Title: One of the boys.

Anime: Hetalia

Pairing: Fem-Italy (Feliciana or Feli) German (Ludwig)

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all! I just love this series and as such i chose a couple at random. I do, however, have a no yaoi policy (no, I'm not a homophobe, I just can't write, watch, or read stuff like that without turning colors) so I decided to give this plot twist a go! Hope you enjoy! BTW, I don't know the ages of countries so this may not fit into real life.

Chapter one: Ummm…Italy?

"Now listen Feliciana, you are getting ready to go out into the world as your own country!" Hungary proclaimed proudly. "There are a few things you have to know, particularly about men."

"Oh, like what they like to eat? I hope its pasta!" The young girl exclaimed. If she wasn't so cute, Hungary would have hit her on the head.

"No." The mother figure nation sighed. "What you need to know is that all men are pigs! They only want one thing and that is to invade your nation!"

"Huh! But I don't even have a nation! Im too young and cute! Why are they so cruel!" The young teenager instantly began crying.

"They only want to fight; it's all they live for." Hungary answered. "They see a young female nation and they don't see the wonderful culture you bestow upon the world, they see land and people they can rule." Hungary adjusted her hair cloth. "Now, to help you in the future I have an idea, we need to pretend you are a boy."

"A boy!" Feliciana stared. "Like Romano?"

"Yes, like Romano." Hungary nodded, dragging a pair of pants and a man's shirt from her dresser. "I kept these from before I had Austria to protect me." She smiled as she assisted the young girl into the awkward clothes. "When you start to grow, you will have to wrap a bandage around your chest to hide yourself. Just pretend as if you were always a boy and no one will ask questions." After finishing dressing the girl she smiled, pleased with the transformation. "Now, there are a few nations you should stay clear of; Prussia, at all cost avoid him! Switzerland is a jerk so stay away from him as well. Oh, and Russia, he will always be after you." She thought for a moment. "France and Spain are another two idiots to avoid."

"But, Romano hangs out with those two! Is he in danger!" Italy cried.

"No no, Romano is a boy so they won't do anything…"Hungary thought for a second. "…too traumatizing to him." Feliciana nodded. "Hey, I know! There is this little boy I saw running around with Prussia the other day, I think his name is Germany? You could hang out with him; he is about your age and doesn't seem anything like his brother."

"Yay!" Feliciana bounced.

"However!" Hungary stated. "If any nation, for whatever reason, makes a pass at you, just go along with the idea you are a boy. I am not kidding, little Italy, this will protect your nation and keep you around longer."

"…and ruin my life." Feli mumbled as she stared at the World Conference before her. The nations, the MALE nations, were at it again.

America was being an idiot, something about health food sucking and his boss being a big spender. Then Britain had to open his mouth about how fat and poor America was along with France's sexual harassment at an all-time high this month. Romano was sitting beside his sister, fighting with Spain on his other side and completely ignoring the embarrassing things flying from his mouth as Spain pushed all the right buttons to make the Italian boy seethe. Japan was taking pictures of every scandal in the room as Korea attempted to start a conversation on how he discovered photography, not that Feli knew if that was true or even cared for that reason. She sighed as she turned her head looking for a single sane person to talk to. Austria and Hungry were on the other side of the room making eyes at each other, but were being forced to sit apart by a nosy Switzerland whose little sister sat beside him trying to look smart as Poland went on and on about anything that crossed his blonde mind. Russia was leering at the crowd as if he had not a care in the world even though Feli knew he was upset about America's boss misusing a Russian term in his politics and wanted to address it. It was Prussia Feli couldn't stand the most though as he fluttered around the table as if everything was his to rule. He technically shouldn't even be here, she thought.

"Italy?" A deep voice suddenly drew her bored attention away from the mess before her. Germany stared down at her as her head was propped on the table. She gave him a cheerful smile. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah." She yawned. "I think I just ate too much ravioli for breakfast…I must be tired." She hiccupped and giggled as Germany shook his head, turning away.

"Men do not giggle." He sighed. Feli sat up instantly.

"I…I uh…meant HAHAHA! That was hilarious!" She tried to cover it.

"Vhat ist vrong with you!" Germany sighed once more. "You don't have to prove anything; I know you're naturally an idiot."

"Oh." Feli sighed as her head rested on the table once more.

She didn't say anything else for the remainder of the conference on account she did not speak until tomorrow. When it was all over and nothing was accomplished, she followed Germany towards the door only to be stopped by a large arm encircling her neck. She cried out only to have a hand placed over her mouth.

"My little Italy." A rugged German accent stated. "I never knew you had such a cute conceited laugh. Tell me, vhat vas so funny you had to prove it to mien bruder?"

"P-Prussia!" She gasped as she struggled to get away from the hand that secured her flat against the man's chest.

"Vhat ist the rush?" He laughed. "Are you so reliant on that idiot you can't even spare a moment for mich?" The man laughed causing Feli to shiver. "Tell me, when did you get so cute?"

"Hey! Potato head!" Romano suddenly appeared. "Unhand that idiota brother of mine."

"R-Romano?" Feli whispered, a tear appearing in her eye.

"Ah, ja." Prussia sighed. "I keep forgetting my little Italy ist a boy." He sighed, letting go. "Such a pity for such adorable a face to be on an unattractive sex."

"Homo!" Romano yelled, steering his sister out of the room. As soon as he had Feli away from any ears he turned on her. "YOU ARE AN IDIOT!"

"What? I didn't do anything! It was that scary Prussia! He is so scary! Seriously, you think I would want to be in a room alone with that guy! He is freaking me out, course he thinks Ima cute, but a lot of people do, but Ima too scared to talk to them. In his case Ima too afraid of what he will do to me! Im such a small country and you know what they say about Prussia and what he does to other countries! What do I do, ROMANO!"

"SHUT UP!" Romano bonked his annoying sister on the head and she fell silent. "Just stay away from him. With the way he is, if he were to get too close to you he could easily find out you're a girl and then…" Romano blushed as he turned away. "I don't even want to think about it."

"…b-but what do I do?" Italy asked, sniffling. "America hangs out with me too, though he is a lot nicer to me and he actually likes pasta unlike those Germans and their nasty potatoes."

"Just…lay low." Romano glared. "I have some business to deal with, go to your room and stay there till the dinner tonight. Lock the door, don't let anyone in, and stay away from that potato loving idiot next door!"

"b-but…Germany never..."

"I DON'T CARE! DO AS YOUR TOLD!"

"Fine." She turned away, pouting. "You're such a meanie!"

Feli soon arrived at the hotel the conference had reserved for all the nations. She waved to Latvia and Lithuania as she entered the lobby and took the elevator to the third floor. As soon as she entered her spacious room she headed for a shower. In the last few years she had begun to actually fill into her female body, though not near as well as she had hoped. She was defiantly no Ukraine, but she always felt that to be more of a blessing than anything else. She allowed the warm water to soak into her newly freed chest, the bandages being very restricting as of late. She grimaced at the nasty smelling soap she had to wear to cover up her natural feminine musk, some manly filth that she was forced to use around the other nations. She missed her strawberry and cream shampoo at home and how sweet it made her hair smell. No she had to use this weird shampoo and soap in one container stuff, how unsanitary! She sighed when she finished rinsing and allowed the water to trickle down her back and sooth her annoyed muscles. This was getting so tiring. She HAD to find someone to protect her soon or she would go insane! Hungary had been able to do it, but that was different! Hungary was strong and independent and even when she found out she was a girl, she was strong enough to defend herself at least for a while.

"This is so tiring." She sighed, sitting on the seat in the shower, laying her head back on the cooled tiles.

Who would protect such a wimpy country? It wasn't her fault; she had to pretend to be weak so the others would think she was not worth taking over. Then Germany came and he had defended her…WAIT! She sat forward suddenly. Could Germany protect her? He had during the past war when they were allies, and even remained friends with her when she was forced to surrender! Maybe…no, Germany was her closest friend, but she knew he did not like her any more than that. She knew he was annoyed by her and that how easily he was to bother. Even though he was strict and questionably cruel during the war she blushed around him often and found herself hiding from him often. Then there was the other problem…well…he DID think she was a boy. Italy sighed to herself again and ran her fingers through her hair. It is so confusing, she thought. She stood up and shut off the water quietly. She stepped out wrapping a towel around her and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was getting longer; she would have to cut it again.

"Italy! Are you ready for tomorrow's speech?" A loud German voice called from her room. "I need to see the…"

"Don't come in…Ima…dressing!" Feli dressed as panic spread into her voice and the doorknob turned.

"Tch, I just need to ask a question. We are both…" German halted in the doorway when he saw Italy clutch the towel around her obvious bust. "Um…Italy?"