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Like most stories do, this one started.................................................in the closet!
"Hey! Check this out!" Denmark yelled from one of the closets of the UN.
"Oooo, high heels~~~" France said as if it were somehow dirty.
"Why are there high heels in this closet?" England questioned, looking absolutely puzzled.
"Yay! They are pretty, sparkly and purply!" Russia added, he was very much pleased with the look.
"Hmmmm...maybe they're China's!" Prussia remarked. Denmark pulled the bedazzled footwear out of the closet, thinking about how good Norway would look in them. After a moment, he put them on.
The other nations gawked at him.
"What the bloody hell?" England yelled as he witnessed Denmark flaunting his shit. Denmark was doing remarkably well walking and strutting in those high heels.
France felt threatened by Denmark's new found beauty and reached down and pulled the high heels off Denmark while he was still wearing them. He immediately donned them and began twirling around like a pretty princess as Denmark tumbled to the floor. Prussia broke out in laughter while England and Russia giggled.
"Oh look at me! I must be the prettiest thing to grace these hallways!" France said, absolutely full of himself.
"Hey! You bastard! I was wearing those!" Denmark yelled, absolutely furious.
"Hon hon hon! Not anymore!" France teased. As France stood there, laughing, Russia got jealous of France and decided to lift him out of the heels. He tossed the shooketh blonde away, slamming him into a wall as he donned the heels himself. Unfortunately for the poor boy, his feet were huge, and he couldn't fit. He was extremely wobbly, but after a few stumbles, he thought he had the hang of it.
"Yay! Now I'm the prettiest!" He said, feeling like he might finally be known for something other than communism and human rights abuses. He began to imitate France's twirling but ended up falling over. And with a tearful face, loudly exclaimed...
"HIGH HEELS ARE HOMOPHOBIC!", the others were laughing loudly as Russia silently hoped his government didn't hear him, he didn't want to be punished again.
As Russia lay there crying for more than one reason. Prussia took the heels from Russia and put them on. France awoke from being unconscious and watched as Prussia began to mock him.
"Oh look at me! I'm France and I'm soooooo girly!", the other men present laughed as if they don't secretly wear dresses when they're alone. France was peeved, after all, how dare he!
France began to angrily storm toward Prussia. When he got close enough, he pushed him over. The heels fell off and they began to fight.
England put on the heels next and was astonished that he looked so good. As he was checking himself out, there was loud laughter throughout the hallway.
Hungary had been watching the 5 of them since the ordeal started.
"I see you were enjoying my high heels?" She said, barely able to contain her laughter. The group of men ran away without answering her. Hungary knew it was a good idea to skip the meeting.