This is my one-shot book for 2021!
I hope you all enjoy it!
*All I own are my ideas. All pictures and videos included are not mine unless I explicitly say so.
(A/N): This is a disclaimer! I don't know extensively about drag. I've seen movies and such, but I've never seen anything live or done formal research on it. This is supposed to be a story; I'm not trying to offend anyone by writing something incorrect. If I write anything upsetting, please understand that writing such is NOT my intention.
FYI: When a character is in the mentality of their drag persona, I'll use the opposite of their regular pronouns (like she/her instead of he/him), but otherwise, their regular pronouns will be used.
Warnings: Insults, mentions of extreme alcohol consumption
Most of the nations saw America as a very open country; they assumed that he was far too loud and boastful to have many secrets.
Of course, Alfred acted like that sometimes for the sole purpose of directing suspicion away from himself. While he loves attention, he also was very fond of having a private life, but, being a nation, privacy was hard to come by if you didn't work for it.
One of his many secrets was his night job. He often overslept and was late for meetings because of such, but he wouldn't give up his position for the world.
Well, it wasn't a position so much as a state of being.
Alfred was a drag queen, and a pretty darn attractive one, at that. Expressing himself through drag made him feel more like himself. It made him feel beautiful, able to ignore the insults thrown at him by his fellow nations.
"AMERICA! GET YOUR IGNORANT SELF OVER HERE AND PRESENT ALREADY, YOU TWAT!" (A/N: I'm not a big fan of cussing, so I toned down Iggy's language a bit, sorry if it makes his character seem a bit off)
Ah. England's lovely voice brought him back to the present. Fantastic. "Oh right! Here goes my heroic presentation, then!" He said with his signature million dollar smile.
He hated this... he didn't want to be in a meeting talking about raising ocean pollution. He knew that nothing would get done at this meeting, that's always how these meetings went.
Just a few more hours. He told himself. Just a few hours and I can go back on stage and be free.
***
"Liberty! You're on in five!"
Alfred perked up, coming out of the changing room with a grin. He was excited to preform and be around people who actually enjoyed him- or rather, her.
"And now, the woman you've all been waiting for! The one and only LADY LIBERTY!"
The crowd started cheering uproariously.
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Liberty gracefully walked onto the stage, her heels clicking as she set her feet on the stage's cool surface.
Her bright red lips widened into a smile. "Wow! All these beautiful people! I've got something for y'all!" (A/N: Lady Liberty has a Southern accent)
