of the meeting tomorrow. Prussia was going to let his secret out, and he'd never be able to live it down. He had initially thought it might have been a good idea to let Prussia to spill so he'd maybe find the person who did this to him and find a resolution, it would only lead to more humiliation and possibly more harassment from other nations.
Alfred groaned. Could his life get any worse at this point?
Meanwhile, a certain nation was also feeling restless in his own hotel room.
Prussia thought back to earlier that day about his confrontation with America. His rage had died down and all that was left was bitter guilt. Perhaps he had gone too far when he felt up America. He might have played a shitty prank on him, but straight up molesting him for it was very not right.
The albino pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying not to feel like a complete jerk.
He gave up and let out an exasperated sigh. He should go apologize to America, even if it would hurt his awesome ego. Hopefully he can confront him tomorrow morning before the meeting starts.
Alfred had woken up with a stress headache thanks to a night of restless sleep. He took it out on his poor alarm clock when it went off 20 minutes ago, smashing his fist against it causing the plastic screen to shatter. Well, no matter. He really wouldn't need another one until he flies back to States.
It had been a slow morning for him. Alfred had dragged his feet along during the entire time he was going through his daily routines. He even drove as slowly as possible to the conference building, taking his time before he had to face the inevitable.
When he did arrive, he felt heavy tension in the atmosphere as soon as Alfred had gone through the entrance. Anxiety was the worst for Alfred as it inhibited his ability to ignore the atmosphere entirely. It made him all too aware of what was to come.
Speak of the devil, a particular nation was waiting for him right outside of the meeting room doors.
Crap. Alfred was still not prepared to run into Prussia this soon. He could feel his heart pace quicken as he stared at the other man. Maybe, if he could turn back now he could-
Prussia had looked up right at that second and waved over for the American to come up to him.
"Hey, America! I need to talk to you about something real quick!" The albino started to approach him. Alfred eyed the other, still debating if he should make a run for it. However, that hope was vanquished when his temporary tormentor stood right in front of him.
"I, um, wanted to talk to you about yesterday." Prussia sounded unsure of himself. It only made Alfred relax a little, but only just a little. "About what I did to you," Prussia looked down at the floor. Admitting you fucked up was hard, dammit! "I'm sorry. I just took my pent-up anger on you. What you did as a prank wasn't cool, but I shouldn't have felt you up without asking, even if I felt that you had deserved it."
Alfred stood there, staring at the albino incredulously. He did not expect an apology from the stubbornly proud nation. Well, there was a first for everything, he supposed.
"Hey, man. It's cool. To tell you the truth, I kinda enjoyed it," Alfred flushed for admitting that. He honestly didn't mind the sexual encounter. It wasn't as if he had told the other no or made an attempt to get away. It just took him by surprise when it happened, not to mention that Alfred had just felt embarrassed about others finding out about his genital change. If he had not been in this predicament, he probably would have jumped Prussia's bones himself. "The only thing that pissed me off is that you used it as a way to black-mail me. I do not like being taken advantage of." The American finished his statement with a stern look.
Prussia held his hands up leisurely. "I understand. That is why I'm not going to tell the others about what happened to you. It'll be our- well, technically England's too, secret." He winked at the other and reassured him with a small smile.
Alfred honestly appreciated how nice the German was being to him. "Thanks, man. Just one more thing: do you happen to know who did this to me?" He gestured at his crotch.
The other shrugged in response. "No clue," Just then, he had a dirtier idea, "If I had, I probably would have exploited it much sooner." Prussia flashed a toothy smirk at Alfred. The other lightly punched him in the arm and chuckled.
"Alright, alright. Well, if you have any suspicions on who it might be, let me know. I just want to get back to normal already." He finished with an exhausted sigh.
"Yeah, sure." Prussia replied. Not too long after their conversation, the rest of the world countries filed into the meeting room, not really paying attention to the hijinks of the two usually vivacious men in the middle of the hallway. "Guess that's our signal to go inside." Before the albino fully went in, he turned back to face Alfred one more time. "Oh, if you ever do want to try something like what happened yesterday, you can always give me a call. You still owe me." He finished with a flirtatious wink and joined the others inside.
Alfred blushed. He would totally take up Prussia on his offer, but that could wait another time. All he wanted to do today was get the day over with and wait for England to find a reverse spell.
After everyone had sat down, Germany rose from his own seat and spoke up. "May I have everyone's attention?" He patiently waited until the room settled down and all eyes were on him. "As you are all aware of, yesterday's assembly was cut short due to certain disruptions," Germany carefully eyed his brother. "Therefore, America will be the first to speak since he did not have the proper chance to finish." He then sat back down and motioned for Alfred to walk to the front.
The American complied and set up his presentation. He was not as nervous speaking today as he was yesterday. He supposed it was the talk with Prussia that calmed his nerves significantly. Although, because of his stressful night, he hadn't practiced, so he would have to improvise here and there. Oh well, he's done it before, he can certainly do it again.
As Alfred began showing slides with his PowerPoint presentation and turning around to write on the whiteboard behind him, he failed to notice the long cord that stuck out of his laptop a little too much. Alfred walked forward and didn't see the cord. Luck wasn't on his side when it made him trip onto the floor. As his foot caught on the cord, it pulled the jack out of the socket, and the laptop fell with him at the pulled force. It ended up hitting him square in the back shortly after he had fallen over. "Oof!" Now, that hurt.
Some of the nations had snickered at the spectacle, and some others gave him sympathy. Belgium, who had been sitting next to the front of the room, had offered her hand to help him up. He reluctantly took her hand as he stood up and mumbled a thank you. Man, it seemed like everything was out to get him lately. Alfred was able to soon get back up and re-prepare his presentation. Unfortunately for him, he also didn't know that the weight of his fall caused Alfred's button on his pants to come undone.
He started to walk around the room again as he continued his speech. However, the more he moved, the more he caused his pants to become looser and slowly slip off his hips. He finally ended his speech and stood in front of the conference table facing everyone in the room.
"And that is how automated molecule conversion will save our ecosystems!" He finished with his trademark laugh and hoisted his arms up in the air for a victory pose (even though this was not a competition, but Alfred liked to pretend that world meetings were). This was a bad mistake. It had caused his pants to fall down his legs and pool at his ankles.
There was a unanimous gasp amongst the room, followed either by laughter, disgusted looks, interested looks, or awkward coughs. It took Alfred a moment to realize what they were reacting to, until he looked down and registered the cool air brushing his legs. Shit. It had to happen on the day he went commando too. Hey, he couldn't help it! Alfred's boxers just felt weird to him now since he no longer had the right parts for them, plus he didn't own any panties so of course he couldn't wear that. Plus, it would have been emasculating, at least to Alfred it would have been.
He promptly pulled his pants back up and to scurry away from the overwhelming attention he was getting, but it was too late. The meeting room disrupted in chatter, either directed at Alfred himself or at each other.
"America's a woman now?!"
"Well, this is an interesting turn of events."
"Finally, something interesting is happening at these boring gatherings."
"Does he-, uh, she have no decency?"
"This is too good to be true!"
"Shit. Wish I had my camera."
Alfred was now in a state of panic. Everyone knew his secret now and was sure to either mock him for it, or use it as a way to black-mail him like Prussia had. He had to get out of there and fast! He tried to get his feet going but they stayed put. He was frozen in place. Some nations had gotten up from their seats and started to approach him, either with predatory or curious looks on their faces. Just as one of them was about to touch Alfred's shoulder, he finally found the ability to move his legs and run pass the crowd and bolt out the door. He didn't stop running until he made it to his rental car. He unlocked it and got inside to rev it up and just get the fuck out of there.
A few nations had followed Alfred to the parking lot, only to see that he had already made his get-away. Among the few were England, Canada and Prussia. Prussia had gone after Alfred because he still felt guilty about yesterday and wanted to help in any way he could. England had gone to protect his former colony if need be (and perhaps to comfort him too, but the Brit would never admit that). Finally, Canada had gone because he wanted to know just what the hell was happening with his brother. Said nation had turned to England. "Arthur, can you please tell me just what is going on? "
Well, how was he supposed to answer that? The self-labeled gentleman didn't want to sound vulgar, so he attempted to be subtle. "Well, um, you see-," England tried not to blush, "Alfred had been cursed-" He was suddenly interrupted by Prussia.
"Some asshole put a spell on America and now he has a cunt!" The European had waved his arms frantically, making the other two gawk at the spectacle.
It took England a moment to regain his composure. "Right. That." He gave Prussia a quick look of disdain before turning back to Canada. "We have no idea how it had exactly happened or who had done it, but America came to me before yesterday's meeting and showed me the changes to his body. Now all we're doing is trying to find something to reverse it. However, I have to wait until I get back to my own country to see if I can find anything of the sort."
Canada nodded in response to the information. "In the meantime, I'll check up on him and make sure Alfred's alright. We're staying in the same hotel after all." He rubbed the back of his neck. "This is all so weird. I know Al has a few enemies, but this is ridiculous."
"You're telling me! Did you guys see how many of the others wanted a piece of him? This entire situation is just crazy!" Prussia added.
England eyed the albino suspiciously. "How did you know America was cursed?" He crossed his arms over his chest in a very "England-disapproves" kind of way.
Prussia looked like he was caught in someone's headlights. "Uhhh, I was in the room when America confronted you, ..under the table sleeping." He left out the part about his sexual encounter with Alfred, but wisely assumed it was best to leave that part out. After his admission, he flinched, expecting to be stuck by England's wraith, but it did not come.
The Brit had only rolled his eyes in response. "Of course you were, you git." He sighed and faced Canada once again. "Why don't you also stay by America and make sure he doesn't get into trouble, please? It does worry me seeing how many of the others wanted to take advantage of him."
The Northern nation nodded in affirmation. "Will do. Keep me updated if you find anything out, eh?" With that, Canada was off to make sure his brother was okay.
Before England left himself, he approached Prussia. "As for you, I want you to stay out of this affair. However, you could be some use to us. Diffuse the situation as much as you can as you seem to want to help us for some reason." Prussia actually knew the reason, but he wasn't going to tell the island nation if he still wanted to keep his "five meters" intact.
"Sure. I'll see what I can do." Prussia left as well, heading back into the building to see if he could calm the others down.
England watched him as he left, still trying to gauge the man's motivations behind his sudden altruism. He never cared for the American unless it was to go drinking with him. Bonus points if Denmark came along with them. England didn't understand the sudden change of heart.
Well, there was no point in lingering any longer. He had to go back to his own hotel room and prepare for tomorrow's flight, assuming that the rest of the meeting was going to be cancelled. There was no way order would be restored to have a functional session after something happening as scandalous as this.
The Brit got in his own rental and headed back to his hotel with a feeling of dread that he just couldn't manage to shake off.
So, no sexy scenes this chapter, but things are building up! I promise there will be more soon!