All Around the World (Hetalian Drabbles 1)

Be More Girly

As soon as Hungary walked into the kitchen she was greeted with a sight that had to be fixed immediately. Dreamz was over in the corner dressed in cargo shorts, a tank top and a sleeveless red hoodie that had a snake printed on to it, her hair was an absolute mess being the ball of frizziness that it was and to add more to the sloppiness she was scoffing down takeaway as if she'll never be eating again. It was true that the disguised mortal wasn't exactly known for being feminine in the slightest way possible- heck her guy friends are more feminine then she'll ever be. But it was at this moment that Hungary realized just how drastic the situation was.

She must fix it.

"Hello Miss New South Wales!" She smiled, announcing her presence. Dreamz's head snapped up, eyes wide as she swallowed her food.

"Oh shit, hi Hungary I didn't know that you were there."

"Oh that is quite alright." Said the country, continuing to smile. "Are you doing anything today?"

"Yeah, I have a fair amount of work to do I don't really have time for-"

"Lovely you and I will go straight away!"

Dreamz blinked, slightly confused, "b- but I've got a lot of stuff I need to-"

"You can reschedule it I'm sure."

"But-"

"This requires our whole attention Dreamz, it is very important that we get onto this right away!"

"What are you talking about?!"

But the dyed girl didn't get her answer as the brunette grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the house, quite determined on completing her mission. But of course she wasn't going to complete this without any backup. Oh no. She needed as much help as she need hence the reason for why soon after their departure from the Germanic's house they meant up with a fellow female most specifically Belgium.

"Okay guys, seriously what's going on?" Demanded Dreamz, upon meeting the extra country. "And why in god's name did you drag me all the way to a shopping center?"

"It has come to our attention." Started off Laura, looking at the younger girl with such seriousness- a motherly air coming off of her. "That you need help."

"Help with what exactly?" Demanded the girl, now taking on a stance with her arms crossed analyzing the two countries.

The two girls then looked at one another before looking back at Dreamz again, the answer on the tip of their tongues.

"Being more feminine."

She raised her eyebrows, trying to see if they were being serious or not. When coming to the conclusion that they were indeed serious she sighed, altering her stance. "Why do you guys want me to be more feminine? Like how will that benefit me in anyway possible? I'm fine the way I am."

"Well." Started off the Hungarian. "You like someone, yes?"

Immediately a soft blush took place on her cheeks, "it's possible..."

"And you're very close to them, yes?"

"...yeah..." She said slowly, frowning slightly. "How does that have to do with anything?"

"We're saying that you're one of the guys." Said Belgium, being quite blunt with that fact. "And you're dress like them as well, they might not think of you as anymore of that."

Dreamz couldn't help but shift uncomfortably at that, it is true that she is more closer to guys then girls as she feels more comfortable with them. And it is true that she dresses in this grungy style, but that's mainly because she doesn't want to appear to be the kind of girl that you can use as a welcome mat and also, it was just more comfortable in general.

However she could still see where the two girls were coming from, with them claiming that she needed to be more feminine, heck two of her school friends not long ago told her basically the exact same thing. And instead of going shopping they played around with her hair and decided that it would be best if they painted her nails and soak her feet. For what reason Dreamz still had no idea.

And now looking at the two immortals she realized that she would be going through the exact same treatment, both of their eyes shining with excitement and what seemed to be hope. And considering the fact that she was here already there would be no point in saying no... Besides if she had done that anyways they would keep on pestering her about it and she'll be further behind in her schedule. 

"Fine, fine. Whatever." She sighed, her lips pursed. "But both of you owe me two favours and one 'no questions ask', got it?" 

The two of them nodded and with that the red head was whisked away to about every single clothes shop there was. She was forced into more clothes then she has ever wore in her fourteen years, placed in more dresses then was necessary. Brands of all sorts were thrown onto her, ones from Prada and Chanel all the way to Esprit and Forever 21, heck even perfume and makeup was thrown at her. The two country's determined to find what exactly was 'her scent' and trademark style. 

It wasn't until about five more hours of this had past that they finally found an outfit that they deemed worthy, the two girls evidently very excited and happy with it. 

"Guys are we done here now?" Queried Dreamz tiredly. Currently she was wearing a wine red tight crop top, but despite the fact that her midriff was exposed she had on a kimono based black jacket, short denim shorts stopped at her mid-thigh paired with it. Black flats covered her feet, her own army patterned converse being thrown aside. But that wasn't the most significant change, no it was her hair. You see during the day they had manage to force Dreamz into the hairdressers so that her wild abomination that was her hair could be tamed.  Now currently it reached just above her boobs in it's new straight fashion, a few more vibrant red streaks added to it. 

"Oh no! We're not done until we say so!" Grinned Belgium, making Dreamz slouch and groan to how tired she was. 

"But guys." She whined. "I'm so tired and you've abused me enough with your fashion, I just wanna go home."

"No." Said Elisabeth. "We have only just begun! We will not go home until we are sure that Gilbert will no longer take advantage of you!" 

Dreamz couldn't help but laugh at that, looking at the Hungarian in confusion, "why would you think that? And no, he's not and will never take advantage of me, calm yourself." 

"That's what he wants you think though." She hissed.

"But-" 

"Now we shall go on to the next stage!" Sang Laura, having her arm around Dreamz's shoulders.

"Home?" 

"No silly! Make up!" 

"WE JUST DID MAKE UP!" 

"Ah but we haven't found your style yet!" She said, making Dreamz once again groan. "And we also haven't done the mani-pedi yet!" 

"HOW DOES THAT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME BEING MORE FEMININE?" 

She shrugged, still grinning, "what? It's fun, no?" 

Dreamz buried her face into her hands, clutching on to her hair as she let out another inhuman noise to show her frustration. 

"Why did I think it wasn't going to be as bad?" She muttered miserably. "Why did I think it wouldn't last long? Why?" 

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Apologies if Belgium and Hungary are OOC, I'm not really in the perfect state of mind right now :/