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azureetherTitle: The Dangers of Shopping
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Characters, Pairings: England/Fem!America
Words: 1.345
Summary: After an unsuccesful spell, England's dragged to an apparently innocent shopping day. But things can never turn up well when you're dealing with lingerie...
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leriko_rasen 's birthday (prompt: B - Bra). Unbeta-ed.
That was it. As soon as he returned home, he'd burn that damned book.
All he wanted to do was to curse Russia. But in the same way as they did when he tried to curse Germany, things were doomed to go wrong. He couldn't explain why, but it seemed that every time he tried to curse somebody using that Black Magic book, the effect was far from being what was expected. And it wasn't always something good.
This time, the result had been turning America into a girl.
It hadn't looked so bad at first. Female America was in fact, a really cute girl, nicer than her male counterpart, and also quite attractive. Her blue eyes seemed more piercing than ever, but undoubtedly her best trait was her body. Scandalous curves, a generous breast...so, yes; it hadn't been so bad at first. The girl was truly a delight to the sight, and even sex had turned into a quite interesting experience, having both of them lots of new things to experiment.
But there was a downside. Apparently the change had also affected her mind, making her succumb under girly urges. And so, England had to bear being dragged around every imaginable shop: clothes, perfumes, makeup. And as much as he thought on female America as cute, his patience and dignity had been put to the test too much already. He never thought he would find himself wishing for America to come back to being a male, and even as he knew it would eventually happen and the effect of his curse would fade off sooner or later, he couldn't tell exactly when that would happen.
So here he was, in a lingerie store. With an overexcited America looking around everywhere, and, to make it worse, demanding him to help her choosing a bra, of all things. The store seemed to be doing a big sale, and women of all ages were everywhere fighting for the limited stock available. Needless to say, England was the only man in the whole place.
"So, England!”, she exclaimed with a grin. "Which cup do you think it would fit me the best? I think C-cup would be too tight for me..."
"How am I supposed to know, you git?! I'm a man, remember?”, he replied giving her an angry look.
She frowned. "So what? That you're a man doesn't mean that you shouldn't know about women lingerie. What's more, that's all the more reason to know. How do you plan to make gifts to girls, then?"
"Wait, what? You actually give lingerie as a gift to girls?!” England exclaimed, unable to hide his face of astonishment.
"Yeah, I do...I normally buy swimsuits more than lingerie, though. But I'm used to give this kind of gift to Hawaii. Sometimes to Seychelles as well”, America replied with a thoughtful look.
"Okay, you win. Still, I don't know about women breast cups, so I don't know why you are asking me this”, he muttered, dodging her look.
"Oh, don't worry. Just put your hand here to take a measure, alright?", and by saying this, she grabbed England's wrist to finally put his hand cupping her breast.
England had to make a big effort to not to let go a squeak. Still, he was now furiously flushing, and panting a little, he managed to speak.
"Y-You bloody wanker, seems that by becoming a woman you've lost the little bit of decency you had”, he stammered. "Not that you were that decent in first place, but..."
With an exasperated look, America put her hands on her hips. "And you call yourself a gentleman? Watch your mouth, those aren't things you should say to a lady and---HEY, leave that bra on its place, you old hag!!! Bunch of bitches, I SAW THAT FIRST!", and yelling, she turned around to kindly say one thing or two to a group of women that was threatening to take the bras she had reserved.
England let escape a sigh. Apparently, male America did learn some things from England after all (no wonder he was successful with women), but right now, the female side was being dominant enough to make her forget about manners and to defend with tooth and nail a good bargain.
After a moment of struggling, she came back triumphant. "I think I'll try on these two. They're such a cutie! What do you think?"
One of them was completely red and full of transparencies. The other was really small, leaving too little to the imagination. They weren't far from what England would consider 'scandalous' and still, solely imagining America wearing those bras made England feel a little uncomfortable in his pants. "They... they'd look great on you", he finally stuttered.
"I'm glad you think that, because I totally plan to wear them for you tonight”, she looked down trying to hide her slightly tainted pink cheeks.
"T-Tonight? Are we celebrating something?" - America rolled her eyes upon this - "I mean, you don't need to take those ones, something more discreet would be more app--"
And he couldn't say anymore, since America had gotten tired of listening to his blabbering. So she leaned to kiss him fully in the mouth.
It was a strong and yet a fluttering kiss, enough to make him blush profusely as soon as they moved away. America couldn't hold back a giggle.
"You know, I should be the one blushing right now. I'm the girl!” she said, turning her face into a smirk.
"W-Well, I'm a gentleman. I should be the one kissing you, and not the other way around! Besides, we're in a public place!” replied a flustered England.
"You're too old-fashioned. Anyway; would you stay here waiting for me? I'll be right behind that curtain trying on these beauties. And, please, don't peep through the curtain. I know you're a perverted old man, but it's just midday!"
"Who's the old man?!” England yelled. And going into the changing room, America let out a crystalline giggle, amused by the fact that England hadn't complained for having being called a 'perverted'...
Still blushing, England turned around and crossed his arms. America was right; the temptation of turning over to peep a little was hard to resist. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked already, but even after two weeks he still felt flustered to the mere thought. It didn't helped either that America was actually humming while trying on the bras; the whole situation seemed to be really amusing to her.
After some minutes of awkwardness, England started to relax and to smile to himself. He couldn't avoid finding endearing that America wanted to look good for him. Maybe this could be good after all. Maybe having America turned into a girl wasn't a bad thing at all. He would have to make sure to take special care of that wonderful book...
Turned over as he was, and lost on his own thoughts, he didn't notice a weak 'poof' sound, and the small cloud of pink smoke that came from behind the curtain.
"Well, England! How does it look?"
England looked behind his shoulder, just to end with an expression of terror. There it was, America wearing that flashy red bra. Except that it wasn't anymore the cute girl that had initially entered to the changing room, but a good-looking young man. A half-naked man wearing a woman bra.
"What's up with that face, Iggy? Do I look that bad?" America pouted.
"Will you look at yourself, you sodding idiot?!", England yelled.
And America looked at himself. "Fuck yeah! I'm back to having my awesome body again! Aren't you happy, Iggy?!"
No, England couldn't be happy. On that very same moment, the glance of every customer on the store was directed towards America and England. And a security guard was heading towards America, probably to get him arrested for indecent behavior. England was so flushed he felt he could faint from embarrassment.
That was it. He was SO going to burn that damned book once he returned home...
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance, Comedy
Rating: PG-13
Characters, Pairings: England/Fem!America
Words: 1.345
Summary: After an unsuccesful spell, England's dragged to an apparently innocent shopping day. But things can never turn up well when you're dealing with lingerie...
Notes: Written for
leriko_rasen 's birthday (prompt: B - Bra). Unbeta-ed. That was it. As soon as he returned home, he'd burn that damned book.
All he wanted to do was to curse Russia. But in the same way as they did when he tried to curse Germany, things were doomed to go wrong. He couldn't explain why, but it seemed that every time he tried to curse somebody using that Black Magic book, the effect was far from being what was expected. And it wasn't always something good.
This time, the result had been turning America into a girl.
It hadn't looked so bad at first. Female America was in fact, a really cute girl, nicer than her male counterpart, and also quite attractive. Her blue eyes seemed more piercing than ever, but undoubtedly her best trait was her body. Scandalous curves, a generous breast...so, yes; it hadn't been so bad at first. The girl was truly a delight to the sight, and even sex had turned into a quite interesting experience, having both of them lots of new things to experiment.
But there was a downside. Apparently the change had also affected her mind, making her succumb under girly urges. And so, England had to bear being dragged around every imaginable shop: clothes, perfumes, makeup. And as much as he thought on female America as cute, his patience and dignity had been put to the test too much already. He never thought he would find himself wishing for America to come back to being a male, and even as he knew it would eventually happen and the effect of his curse would fade off sooner or later, he couldn't tell exactly when that would happen.
So here he was, in a lingerie store. With an overexcited America looking around everywhere, and, to make it worse, demanding him to help her choosing a bra, of all things. The store seemed to be doing a big sale, and women of all ages were everywhere fighting for the limited stock available. Needless to say, England was the only man in the whole place.
"So, England!”, she exclaimed with a grin. "Which cup do you think it would fit me the best? I think C-cup would be too tight for me..."
"How am I supposed to know, you git?! I'm a man, remember?”, he replied giving her an angry look.
She frowned. "So what? That you're a man doesn't mean that you shouldn't know about women lingerie. What's more, that's all the more reason to know. How do you plan to make gifts to girls, then?"
"Wait, what? You actually give lingerie as a gift to girls?!” England exclaimed, unable to hide his face of astonishment.
"Yeah, I do...I normally buy swimsuits more than lingerie, though. But I'm used to give this kind of gift to Hawaii. Sometimes to Seychelles as well”, America replied with a thoughtful look.
"Okay, you win. Still, I don't know about women breast cups, so I don't know why you are asking me this”, he muttered, dodging her look.
"Oh, don't worry. Just put your hand here to take a measure, alright?", and by saying this, she grabbed England's wrist to finally put his hand cupping her breast.
England had to make a big effort to not to let go a squeak. Still, he was now furiously flushing, and panting a little, he managed to speak.
"Y-You bloody wanker, seems that by becoming a woman you've lost the little bit of decency you had”, he stammered. "Not that you were that decent in first place, but..."
With an exasperated look, America put her hands on her hips. "And you call yourself a gentleman? Watch your mouth, those aren't things you should say to a lady and---HEY, leave that bra on its place, you old hag!!! Bunch of bitches, I SAW THAT FIRST!", and yelling, she turned around to kindly say one thing or two to a group of women that was threatening to take the bras she had reserved.
England let escape a sigh. Apparently, male America did learn some things from England after all (no wonder he was successful with women), but right now, the female side was being dominant enough to make her forget about manners and to defend with tooth and nail a good bargain.
After a moment of struggling, she came back triumphant. "I think I'll try on these two. They're such a cutie! What do you think?"
One of them was completely red and full of transparencies. The other was really small, leaving too little to the imagination. They weren't far from what England would consider 'scandalous' and still, solely imagining America wearing those bras made England feel a little uncomfortable in his pants. "They... they'd look great on you", he finally stuttered.
"I'm glad you think that, because I totally plan to wear them for you tonight”, she looked down trying to hide her slightly tainted pink cheeks.
"T-Tonight? Are we celebrating something?" - America rolled her eyes upon this - "I mean, you don't need to take those ones, something more discreet would be more app--"
And he couldn't say anymore, since America had gotten tired of listening to his blabbering. So she leaned to kiss him fully in the mouth.
It was a strong and yet a fluttering kiss, enough to make him blush profusely as soon as they moved away. America couldn't hold back a giggle.
"You know, I should be the one blushing right now. I'm the girl!” she said, turning her face into a smirk.
"W-Well, I'm a gentleman. I should be the one kissing you, and not the other way around! Besides, we're in a public place!” replied a flustered England.
"You're too old-fashioned. Anyway; would you stay here waiting for me? I'll be right behind that curtain trying on these beauties. And, please, don't peep through the curtain. I know you're a perverted old man, but it's just midday!"
"Who's the old man?!” England yelled. And going into the changing room, America let out a crystalline giggle, amused by the fact that England hadn't complained for having being called a 'perverted'...
Still blushing, England turned around and crossed his arms. America was right; the temptation of turning over to peep a little was hard to resist. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her naked already, but even after two weeks he still felt flustered to the mere thought. It didn't helped either that America was actually humming while trying on the bras; the whole situation seemed to be really amusing to her.
After some minutes of awkwardness, England started to relax and to smile to himself. He couldn't avoid finding endearing that America wanted to look good for him. Maybe this could be good after all. Maybe having America turned into a girl wasn't a bad thing at all. He would have to make sure to take special care of that wonderful book...
Turned over as he was, and lost on his own thoughts, he didn't notice a weak 'poof' sound, and the small cloud of pink smoke that came from behind the curtain.
"Well, England! How does it look?"
England looked behind his shoulder, just to end with an expression of terror. There it was, America wearing that flashy red bra. Except that it wasn't anymore the cute girl that had initially entered to the changing room, but a good-looking young man. A half-naked man wearing a woman bra.
"What's up with that face, Iggy? Do I look that bad?" America pouted.
"Will you look at yourself, you sodding idiot?!", England yelled.
And America looked at himself. "Fuck yeah! I'm back to having my awesome body again! Aren't you happy, Iggy?!"
No, England couldn't be happy. On that very same moment, the glance of every customer on the store was directed towards America and England. And a security guard was heading towards America, probably to get him arrested for indecent behavior. England was so flushed he felt he could faint from embarrassment.
That was it. He was SO going to burn that damned book once he returned home...
