It all started on an unfortunate day.
A day, Matthew Williams was spending alone, a day where he could rest.
I'm sorry, I mean Madeleine Williams, and a day where she could rest.
Thats just it. Matthew - or Madeleine now - was just laying in bed. Feeling her breasts.
Honestly, it was weird experience Waking up, finding that you've got breasts and a vagina. Finding out that your gender has been changed over night.
Madeleine had to learn to be a woman, to deal with 'womanly' things and such. It wasn't a fun experience.
The fifth of July wasn't 'Al's clean up party' but 'The day my gender was swapped'.
It didn't help that she was invisible. No one batted an eye at her, looked her way. Yes, people had talked to her. But because she was a boy and they always forgot, no one knew the difference. Drepressing really. But Madeleine had seen worst.
The first month or two - there was hope. It was quickly diminishing.
In the fourth month, she had taken the name 'Madeleine', it was quite similar, and french.
She had tried to tell the nations at the meetings, but someone always was louder. England, America, France, heck, even Germany had interrupted her. She eventually gave up.
She did, however, not give up on living. Oh no way. Madeleine Williams was not going out like this. It couldn't have been so bad right? The only thing that had changed was her body. And plus, she was greeted with more kindness than ever.
Russia hadn't sat on her, saying hello instead, France kissed her hand and went out for coffee with her. People were overly nice.
But it stopped with the nations.
When coming home from a meeting she'd sometimes find herself getting cat calls. She just ignored them.
She hadn't been attacked luckily. She had seen so many crime shows about things like this. She was scared to death.
She loved to play hockey - being a true Canadian - but it was harder.
She had to get a new uniform, new shoes, jersey, everything. She also had to join a different team - she was on an all men team. She was a girl.
Then her whole wardrobe. She would have to agree that the bras and underpants were the worst. Not knowing what to do, she searched it all up online. Thank God for the internet.
She didn't have any trouble with Kumajuggle. He forgot her anyway, so really no difference.
It had now been 2 years.
Okay! This is my first piece of writing ever. Unless you count that Cinderella spin-off I did in primary school.
Obviously I will be using both nation names and human, but nation is formal while human is informal.
Prussia will probably come in later chapters, depending on how I want this fanfic to go. I have some idea. I would have not created it if I had not. (Remember first one. I've had basically no experience. )
Any help would be appreciated and please no hate - I'll accept help.
This notes getting as big as the intro. Ha. Anyway, I don't own Hetalia in any way or kind.