Clueless Boy // Rusame // UkUs //

Girl Crisis // Chapter 2

//WARNING: INCEST AND SLIGHT CATCALLING // YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.//

Ivan's POV:
I get home from shopping with Alfred still on my mind. I give Ukraine the food and turn to take off my coat. A paper falls out of my pocket. 'Huh?' I grab it and unfold it.

A phone number. But not any phone number. Alfred fucking Jones number. That cheeky сука.

~morning~
Alfreds POV:
I woke with buzzing in my head. Oh wait. No. That's my alarm clock. Yeah. I hit it and it smashes into a million pieces. "Fuck- super strength. Forgot."

I throw it in a bin with about 5 other broken clocks. Tony comes in and gives me a cup of coffee. I chug the whole thing because I always end up needing it. I rub my eyes and throw open my closet doors.

I stand there. In awe. All of my clothes are now replaced with girl clothes. "Uh.. maybe I rubbed my eyes too hard?" I rub them again. Nope. The clothes are still there.

I turn to Tony. He snickers in alien. "Grr! I knew you were up to no good! Where are my clothes!"

"Ghyji ahb gh stovbls!" I roll my eyes. "No these are not my clothes! Mister! What did you do?!" He runs off laughing. "Ugh.. I guess I'm going to the World Meeting as a girl. Great.

~one shower later~

I look through the options and eye a cherry pink tank top that says "cherry cola 🍒" in a fancy font. 'This may do..' I spy a white mini skirt and some black knee high socks.

Slip on some white converse. I look like a girl. Truly. I doubt anyone will be able to recognize me. I put on a necklace that a Native gave to me as a child. I missed them so much.

I wiped away my tears and put on some lip gloss that I borrowed from Amelia (nyo America) I had to admit. I looked good!

I hopped in my car and drove to the meeting place in Toronto, Canada (that's in Canada right?) I was excited to see my brother and to see what he thought of my cross-dressing.

~time skip~

I got out of my car and walked to the building. The people in Canada are super nice and I only got a few catcalls! Hm I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Anyway, I look at my watch and realize I'm SUPER late. I almost crap my pants. "AH SHIT." I yell. I dash inside and down the hall. I burst through the door with my strength.

I made quite the entrance, obviously. Everyone's eyes are on me. I see France lick his lips. Yuck. I sit in my seat next to England and Canada. The nations give each other confused glances. France gets up from his seat and scoffs "Mademoiselle! I have never seen anyone so pretty!" Blush takes over my face.

Everyone nods in agreement. Some start whistling at me. I feel extremely uncomfortable. Canada taps me on shoulder. I turn to meet his light purple eyes. Takes my hand, and kisses it.

I feel flattered even though its my brother. Wait no this is wrong! Matthew breaks my train of thought. "If you don't mind. That seat is for my brother. But you can sit on my lap if you want.

I turn bright red as I eye his hard on. I shake my head and say, "Matt it's me! It's Alfred!" He looks at me shocked. He grabs me by the shoulders and places me on his lap without hesitation.

I wince at the feeling of his...uh..you know..bleh. He whispers in my ear "it's okay I will protect you from these creeps"

I would've WAY rather sat in my own seat then Matt. But at least he was being nice? Matt grabs Arthur's shoulder and whispers something in his ear.

As Matt is moving so much, I start to grind on his lap unwillingly. My face flushes. Matt lets out a groan in response. Which makes me feel like he's doing it on purpose.

I almost throw up as Sweet Home Alabama plays in my head. I don't wanna be rude so I just as still as possible.

Matthews POV:
I lean to whisper that this "girl" is actually Alfred when I accidentally move too much and he starts to grind on me. I feel my face get hot.

What was wrong with me?! I liked it! He's my brother! An annoying one at most! I couldn't help it. I began bouncing my leg to try to get more.

I told England. His face turns red. He probably thinking the same thing as me.

He looks at me and whispers, "can I too?"

I don't wanna move Alfred. But he's my brother. Maybe it is good to get him off of me. But.. I have to protect him. "Maybe it's just best to put him in his seat."

I put America in his seat and he looked relieved. I felt like a monster. I looked down to see my pants leaking. "Shit!" I mutter under my breath.

I get out of there as fast at possible and high-tail it to the bathroom. Thank god im invisible most of the time.

Ivan's POV:
I had watched this entire thing go down and so did most everyone else. Germany was distracted while talking because of her- I mean him.

I saw Canada bouncing him up and down on his boner. What a sicko. I couldn't blame him though. I would've done the same. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he talked to Arthur.
...
Arthur.
...
I saw it in his eyes. Lust. Hunger. Desire. Oh hell no. He wasn't gonna lay a finger on my sunflower. I was gonna make sure of that.

I kicked my pipe a little underneath my chair. A smirk on my face. I had a plan. For this little

Girl Crisis.

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OMG IM SO SORRY FOR MAKING CANADA THE BAD GUY IK HE WOULD NEVER DO THAT IRL
I JUST NEEDED SOMEONE TO DO ITTT

also I got this idea from a one shot book! I forgot the author sorry!! But if I find it again I'll make sure to credit!

Bye!