"Put it on."

"No. Absolutely not."

"Spencer, you're stubbornness is making me nauseous. Please just put the dress on."

"I told you, Felka, no. No means no. I'm not wearing that dress and that's final."

The blonde girl, Felka, crossed her arms, her pink lips pouting as she narrowed her stark green eyes. Behind her on a bed was the article the pair had been referring to, a traditional Polish dress. The skirt was red with a second, white layer underneath, to give the fabric a bit of volume. The top was white with puffy sleeves that seemed around elbow length, and bottom frilled out at the hips. A black vest covered the back and was tied in the front with red ribbon, leaving the white material underneath visible.

"You know, just because you're a boy doesn't mean you can't wear dresses. Clothes, like, don't have a gender. If I were a boy, I'd totally still wear dresses." She pointed out in an accented voice, similar to a Russian dialect, but with a gentler tone.

The boy she was talking to, Spencer, rolled his pale blue eyes, huffing slightly. "Okay, but you're not a guy, so you'll never feel what it's like to be judged for wearing dresses. I have no problem wearing Polish clothes, Felka, honestly, but can't you find me traditional men's clothing?"

"Nope. This is what I have in my closest and it's what I brought over." Felka smirked, flipping her pin-straight, short blonde hair as she eyed her friend with a mischievous expression.

"Don't look at me like that, dude, it makes me uncomfortable." Spencer grumbled, grabbing his wrist and shifting his weight. "Besides, I'm too tall to wear that dress."

"Oh, please. You're only, what is it in, like, American terms- 5'8"? Most boys your age are easily passing 6 foot, right?" Felka pointed out, a teasing tone in her voice.

"Well, you're only 5 foot, bro, so anything YOU wear won't fit ME. That's an eight inch difference, ya know. Or are you too slow to realize that?" Spencer retorted, this time smirking.

"Hey, do not call me slow because I am Polish. You are totally a Pole too!" Felka yelled. "Now wear the dress!"

"No! Do I have to say it in Polish for you to get it?" Spencer asked.

"No, don't do that, you will just be pronouncing it wrong." Felka stated, pausing for a few moments in thought, before her face lit up with excitement. "If you wear dress, I make gołąbki."

Spencer blinked. "Huh?"

"I did not stutter. You wear dress, you get gołąbki. Deal?" Felka asked, reaching out her hand for a hand shake.

Spencer's eyes widened, his hand falling on his pudgy abdomen as he pressed his lips together pensively. "I do like gołąbki..." He muttered, weighing the offer in his head. "Okay, but you can't tell Amelia."

"I won't tell Amelia if you also wear flown crown."

"Felka..."

"Come on, gołąbki is totally worth flower crown."

Spencer groaned, before grabbing Felka's hand, which looked strange, given his skin was far tanner and more sunkissed than the fair skinned country. "Fine! Whatever, as long as I get food out of this this. Get out so I can change." He demanded, pointing to the door.

Felka let out an excited whoop of glee, almost skipping out of the room and shutting the door behind her. She ran to the living room and whipped out her phone, clicking on a contact quickly and putting it to her ear.

"Tiesa? Get this, you will never be guessing. I just got Spencer to agree to wearing a dress!" She squealed, bouncing on her heels slightly.

"Oh, Spencer... Who is that, again?" Tiesa asked through the speaker.

Felka rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Lithuania? Spencer is the American state, Michigan? One of Amelia's that I am always visiting." She lied smoothly. Spencer was just a 17 year old mortal, but Tiesa couldn't know that.

"Ohh, yes, yes, I forget. I am remembering now. Sorry." Tiesa apologized. "How did you ever manage that?"

"Ohh, you know the way to a man's mind is through his stomach." Felka explained.

"I thought it was the way to his heart?"

"Well, it can be, but I am not interested in a man's heart." Felka stated flirtatiously as she smirked. Tiesa giggled on the other side of the phone, and responded to the blonde's explanation, but the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway caused her to stop listening. When the engine stopped, so did her heart.

"Uhh, I'm sorry, Tiesa, but I have to get going. Bye-bye." She rushed, hanging up the phone. "SPENCER! ABORT THE MISSION! ABORT!"

"WHAT?" Came Spencer's muffled response, sounding like he was trying to talk through the dress fabric.

Before Felka could repeat herself, or better yet, run down the hallway and warn Spencer while being a little closer so he hear her, the door swung open, revealing a girl with shorter, wavy blonde hair, held back on each side with star barrettes, and sparkling blue eyes. She had fairer skin, and wore a white crop top and a blue skirt, fitting her body and showing off her curves. Through the white material of the top, you could easily see the girl's bra, one cup being blue with white stars and the second being red and white horizontal stripes.

"Heya, Poland! Spenc didn't tell me you were coming over. Whatcha y'all been up to? Where is he?" The newcomer rambled.

"Oh, uh, America. What a surprise to see you here." Felka flashed a nervous smile, trying to keep herself calm.

"Dude, this is my house." America laughed. "Why ya being so weird? England told me I'm imitating because I talk so loud- am I intimidating you?" The idea sent a burst of laughter through her. "Good, good. I didn't want you to get too comfortable. I like making people nervous, means they know what I'm capable of." She winked.

"Err, yeah, that is totally it. You got me." Felka smiled, and took a step down the hall to warn Spencer, when she heard his bedroom door open, and Spencer walked down the hall. As he predicted, the dress fit him very poorly. About half his shin was visible underneath the bottom of the skirt, which was the only part that didn't seem to cling to his body. His chest was too wide for the dress, stretching the top and making the red ribbon appear as though it was ready to snap. He appeared to be attempting to suck in his gut, but you could still easily see the fat surrounding his naval, and his arms could barely move in fear of tearing Felka's dress. Perched on top of his messy, dark brown head of tight ringlets was a flower crown consisting of twisted cockscombs and white heliotropes.

"I got it on, but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to get it back-" Spencer began as he walked into the living room, before pausing as the sight of Amelia. They stared at each other, America's mouth falling open as her eyes widened, while Spencer's olive-toned face began to flush a deep red.

"SPENCER I HAD NO CLUE YOU'RE A TRANS!" America shouted.

"I'm not a trans, idiot!" He yelled back, attempting to cross his arms over his stomach, but the fabric wouldn't allow it. "I did this for food!" With that, he turned to Felka, and the Pole swore she could see tears beginning to well in his eyes. "You're a traitor! Why didn't you tell me Amelia was here?"

"I tried, Spencer, I really did!" Felka urged, but Spencer wanted none of it. He turned on his heels, storming off to the bedroom and locking the door.

"I don't think I should leave you dudes alone anymore." Amelia stated, pursing her lips. "Did you make him wear that?"

"Yeah, I did. I just wanted to mess with him a bit, you know?" Felka explained, sighing slightly as she did so.

"Oh, girl, I totally get it. He can be so fun to mess around with." Amelia laughed.

"I CAN'T GET THIS DAMN DRESS OFF!" Spencer screamed from the bedroom.

Amelia's eyes sparked, and she bounced up and down slightly. "I call cutting the dress off of him!" She said eagerly, taking off into the kitchen to grab scissors.