Alfred had burst through his hotel room and quickly locked the door. He slid down it and slumped against the floor, hugging his knees to his chest.
What happened earlier that day was the most embarrassing moment he had ever experienced. Everyone knew his secret now, and had literally seen it too. Now there was mass confusion and curiosity amongst his colleagues. They all probably thought he is a chick now. Not necessarily a bad thing, but he is a man, thank you very much. Right now, he felt pretty emasculated and exposed. He would have to go through great lengths to save face, and he was not looking forward to that. Alfred continued to lay on the floor feeling sorry for himself until he heard a soft knock on his door.
"Al, you in there? I just wanted to know if you're okay." It was Canada. Alfred wasn't too surprised his brother came by to check up on him. He suspected England had sent him instead of coming himself, as per usual. The Brit could never stand to openly show Alfred sympathy. America's expression darkened a bit at that thought. He moped about his family issues as he contemplated opening the door.
Suddenly, Canada spoke up again through the other side.
"I've brought McDonald's."
Canada heard some shuffling from inside before the hotel door was unlocked and opened, revealing a disheveled America. Just in case Alfred changed his mind, Canada showed him the greasy fast food bag to insure he'd be let in. His brother stepped aside so Canada could enter. He then placed the bad on a nearby table and plopped himself down onto the bed, watching Alfred shuffle over and pick out a burger and fries before coming over to sit right next to him. He laid his head on the Canadian's shoulder and went to work at eating his food.
"This sucks," he said in-between bites, "I'm so screwed. I'll never be able to show my face again!" Alfred was practically inhaling his burger at this point, a bad habit of his when he was stressed or bored.
Canada showed him sympathy by rubbing his back. "Crazy stuff happens at world summits all the time. I'm sure they'll forget about it within a month or so as the rumor mill swings its pendulum at some other unfortunate nation."
Alfred moved from his brother and fell backwards to lay on the bed with his feet still on the floor. "Hmph. I know. It still sucks though."
Matthew flopped his back on the bed as well, and turned his head to face his twin. "So, how exactly did this all happen anyway?"
The American took in a deep breath. He knew the other would bring this up eventually. "I don't know. I just woke up like this yesterday. There wasn't any weird evil scientist surgery involved either. That's why I think it's some kind of supernatural phenomena that's the culprit."
"Do you have any leads to who did this to you?"
"So far, no, but I wouldn't put it pass Russia to do something like this."
Canada rolled his eyes. Of course, America would suspect his former rival. He was too stubborn to let old grudges go. "Well, at least Arthur is cutting tomorrow's meeting for you so he can try to find a cure."
"Wait, he's really doing that for me?" Alfred was surprised. England usually didn't go out of his way for him unless it was for his own benefit or if he felt guilty.
"He is. After seeing the reactions of the others, I'm sure he thought it'd be better to get this all resolved sooner than later."
"Wow." Alfred turned to stare up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe it. He was honestly touched. Now he felt bad about his earlier sulking.
"He cares a lot about you, man. He just has a funny way of showing it."
The two on the bed had a laugh at that, and the Canadian sat up. "Well, I've got a few things to do. Since I know you're fine, I'll just head back to my own room. Call me if you need anything, alright?" He fully sat up and approached the exit.
Alfred sat up as well. "Yeah, yeah. You go do your thing, bro. If anything, I'll hit ya up if I feel like going out drinking."
Canada leaned against the door. "The last thing you need is to show up at tomorrow's meeting drunk."
Alfred stiffened at the mention of attending tomorrow's meeting. "Aww, c'mon, Mattie. How can you expect me to go after what happened today?"
The other shook his head. "I guess if you really need to, you can call Germany and say you'll stay here, then. I'm sure he'll understand after today's fiasco." At that, the Canadian finally turned to leave, shutting the door softly behind him and leaving the American alone once again.
Said American groaned and flopped back against his bed. Why did these things have to happen to him again?
Prussia had returned to the summit location to see utter chaos blossom around him. Nations were bickering, boasting, and even some were panicking. Various ones were arguing over this new information. Most were just using it as an excuse to bitch about America, but a few seemed to be fighting over him. What the hell?
"Ve, I didn't know America was a lady. I wonder if she'd like to go on a date with me." He heard North Italy say to an annoyed and flustered Germany. Prussia probably would have taken the chance to tease his brother about it if he didn't have to do some damage control right now.
"Please. As if she'd be interested in gorging on pasta all night. Plus, she's not even that pretty," Romano put in.
"Mon ami, all women are beautiful, even a brute like America. But, I'm sure my charms can persuade her to reveal her feminine side!" France started to daydream about a shapely, effeminate body hiding under the American's business suit.
A scoff cut in from China, "More like you want to get in her bed! Sheesh, you're predictable, France."
The countries continued to argue as Prussia made his way to the podium. Now he could get their attention! He slammed his hands down on the wooden structure in a similar fashion to his brother and shouted, "America isn't a woman, you idiots!"
This got all eyes in the room on him. So, he resumed his speech. "He's still a guy, but, you know, just doesn't have a dick.." Man, this was awkward to explain. "And we know that one of you is responsible for this, so confess up or you'll have to face the awesome me!"
As Prussia gloated about kicking butt, a nation spoke up. "How interesting. Just how do you know the situation of America's predicament?" Everyone turned to the new speaker, and Prussia paled at seeing who it was.
Russia sat back in his chair waiting for an answer. "You two aren't close enough for him to confide a big secret like that to you, and it is very unlikely for you to go out of your like this for someone other than yourself. You are clearly hiding something, comrade."
Shit. First England, now Russia. How was everyone able to see right through him? "Well, uh-"
Before he could explain further, Germany cut through. "Hmm, you and America were missing from the dining hall yesterday. Care to explain?" His brother eyed him steadily.
Another nation added in. "You slept with him, didn't you?" Austria said, completely deadpan.
Prussia had to act fast if he wanted to save his reputation. "It wasn't like that! I just happened to be in the room with him when I found out! Plus, I didn't sleep with him, I only felt him up!" It took the albino a moment to realize how he just exposed himself. "Smooth, Gilbert," he mentally slapped himself.
The man's admission caused the room to once again disrupt into banter and quarrel.
"Well, if he can get fresh with burger brains, I'm sure you have a fair chance, Veneziano." Romano said to his brother. "Hm, I'm not sure if I want to ask him out if he's not a girl," Italy replied.
"Good! More for me!"
"Heh, I guess it would be fun to give America's new body a go."
"Back off! I'm going to be the one to deflower his new delicate condition!"
"Not if I get to him first!"
While the others were distracted, Prussia tried to make his way through the exit. He hadn't managed to help his friend, but make things worse. He was almost there when he heard a chair screech against the floor, with a large nation standing up.
"It seems that I have some competition! I would like to be the one to approach the 'leader of the free world's' new condition. However, this could be a fun game! Well, I am off gentlemen, and may the best man win!" With that, Russia left through the double doors, with the others who were either interesting in dating the American or getting into his pants following suit.
Shit. Prussia had to warn Alfred before things get out of hand.