Author's Note
Okay so for everyone who's never heard of it, RuPaul's Drag Race it is an emmy winning series which has basically been on forever. A cast of 14 talented drag queens compete for the coveted title of America's Next Drag Superstar and a cash prize of $100,000. To anyone who has heard of the series I'm not referring to any particular episode although I was inspired by the promotional picture for season 12 for obvious reasons.

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"I'm sorry dudes, the roads are all shut down and all flights are cancelled cause of the snow," Alfred apologized as he came into the living room to address the nations. "I guess you guys will just have to bunk here? I have enough bedrooms if two people share a bed."

Arthur sighed dramatically (not that he would admit it) before glancing around trying to think who would be the most suitable person for him to room with. America let the nations decide the rooming situation among themselves as he went to make sure all the rooms were clean and that a certain room was locked.

"Okay dudes the bedrooms are all pretty clean and I put in extra blankets and stuff. There's three, no wait, two bedrooms on the ground floor," Alfred corrected. " And there bedrooms upstairs, including the master. Keeks we're roomies right?"

"Hai." Japan agreed with a light blush on his cheeks, ignoring the curious glances from the other nations.

"Ve~ Luddy and I can take a bedroom on the ground floor?" Italy pleaded with wide eyes. "I want to make pasta for breakfast."

"I brought tomatoes." Romano added with a serious nod.

"Sure dudes." The American agreed as he guided them down a hallway and pointed out the two slightly ajar doors.

"The other door is um my study, so like don't go in, national secrets and all that," Alfred said nervously as he saw the older nations glance at a locked door. "See ya guys later."

Alfred returned to the group of other nations and led them upstairs to the other bedrooms.

"Didn't the burger bastard show us his study twenty fucking minutes ago? It's a different fucking room? New World countries are fucking weird." Romano grumbled as he threw his bag in a corner of the room and sat down on Spain's lap for a short make out session.

"Do I really have to room with the frog?" Arthur asked grumpily as Alfred led the tired group of nations down the hallway. "I don't want to room with the pervert."

France pouted as he held his hand to his chest, "Mon dieu, I am offended. I just wish to love you, all of you, from top to bottom."

"Well um maybe you can sleep on the coach?" Alfred offered hesitantly not fazed by France. "It's pretty comfy or I might have a air mattress somewhere from last time I went camping with Mattie."

Arthur continued whining a little about rooming with Francis even though everyone knew that they were totally in love.

"You're being really bitchy right now hunty, no tea, no shade," Alfred said with a roll of his eyes. "Just do your own laundry if you have sex on my clean sheets."

"American slang is so odd, just another way you disrepct the Queen's English." Arthur grumbled as he allowed Francis to pull him into an unclaimed bedroom.

The other couples slowly claimed other bedrooms and settled down for the night, exhausted after a long day of meetings.

"Cuddles?" America asked as he changed into his Superman pajamas and laid down on the bed.

"H-hai." Japan agreed as he crawled in next to the younger nation and cuddled into his side.

One by one, the nations fell into a deep sleep, cuddled with their significant orders and soothed by the sound of the gently falling snow. England still ended up spooning France and holding him close despite his half hearted protesting but he would never admit it. Ludwig was the first to wake up, unable to shake off his habit of waking up early to work out and found himself unable to return to sleep. He got up from the bed after making sure that Feliciano was sleeping soundly before wandering into the living room and turning on the television.

He clicked on the guest account on Netflix and selected the first show on the trending page, not even quite what he had selected.

"Welcome to this episode of RuPaul's Drag Race!" A vibrant voice said from the television. "In the great tradition of Paris is Burning, break out your Library Cards! Because reading is what?"

"Fundamental!" The contestants chanted before each taking turns at throwing light hearted shade at each other.

"Perhaps I didn't get enough sleep," Germany mumbled to himself. "The blond one looks remarkable like Alfred."

"Ve~ Luddy why'd you get out of bed? What are you watching? How come Alfred's on TV?" Italy questioned sleepily as he walked into the living room and went straight to cuddling with his boyfriend.

Germany shrugged and continued watching the show, slowly being sucked in to the world of RuPaul's Drag Race. On by one, they were joined by the other nations who were oddly entertained by the show.

"It's clearly Alfred," Francis insisted. "He inherited those legs from me, obviously."

"Hmph, I have better legs that you do," Arthur argued. "And no way in hell is that Alfred, no way."

Canada stayed silent as he came downstairs and watched the other nations, contemplating texting his brother to warn him but he decided against it and chose instead to join his boyfriend on the love seat. Upstairs Kiku had just woken up and was watching his boyfriend sleep, although he did think that it may have come off slightly creepy, he was just pleased that he had ended up with the person of his dreams.

"I can feel you staring," Alfred mumbled sleepily as he woke up. "I got a new wig, I'll show you when the others are gone, its big and blonde and pretty. Oh and I'm done sewing up my latest costume, its kinda Lolita inspired cause I know you love seeing me dress up in clothing that originated from you."

Japan blushed lightly, having no argument for that, especially since he had bought America his last two Lolita dresses.

"You know dude, I'd never have thought you'd be that kinky when we got together," Alfred teased. "But it was a welcome surprise."

Japan blushed darker before going to the bathroom to get tissue for his incoming nosebleed. Alfred blew him a kiss before heading downstairs to make a cup of coffee and the special tea he kept for Japan. Had Alfred been more aware of his surroundings and less focused on teasing his boyfriend with his lingerie then he probably would have noticed all the other nations staring at him. Instead Alfred headed straight to the kitchen to put the kettle on and figuring out what exactly he should have for breakfast.

"It's totally him," France whispered dramatically to his lover. "Compare the behinds, they are both equally as round."

"You bloody pervert!" England shouted. "Stop staring at his behind."

"Don't feel offended my love, I stare at your ...admittedly less pleasing behind all day long." France said placatingly.

The other nations more or less ignored the two older nations as they began another argument which would probably be settled with a round of hot, steamy sex later.

Italy went up to America with a smile before asking blatantly. "Ve are you Madam Amelia on the TV?"

America who was sipping on his first cup of coffee choked a little as he stared at Italy wide eyed and speechless for once.

"D...dude what are you talking about?" Alfred said with a nervous smile. "What's a Madam Amelia?"

Italy pouted before gesturing to the television where there was an image of a stunning, willowy blond woman decked out in a sparkly blue dress with matching accessories and bright red pumps. Her makeup was extravagantly done and the look was completed with a majestic blue jasper pendant with glittering sapphire gemstones.

"...I know that necklace," Arthur said suddenly as he stared at the screen in the middle of his fight. "I was going to gift it to someone in the New World as a thank you ...but it went missing mysteriously."

Alfred paled a little before sighing and raising his hands in defeat, "You got me dudes, it is me. I occassionally wear drag as Madam Amelia."

The American immediately regretted his statement as he was quickly bombarded with questions and yelling which almost overwhelmed him. Japan who had wandered downstairs to look for his parter went over and held his hand reassuringly, letting Alfred know that he would be there no matter what. Germany (bless his soul) was quick to bring order to the room being just as aggravated by the noise as America.

"We will go about this in an orderly manner," Germany demanded. "Everybody gets one question and then we go to make breakfast alright?"

"Whatever you say potato bastard, anyways where does your dick when you wear those skimpy outfits?" Romano inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Since you clearly botched the Queen's English what does sickening, slay and hunty mean?"

"Oh um, its called tucking and it involves a little duct tape and a lot of pantyhose," Alfred explained as he awkwardly avoided looking at his fellow nations. "And its all drag slang Artie. Sickening means something is amazing or hot, slay means it was spectacular and hunty is a term of endearment."

"Can I do it too!?" Italy asked with wide eyes. "I like wearing dresses but you make it look extra pretty."

"Sure dude," America agreed, relaxing just a little. "I actually have a few things here if you wanna see."

Alfred took another sip of coffee before leading them down the hallway to the room which he said was his study. He opened the door and the room was essentially a giant closet with rows of shelves for shoes, styrofoam heads with extravagtant wigs and jewelry in display boxes. There were also a few closets filled to the brim with dresses, body suits and one specific closet dedicated to items of clothing which Japan had gifted him.

"Holy shit." Romano said a bit awed as he looked around the room, echoing the sentiments of the other speechless nations.

Italy smiled happily and began happily babbling to America about how beautiful the clothing was. France gazed around the room, pride swelling in his chest, pleased that America had indeed inherited his fashion sense. England just took a sit on a nearby couch, still in shock and he was soon joined by a few other nations.

"Ve¬ where'd you get this?" Italy asked as he gestured to a  purple vintage dress from the 1950s.

"Oh I dunno, that's Mattie's, he has some of his things here too." Alfred said with a shrug before continuing to give Italy a little tour of the room.

Canada thanked God for his invisibility powers as most of the other nations ignored this tidbit of information except for his Papa who began crying proud tears.