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"Veneziano, do I have to go?" you whine as the hyper man drags you through the mall.
"Si, bella! And you need to get cute clothes, too!" he chirps, forging ahead through the crowds of staring girls.
You groan dramatically as he pulls you into yet another designer store. He throws you into a dressing room and then hands you clothes over the door. "How's this, Veneziano?" you ask, stepping out in a short, (f/c) dress with a low neckline and a pair of black heels.
"Perfect-a! Let's-a go!" he pushes you back in the room and you change into your jeans and tank top. When you step out of the room, clothes in hand, the Italian is already paying for the outfit.
"Wait!" you yell, running through the store with dress and shoes in hand, "I should pay for it."
"No, I'm-a making you buy-a the clothes. Least I can-a do is-a pay for the clothes myself." he finishes paying and puts the outfit in a plastic bag boasting the designer name. Still in shock about him paying for the clothes, you don't notice him pull you into a salon.
"No, no." you say gently to the woman approaching you with a makeup box, "I don't wear makeup." you explain. She looks at Veneziano and he nods, causing her to continue walking towards you. With a woman already trying to tame you (h/l) (h/c) hair, the other one gets to work with your eyes, attacking you with brushes and powders.
When they finish up, you turn in the chair to look in a mirror behind you. Instead of your reflection, you see a girl with sleek, (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes accented with gold makeup. "Oh, my..." you whisper, touching your face.
"Sei bellissima!" the brunette beams, paying the two women who did that to you and dragging you out to his car. "Now, to my-a party!" he cheers, speeding off in the direction of the house he shared with the other two members of the axis.
"Why are you having a party anyway?" you prod, knowing the German who ran the household hated parties.
"Prussia convinced Germany to let me celibate Martedì Grasso!" he smiles, pulling into his driveway to a house already filled with the other countries, "Oh, looks like the party's starting without us, you change in the car first and then I'll change, ok?" he looks at you, handing you the bag with your dress and shoes in it.
"Ok." you sigh, climbing into the back seat as Veneziano gets out. After you're changed, you step out and Veneziano changes as well. He steps out of the car in a dark suit and a red tie. He grabs your hand and prances up to the front door and let's himself in. There, you both are greeted by many others that were there.
"There aren't a lot of girls here," you shout over the music to Germany who was sitting on the sofa with you.
"Ja, actually, you are the only girl to come." he replies, bored.
You groan and slam your head into your waiting hand when Prussia comes up from no where.
"West, put something awesome in mein awesome hat!" he demands and his brother drops his iron cross in without paying attention. "Yes, now we can play seven minutes in heaven!" the music stops and everyone looks at you. "Well, (Y/n)," Prussia shoves the hat towards you, "pick something."
Tired 
