Bride to Be (Rusger)

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This was stupid. The most ridiculous idea in all history. For God's sake, it might even be worse than when his father pulled the trigger. He felt humiliated, he felt frustrated. Forget the chance of getting executed, this was the most humiliating thing he had ever done and he might as well just die.

"I know what you're thinking. Stop it with the face."

He couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Stop it with the face!? I have never felt so degraded!" Germany yelled, "You! Not only have you treated me poorly in my youth, had basically neglected me and rejected me as a living being but you now force me to do something so horrid!?"

"Yes," was all the man said from across the carriage. Germany gripped on his dress until his knuckles turned white, his face was burning in anger. "You know, I don't even think this idea would even work. I mean, look at you, you'd be the ugliest woman on earth," the man laughed. "I'M NOT A WOMAN, AMERICA!" Germany screamed in annoyance.

America only continued laughing as Germany got angrier. "You should start acting like one then. Unless you wanna die on the spot by those Russians," America said. "You do realize that if they find out I'm not a woman, they'll be after your ass as well?" Germany questioned. "Well, that's just gonna continue the war all over again. And so far I've been doing decently," America said.

What was going on exactly? To make it simple, a war between the Allies and the Communist Parties have been on war for a long while now. The war was getting a bit boring and the two parties agreed that a son from either side of the parties and a daughter from the other would be married to settle peace.

Of course the Allies... had been planning to deceive them from the start. Why was that? America could have been the one to be married but because he was one of the big leads of the Allies, it would be unfair to the communist parties. His siblings? Britain and France could never imagine having any of their children marry a communist from the start.

What did that leave them to?

A fake.

Germany, the only son of the Third Reich, was in custody of America. Truth be told, even though USSR and Third Reich had connections in the past USSR had never knew Third Reich had a child. No one did. That was because he trapped his son in the bunker they lived in, isolated from the outside world, from people. Germany had always been alone with his father during his childhood.

When his father died, America and his army searched all over the bunker for valuables and other belongings to either burn or keep. Eventually, Germany was found. He was taken in by America but was not treated any better than the other germans. He treated him like trash. He didn't really have to care for him at all, but if the German wanted to live let him fight for it.

America never talked to Germany until the day they planned to send a fake as a bride. Because Germany was never taken very good care of, he was skinny, he had long messy hair, he was small, he was weak, frail, how any men would see in a woman. Of course his face and the lack of chest would be a problem but the allies never agreed the chosen child to be attractive.

The allies tried caring for Germany a bit to better his appearance. Less skinny to look normal, grooming to have nice hair, make up to hide most of the nasty scar on his face and how he looked in general, nice clothing and dresses to make him look a bit better and finally, they educated him with what housewives and women should do.

Of course he wasn't very cooperative at first. He was told to be inferior all over, he was told to do work, he was told to be polite to those who disrespects him, he was told to be a pet. A slave. Eventually he started cooperating after a few beatings of discipline.

After months of preparations, Germany and America were on their way to meet USSR and his chosen son. Also known as Germany's groom to be. USSR had many of his sons and daughters to choose from but he seemed to already make his mind up in a short amount of time. Germany was to act as America's only daughter.

The carriage stopped slowly and the doors opened. There stood the enormous mansion, just as big as America's. Germany hated it. He didn't look the slightest bit surprised or excited about it. America went out first and held his arm out for Germany.

"I can get down myself," Germany hissed. "Manners, Lyamora," America stated. Right, Germany had forgotten about his 'new name'. It was stupid really. Germany let out a frustrated sigh and accepted the hand as he stepped down from the carriage.

Germany had his arm crossed with America's as the two went up a few set of stairs. Of course, Germany didn't really like it but his shoes were killing him. He wondered how women even like these.

"Sir America and Lady Lyamora, we welcome you to Sir USSR's mansion. I shall escort you to him and his son," a man said. Two guards opened the doors and the three entered with the escort leading the way. The man lead the two to a room to the left. There, USSR and another young man sat on a sofa.

"America. America's.... daughter. Take a seat," USSR bluntly said. "Not even a handshake or a greeting, USSR? Same as your rude self are you?" America smirked and sat on the sofa across from USSR. Germany bowed and slowly sat next to America.

"This... is your only daughter?" USSR questioned, he gave a judging look as he eyed Germany up and down. Apparently Germany was uglier than he thought. "You're just saying that cuz you don't like me. Lyamora is a fine lady," America scoffed. "She lacks those parts for sure," USSR snickered, emphasizing Germany's chest. "Yeah I know she's small but at least she's adorable," America protested.

Germany couldn't believe America was actually trying to defend Germany's appearance. Though it was just an act, of course.

"Alright, enough of that. We're here for something else," America changed the subject. "Of course, the marriage. My son, Russia shall be taking your daughter's, Lyamora, hand in marriage. And in return we end the war and our businesses will continue together," USSR stated.