Strings Attached (Countryhumans X Reader)(Sequel to Game Over)

Chapter Twenty Two

A country stood before us, fancy clothes, hands behind their back and masquerade mask plastered on their face.

"Welcome to the ball, shall I direct you to the dressing room?" They said with a slight bow. A quiet hum of music plays in the background, it was those old time classical music shit.

"Dressing room?" I cocked my head slightly. "Indeed, please dress appropriately for the ball.."

"Or else..." a creepy smile crept on their face. Despite them only wearing a mask, I couldn't tell who they were. Their flag was not visible somehow.

"Yikes let's just hurry and do what they say, this is their domain... were probably at a disadvantage," North nudged our backs. "No way, who knows if it's a trap?" Russia shoved North.

"Hey! Quit being an asshole for a sec would ya?"

"I'm not sure if we can trust you," the Russian man narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Well.. welcome to the club, neither am I trusted around here." He scoffed.

After quite awhile of pointless bickering with each other we decided our best course of action was to follow the mysterious country.

We all walked up to him, his smile grew wider. He then turned away and walked off, we followed him. The hallway had quite a lot of fancy pillars and antique furniture. The paintings seemed very old too.

Throughout the entire time Russia and North were up each other's throats. "Here we are, please hurry, the party starts in an hour, feel free to pick out anything that catches your interest."

He then left us alone in front of this large marble door, none of us knowing what was at the other side. "Should we open the door?" North said as he raised an eyebrow. "It was your idea," Russia retorted.

I decided to just push the doors open before the argument got worse.

Behind the door was just a normal dressing room. Well normal was an understatement, the dressing room was larger than my house and probably costed much more.

In the room there also was a large abstract clock made out of marble and gold.

"Well guys, we might as well dress to impress, I'd rather die in style." Poland ran over to the rack of clothes and skimmed through them one by one.

North examined the shelves that displayed a variety of masks. Russia was just looking around the changing areas.

I went ahead over to the female section, there were many fancy and frilly dresses. Personally I didn't quite enjoy these kinds of dresses but it seems like the only thing they had.

A thing I noticed was that the dresses were exactly my size, which I mean all of them. They clearly expected me to come here, I am not looking forward to fighting them in a dress.

I shut my eyes and just grabbed one randomly, I literally had no fashion sense, by picking randomly I bet I would look better than if I picked it out carefully.

I rushed over to the shelves with the assortment of masks. Out of all a black one with feathers in the corner caught my eye.

Heh Why not?

I grabbed it and walked over to the changing room. I swung the curtains out of the way. Mirrors surrounded me in that cramped space, it made me kind of claustrophobic in all honesty.

My first challenge was here, I absolutely had no idea how to put this fancy dress on.

I probably spent more than 30 minutes trying to figure out how to put it on. Eventually I figured it out, I almost gave up. Despite being quite uncomfortable I guess I didn't look super bad.

Outside of the changing room I then realized I needed shoes too.

On the shoe rack there were only high heels which made me groan in annoyance. High heels suck. I took the ones that matched with my outfit.

I then put the mask on and stepped out of the female section to the male section where the others were already ready. "Sorry I took so long," I apologized.

But I have to admit the guys looked pretty cool in suits and masks. "Oh it's no problem at all," North's face turned a bright red as he whipped his head away.

"You're looking quite beautiful in that dress (Y/N)," Russia smirked, his face glazed with a pink tint. Poland stayed silent but was also glazed with a pink tint.

North wore a navy blue suit, Russ wore a black suit and Poland wore a white one. Their masks matched the colors of their suits. "I'm surprised Russia didn't complain about wearing suits when he literally despised them." I laugh.

"Suits aren't that bad, besides that's the only thing they have around here."

I glance over at the clock, "guys we've been here for 57 minutes already, we should hurry out."

They all nodded and we left, the heels were injuring my feet a little but I just had to live with it for awhile.

After we were all outside suddenly the clock inside starting ringing. It indicated it had been 1 hour already, then suddenly spiked protruded the entire room.

If we had been there any longer we would be kebab by now.

"Holy shit, they weren't kidding-" North grit his teeth. Poland let out a sigh of relief.

Then a large boulder came charging at us, it only took us a second to process what was going on. We booked it.

We ran for our lives, at the end of the hall was a large door. We slid through as the doors were slowly shutting.

We nearly became pancakes, luckily we're still in one piece.

"Ah welcome, looks like you've arrived just on time, please enjoy the ball." They chuckled. They had a different outfit and mask from the one before. Maybe this was a different person or maybe the same.

I was out of breath, my feet stings. I glance over to where we gestures us to go. There stood before me, a large ballroom filled to the brim with people in masquerade attire.