Night to Remember: Hetalia

((This is a Hetalia short story, which I've had in my head for a while. I will be posting it on two of my accounts: @america_you_git and this one. This version will be two or three chapters, while the other will simply be a one-shot. It's mainly UsUk: Don't like, don't read. I will be using mostly human names, but I might use the country names occasionally. Also, I'm writing this on my phone, so sorry for mistakes!))

When Arthur awoke, he was attached to a table. There were straps around his wrists, ankles, chest and neck, preventing almost all movement. Two people were bending over him: both blonds, one with cynical green eyes, and one with sensitive blue ones. He immediately recognized them. "Francis? Feliks? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?" He exclaimed, flailing wildly. "What. Are. You. Doing?" Arthur repeated, slightly calmer, glaring and struggling with his bonds.

"Arthur, we can like totally do this the easy way, or we can like, do it the hard way!" Feliks informed him, smirking at the look on the Brit's face. "What exactly are you doing?" Arthur asked yet again, lessening his struggles slightly. "We are preparing you to go out somewhere. All else is secret. You have to let us do whatever we want to you, without making a fuss or struggling. This room is locked from the outside, so you can't get out. If you don't do this willingly, we can easily overpower you, or knock you out if we need to, so you just be a good boy and do as we tell you, Qui?" Francis almost demanded, grinning.

"Fine, git. Let me out of these bloody straps." Arthur ordered. "Oh, mon cher, they are not bloody yet. However, if you want that kind of fun-" Francis tease. "NO! Get your mind out of the ruddy gutter you git!" Arthur yelled. Felix undid the cuffs, and Arthur got up off the table, rubbing the places they had bound him by. "Now, like strip." Felix demanded, folding his arms. "WHAT?! NO WAY IN HELL! ESPECIALLY NOT IN FRONT OF THE FROG!" Arthur screamed, backing against the wall. "Fine, we like, warned you. You should have chosen the easy way." Feliks cautioned, almost apologetically.

He and Francis leaped at Arthur, pinning him to the wall and began to remove his clothes, from his jacket down, even removing his boxers, as loud protests came from the angry Brit. Feliks got up, leaving Francis to continue to pin Arthur. He returned a few seconds later with a pair of black lacy girl's panties. "No way in deepest f*cking hell. Get those things away from me." Arthur continued to protest. Feliks just grabbed his legs and put them into the correct holes, pulling the underwear up all the way to cover everything.

He then grabbed a razor and some other shaving supplies, muttering "England has like, a totally hairy chest... wow, who knew?" He carefully and skillfully got all of the hair off of Arthur's entire body, and leaned back to admire his handiwork. "Well, we'll totally need a lot of padding for the dress, but I think this could work!" He observed. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?" Arthur challenged. "I am not going to wear a dress." Poland laughed loudly. "Oh really? Like, how do you plan on preventing it?" "Qui, Angleterre, how do you plan to stop us?" Francis interjected.

Feliks went over to his boxes of clothing and supplies, and brought out a heavily padded hot pink strapless lacy bra. He also grabbed some of the cotton used for the stuffing in stuffed animals,and shoved it into the bra behind the pads, making it fill out as if worn by a female. He clasped it tightly around the other man's chest and strutted back over to his box of femininity. Felix pulled out several dresses and held them up to Arthur, Francis nodding his head in approval at some, and shaking his head at others. They agreed on a deep red silky, extremely tight and short dress, with a thick strap over one shoulder. They forced Arthur into it, and finally released him, stepping back with an astonished look, mirrored on each of their faces. 

"He's like, not done yet!" Felix pointed out, dragging Arthur over to a vanity with no mirror. "Are you, like, gonna cooperate now, or does France have to totally hold you down?" He asked calmly. "I'll cooperate... You've already humiliated me to the point of ridicule. Whatever you do here will hardly make a difference." Arthur agreed grudgingly. He sat down and waited for them to begin. Felix seized a pair of tweezers, grabbed his hair to hold his head still, and attacked his eyebrows, shaping and thinning them, eliciting yelps and squeals of pain from his subject. France laughed obnoxiously at the now thin-eyebrowed man in front of them, his scowl not nearly as fierce without the abnormally large brows.