Iggy's POV, India, his summer home he uses when there is a world meeting at India's country.
"What a nice morning." I yawned as I stepped out of my bed putting on my slippers and walking down the stairs, then I prepared my tea. I nibbled on some of my scones with a little butter and jam while sipping at the warm liquid. After, I walked up stairs to change into my uniform, then I opened my dresser drawer... Nothing, whot? I closed it and looked through the rest, "no, No, NO!" I yelled and slammed closed the last drawer. I walked to my closet and opened it, it wasn't empty but there... " A DRESS, WHOT!" Alright this is NOT ok, I saw a note hanging on the only piece of clothing that I could find and it said,
Bonjur mon petite lapin,
You must wear the dress, it is victorian. I took the liberty of taking all your clothing, it's wear the dress or your pajamas. If you do not go the BTT can and will trash your house.
With much amore,
-Francis B.
"BLOODY FROG!" I yelled discarding the letter, that bloody tosser. I can't have them turning my house into shite, I sleep in my boxers (so that's a no unless I'm aiming to get raped), " I have to wear the dress," I looked at the dress an average Victorian with a soft green as the main color, white underneath and part of it was brought up to show white layers, with slight ruffles at the end of each section of cloth, long thin white sleeves also lined with a slight ruffle, quite simple. Damn it that bloody tosser. Having no choice I put on my long black coat that reached my ankles as Alfred would put it a "spy" coat to hide most of the dress only letting the white ruffles show, I also slipped the note in my pocket so I had the reason if they found out i'm wearing a dress they could blame france.
I sighed as I got into my car that (thank god) was in the garage, god I hate this thing it was so weird to wear.
Time skip to the meeting room.
I sat there as people filed in ( I was always there first), looking the same as I always do except wearing my jacket ( and a bloody dress, france WILL DIE at my hands).
"HEY IGGY!" A boisterous american yelled hugging me from behind, i scowled,
"do not call me that America and sit down." I saw him pout, so cute, from the corner of my eye,
" fine I'll sit down," he said as he let go of me and sat down, " but I will still call you iggy!" I sighed, face palming. Oh god france was looking at me with a smirk, I will kill him.
"Mon petit lapin, why are you wearing your jacket? It is so warm out!" That bastard,
"because, francis, I felt like it. Problem?" I smirked oh yes was I smart,
"oh well, but be carful we wouldn't want you to have a heat stroke now." He commented smirking back,
"I have to agree with france, just be careful I don't want you to pass out." America actually sounded like an adult,
"America that was very intellectual and adult of you to say." I said nicely,
" Hate to interrupt but we must start the meeting now." India said returning to the podium, " welcome to my home, and first off Germany with the economy crisis." from across the room Germany stood up and walked to the podeum.
((TIME SKIP OF LAZINESS 'cause we all know what happens x,D ))
"Alright," India said after Germany shut everyone up, I was able to keep out of mostly every thing, but put in some comments, "that concludes what we a call a meeting, see you all next month for the meeting in China, have a nice day." With that every one filed out. I took my time and when I saw know one was there I went to use the door. That leads to the back were I usually park my car when I felt a hand go on my shoulder and rip off my coat unveiling the dress. " GAH!" I yelled turning around, France. "BLOODY WANKER THAT'S MY COAT!" He smiled at me, oh he wants to die.
"And that dress looks Fabuloux On you!" He smiled.
((POV change to 3rd person because England's thoughts would need a censor on every other word))
" OI, GIVE ME BACK MAH COAT!" England yelled his accent growing thicker.
" NON!" On that note france ran out the main door right past America, 'oh god no, no he can't see me like this!' England thought fleeing through the back door, America caught site of the back of his dress swishing through the opening. America with England's coat in hand followed who he believed was a poor girl who suffered France's well france-ness.
"Hey, wait up!" The American yelled following behind by at least a 20ft gap, only catching glimpses of the dress, turning again that is when he met a hall way and didn't know which way to turn after loosing sight of the "girl".
England ran as fast as he could but he ran right into a dead end, ' no, no, no, no, he will see, he can't see he'll laugh at me because of how foolish I look, oh god I don't think I could handle That," he thought and sank to the floor.
'what is that?' America though as he heard a subtle sound coming from the right of him, 'is that...sobbing?' He immediately turned right and followed the sound.
England heard shoes clicking down the hall way close by him, 'no.' He though then he say the lone door in the hall way, it opened 'oh thank god!' He though and rushed in, but yet again the dress gave away his position,
" WAIT!" He heard america yell as he rushed into the room, looking around wildly and locked on to a closet, he dove in and closed it.
"hey dudette, where are you?"
He could only hope America didn't find him, 'if he found me, oh god, I-I.' Due to this thought England let out a small sob which he emidiately regretted,
"hey are you ok?" America asked looking into the dark closet that the sob had come from seeing the same dress he was chasing, the person curled closer in on them selves, then america noticed the mop of golden blond hair that he knew so well,
"England?" He asked and another sob escaped the person, "dude what happened?" then the note france had left fluttered out of the coat in America's hands and in front of England, America picked it up. England mistook his confused and now growingly angry silence as trying not to laugh and hugged himself closer burying his face in his knees that were pulled close to his chest and sobbed more, 'he saw me he knows, oh god he will laugh and tell everyone, I should run away and never return, live in the Forrest were no body could find me!' but he felt arms go around him,
" don't cry please I hate seeing you cry." America asked rocking the brit slowly,
"A-Alfred?" England was confused,
"please don't cry shhh," America cooed, "I don't like it when people I love cry."
"you l-love me?" America stopped rocking him and looked him in the eye,
"Yeah, I love you more than I should," America pulled him close and hugged him again, "I want to be more than friends, but if you don't want that it's cool and I will be there for you no matter what and I will beat the crap out of france for doing this." England pulled him away,
"I love you to." with the four words that came so easily America ducked towards him, kissing him sweetly.
