Fanfic: The Rule 2/?
Title: The Rule 2/?
Author/Artist: jencatd
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Australia, England, New Zealand
Rating: PG
Warnings: None?
Summary: Those who break the rule are punished. Now it's England's turn, and it's all America's fault.
Previous Part: Part 1
Next Part: Part 3
England suddenly felt very nervous. He was being dragged through Australia’s house by the back of his collar to god knows where because he broke some sort of stupid rule Australia and New Zealand made up. Australia wouldn’t even tell him what the rule was; just that ignorance of the rule was no excuse for breaking it. Since when did Australia and New Zealand have rules within their relationship that apply to other people? Just because their relationship was a little unusual doesn’t mean it had to extend to everyone else! England was about to vocalise this when Australia suddenly stopped walking and dropped him. England hit the ground on his back which knocked the wind out of him.
“Up you get, sunshine!” Australia stood over him as England tried to catch his breath. “We’re here!”
“We’re where?” England sat up and looked around. Australia had dragged him into a room that seemed like a walk-in closet of some description, but instead of regular clothes England saw costumes as far as the eye could see in various sizes. New Zealand walked into the room, turned the key England had only just noticed sitting in the lock, and stuck it in his pocket. “What kind of room is this?”
“This is where we decide your punishment.” New Zealand said. “Everyone who breaks the rule is punished. Your punishment will last for seven days, and you will wear a costume for those days of our choosing as you go about your usual business.”
“I will do no such thing!” England stood up. “This is ridiculous!”
“You will.” Australia winked. “By the end of this you might even like this punishment.”
“I will not!” England folded his arms. “Do you seriously think I’d let the Barmy Army see me in a ridiculous costume?”
“I seriously think so,” New Zealand said. “Because you will even if we have to drag you to the test match kicking and screaming.”
England watched the two of them as Australia took New Zealand aside to presumably decide on this idiotic punishment. Damn that America for making him explain why the two of them were fighting and getting him into this mess. He must’ve done it on purpose just to see him be humiliated by Australia and New Zealand! He looked around for possible escape routes but the door was locked, the room was window-less, and there was no way to escape into the ceiling so he was stuck. New Zealand and Australia kept shooting little smiles at England while they talked which only served to make him more nervous. What were they planning? Australia gestured towards a rack of costumes behind New Zealand, and he nodded. He then stared at the rack and pulled a pink dress out of it. Australia nodded in approval, and then they walked back over to England.
“We have decided.” Australia said and New Zealand nodded. “Your punishment will be to wear this dress for a week.”
“I most certainly am not wearing that!” England glared at the two of them. “I don’t care about your stupid rule!”
“That’s a shame.” New Zealand sounded a tiny bit disappointed. “Al was such a good sport about this when he broke the rule, and this dress looks like it’d fit you perfectly.”
“Alfred?” England said. “He’s taken part in this ridiculous game?”
“Yeah!” Australia said. “We swapped him for Kumajiro for a week, and Matt never noticed the difference.”
“I find it hard to believe that Matthew would be that oblivious to his polar bear being Alfred’s size.” England said, but now his curiosity had been piqued. Other nations have taken part in this strange game? Was he the only one who was unaware of its existence?
"Al wasn't keen on eating fish for a week, but he handled it like a trooper." Australia said. "Matt didn't even have to change Kumajiro's diet!"
"Really?" England said. No wonder there was that day a little while ago where America was eating hamburgers like there was no tomorrow. "How did Alfred look in the costume?"
“We’ll show you the photos on Facebook tonight.” New Zealand said. “Now go get changed. We don’t have all that much time before we leave for the Oval.”
New Zealand handed England the pink dress which was strapless, the bodice was corset-like with a trim of white ribbon around the top edge of the dress, and the skirt was quite long with more than one under-skirt sewn into it. He then pointed to a curtained-off area in the corner of the room. England walked to the curtained-off area and entered it. Normally he’d be refusing to go through with something so idiotic, but if America could handle this then so could he. England had to admit that New Zealand had chosen a beautiful dress for him, but surely this wasn’t something that could be worn to the cricket?
"Some idiot might spill beer on this..." England muttered and began to get changed. He could hear Australia and New Zealand nearby talking about something, but he couldn’t pick up what it was. So Australia and New Zealand were challenging him to dress like this for a week. So what? He would do it, and do it with a smile on his face. Arthur Kirkland does not back down from a challenge. He put on the dress and realised he’d need help to zip it up. He’d managed to get the zip halfway up but couldn’t get any further. He stepped out from behind the curtain and was met by Australia.
“Turn around.” Australia said and England turned around. “Will was right, this dress fits you perfectly.”
“But this dress is far too long.” England said as Australia zipped up the dress. The dress they’d chosen for him was ankle-length and not unlike something a fairytale princess would wear. “Couldn’t William have chosen something shorter?”
“No, he couldn’t.” New Zealand came up behind him and put a dark brown wig on England’s head. He made sure all of England’s hair was hidden inside the wig. It was wavy and the ends of the wig came to just below England’s shoulders. “This should stop the Barmy Army from recognising you when we walk past them.”
“What if I don’t want to wear a wig?” England said and reached up to take it off.
“Leave it on.” Australia said. “Without it you look like Artie in a dress. With it you look like a Princess.”
“A what?!” England said. “A Princess?!”
“And a pretty one at that.” Australia grinned. "Or you would be if you stopped scowling!"
“You two are having far too much fun with this.” England grumbled. He was trying to be a good sport about it all but the wig was going a little far. “Next thing you’ll be getting me to wear heels.”
“How did you guess?” New Zealand said and England whirled around to face him. New Zealand was kneeling on one knee on the floor in front of him, and holding a high heeled shoe that matched England’s dress perfectly. What also caught England’s eye was the fact that New Zealand was wearing a costume as well: black pants, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a navy blue sleeveless vest over the shirt with a belt. All he needed was a sword attached to his belt and he’d look like...
“You’re a Prince?” England said and New Zealand nodded as he helped England change shoes into the heels.
“It’s James’s idea and it’s a bad one.” New Zealand said. “If he wanted me to keep an eye on you at the cricket he should just say so, not add an extra role to it.”
“Now, William, I know you’re not stupid.” England said. “Why are you doing this if you know it’s a bad idea?”
“I have my reasons.” New Zealand glanced at Australia for a moment before turning his attention back to England. “Are you ready to go?”
“Come on you two!” Australia said. “Fuss over the Princess at the match, Will, or we’ll miss the coin toss!”
Author/Artist: jencatd
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Australia, England, New Zealand
Rating: PG
Warnings: None?
Summary: Those who break the rule are punished. Now it's England's turn, and it's all America's fault.
Previous Part: Part 1
Next Part: Part 3
England suddenly felt very nervous. He was being dragged through Australia’s house by the back of his collar to god knows where because he broke some sort of stupid rule Australia and New Zealand made up. Australia wouldn’t even tell him what the rule was; just that ignorance of the rule was no excuse for breaking it. Since when did Australia and New Zealand have rules within their relationship that apply to other people? Just because their relationship was a little unusual doesn’t mean it had to extend to everyone else! England was about to vocalise this when Australia suddenly stopped walking and dropped him. England hit the ground on his back which knocked the wind out of him.
“Up you get, sunshine!” Australia stood over him as England tried to catch his breath. “We’re here!”
“We’re where?” England sat up and looked around. Australia had dragged him into a room that seemed like a walk-in closet of some description, but instead of regular clothes England saw costumes as far as the eye could see in various sizes. New Zealand walked into the room, turned the key England had only just noticed sitting in the lock, and stuck it in his pocket. “What kind of room is this?”
“This is where we decide your punishment.” New Zealand said. “Everyone who breaks the rule is punished. Your punishment will last for seven days, and you will wear a costume for those days of our choosing as you go about your usual business.”
“I will do no such thing!” England stood up. “This is ridiculous!”
“You will.” Australia winked. “By the end of this you might even like this punishment.”
“I will not!” England folded his arms. “Do you seriously think I’d let the Barmy Army see me in a ridiculous costume?”
“I seriously think so,” New Zealand said. “Because you will even if we have to drag you to the test match kicking and screaming.”
England watched the two of them as Australia took New Zealand aside to presumably decide on this idiotic punishment. Damn that America for making him explain why the two of them were fighting and getting him into this mess. He must’ve done it on purpose just to see him be humiliated by Australia and New Zealand! He looked around for possible escape routes but the door was locked, the room was window-less, and there was no way to escape into the ceiling so he was stuck. New Zealand and Australia kept shooting little smiles at England while they talked which only served to make him more nervous. What were they planning? Australia gestured towards a rack of costumes behind New Zealand, and he nodded. He then stared at the rack and pulled a pink dress out of it. Australia nodded in approval, and then they walked back over to England.
“We have decided.” Australia said and New Zealand nodded. “Your punishment will be to wear this dress for a week.”
“I most certainly am not wearing that!” England glared at the two of them. “I don’t care about your stupid rule!”
“That’s a shame.” New Zealand sounded a tiny bit disappointed. “Al was such a good sport about this when he broke the rule, and this dress looks like it’d fit you perfectly.”
“Alfred?” England said. “He’s taken part in this ridiculous game?”
“Yeah!” Australia said. “We swapped him for Kumajiro for a week, and Matt never noticed the difference.”
“I find it hard to believe that Matthew would be that oblivious to his polar bear being Alfred’s size.” England said, but now his curiosity had been piqued. Other nations have taken part in this strange game? Was he the only one who was unaware of its existence?
"Al wasn't keen on eating fish for a week, but he handled it like a trooper." Australia said. "Matt didn't even have to change Kumajiro's diet!"
"Really?" England said. No wonder there was that day a little while ago where America was eating hamburgers like there was no tomorrow. "How did Alfred look in the costume?"
“We’ll show you the photos on Facebook tonight.” New Zealand said. “Now go get changed. We don’t have all that much time before we leave for the Oval.”
New Zealand handed England the pink dress which was strapless, the bodice was corset-like with a trim of white ribbon around the top edge of the dress, and the skirt was quite long with more than one under-skirt sewn into it. He then pointed to a curtained-off area in the corner of the room. England walked to the curtained-off area and entered it. Normally he’d be refusing to go through with something so idiotic, but if America could handle this then so could he. England had to admit that New Zealand had chosen a beautiful dress for him, but surely this wasn’t something that could be worn to the cricket?
"Some idiot might spill beer on this..." England muttered and began to get changed. He could hear Australia and New Zealand nearby talking about something, but he couldn’t pick up what it was. So Australia and New Zealand were challenging him to dress like this for a week. So what? He would do it, and do it with a smile on his face. Arthur Kirkland does not back down from a challenge. He put on the dress and realised he’d need help to zip it up. He’d managed to get the zip halfway up but couldn’t get any further. He stepped out from behind the curtain and was met by Australia.
“Turn around.” Australia said and England turned around. “Will was right, this dress fits you perfectly.”
“But this dress is far too long.” England said as Australia zipped up the dress. The dress they’d chosen for him was ankle-length and not unlike something a fairytale princess would wear. “Couldn’t William have chosen something shorter?”
“No, he couldn’t.” New Zealand came up behind him and put a dark brown wig on England’s head. He made sure all of England’s hair was hidden inside the wig. It was wavy and the ends of the wig came to just below England’s shoulders. “This should stop the Barmy Army from recognising you when we walk past them.”
“What if I don’t want to wear a wig?” England said and reached up to take it off.
“Leave it on.” Australia said. “Without it you look like Artie in a dress. With it you look like a Princess.”
“A what?!” England said. “A Princess?!”
“And a pretty one at that.” Australia grinned. "Or you would be if you stopped scowling!"
“You two are having far too much fun with this.” England grumbled. He was trying to be a good sport about it all but the wig was going a little far. “Next thing you’ll be getting me to wear heels.”
“How did you guess?” New Zealand said and England whirled around to face him. New Zealand was kneeling on one knee on the floor in front of him, and holding a high heeled shoe that matched England’s dress perfectly. What also caught England’s eye was the fact that New Zealand was wearing a costume as well: black pants, a white long-sleeved shirt, and a navy blue sleeveless vest over the shirt with a belt. All he needed was a sword attached to his belt and he’d look like...
“You’re a Prince?” England said and New Zealand nodded as he helped England change shoes into the heels.
“It’s James’s idea and it’s a bad one.” New Zealand said. “If he wanted me to keep an eye on you at the cricket he should just say so, not add an extra role to it.”
“Now, William, I know you’re not stupid.” England said. “Why are you doing this if you know it’s a bad idea?”
“I have my reasons.” New Zealand glanced at Australia for a moment before turning his attention back to England. “Are you ready to go?”
“Come on you two!” Australia said. “Fuss over the Princess at the match, Will, or we’ll miss the coin toss!”