The Cursed Ones - A Hetalia Saga

The Cursed Runway [Trigger Warning!]

(A/N: If anyone is going to bitch at me for all these trigger warnings, I swear on Jesus' shoes, I'm going Spanish mom mode and slap that person with a sandal--
But yeah. Trigger warning 'cuz eating disorders will be a topic. Please skip if you're not okay with that.)

Lee's PoV

Too long.

What is this, a parade?

Too short.

What is this, a strip club?

Too fancy.

This isn't a fashion contest, Leelo!

I swear, none of these dresses fit me! And even if they did, they weren't my type! I wanted something beautiful, but simple. But not too simple. I didn't want to look like anyone else at the wedding.

Ugggh, these choices!

"Having a hard time?" I heard my mother call through the door of the dressing room and I groaned, tossing a few dresses over.

"Extremely. Take these one's back, Mama! They aren't me!"

I soon sighed and sat down on the small chair in the dressing room, putting my face into my hands.

"Oh boy... This is harder than I thought it would be. And here I am, thinking that the perfect one would be just around the corner..."

The door then opened slightly, revealing my mother with a few other dresses in her hand.

"Do you want to try these as well?"

I admit, I slowly grew tired of it all. All this searching, all the requirements that now were for nothing because no dress meets them... That wasn't very motivational.

So I sighed again, pushing the dresses away with tears in my eyes.

"No, Mama... I don't want to try anything on anymore... I just want to go home…"

"Now now, Lee..." She sighed. I felt her wrap her arms around me in a hug.

"Every woman is like this. She wants the perfect dress for her perfect day. The wedding is not until a couple of months from now. There is plenty of time." She kissed my head, myself crying softly.

"We'll find it. I promise."

Then, I heard a whisper in the air. One that made us both freeze.

"What is your taste, Leelo? Do you prefer casual? Or extravagant?"

Not knowing what else to do, I simply replied with what I preferred, still looking a little shocked and even stammering a bit.

"Uhm... A little bit of both, I admit... I-It should be simple, but not too simple, so that I don't look all plain vanilla, you see. A little bit of extravagance would be nice... but I also don't want to completely steal the show."

That's what I mostly preferred. Something trendy, something that literally screamed out 'This is Leelo'.

But so far... no goals met.

"Hmm, I see. Stand up, please?"

I stood up by my mom, being surprised and a little scared when measuring tape and a notepad and pencil floated towards me.

"Now, don't freak out. Hold still, this won't take longer than a minute."

"H-Hey!"

I felt the tape wrap tightly around my waist, bust, and hips respectively. It would stay around one area for a while before the pencil wrote something down on the pad, and then went to the next.