It has to be a trend

I apologize in advance for my historical inaccuracy. I know it's gonna be somewhere in here.

I don't own Hetalia. If I did, America and Canada would be geniuses that constantly trolled the whole world.

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Prussia was watching young America closely. The poor little guy was a colony of that totally un-awesome Brit. But was America awesome? Prussia needed to know. He had a list of all those awesome and all those not awesome. No unknowns were allowed on the Great Prussia's awelist.

"England," America whined quietly. Prussia crept closer. "I got growing pains."

Prussia didn't miss the flash of worry across the Empire's face.

Ha! He's worried little America will be bigger than him.

"It's 'I have growing pains.'" England corrected.

"England, I have growing pains again." America looked expectantly up at him.

Prussia watched as the Empire casually tried to see if his colony was getting taller. Evidently not, as he stepped back, patted the child on the head with a word of comfort and an instruction to be good, and stepped into the meeting room.

The meeting was soon to start. Time to mentally prepare for a boring meeting where nothing got done and he couldn't show his pure awesome for fear of frying pans. Well not fear. NEVER fear. Just, well, fear.

America however, was not to be allowed in the meeting. The young child leaned on the wall outside the door, rubbing his chest and looking dejected and worried.

Woah, awesome case of Deja-vu. He totally reminded me of... Hungary. Mother of boobs is he a girl?!

Prussia took a closer look at the child. He grabbed America's little chubby face in his hands, thrusting the eyes up to meet him.

"Hey mister! That's not very nice!" The child's legs dangled beneath him (her?).

What an unusual accent.

"I don't have to be nice, I'm Awesome."

The little colony tipped his (her?) head to the side, pulling Prussia's hands along for the ride. "What's awesome mean?" What the hell was wrong with the British Empire? Either way, much as he hated to admit it, the awesome would have to come later. There were more important things to think of now. Shudder.

"You'll be getting a thorough lesson in that later," Prussia ground out. America tried to nod and then stayed still while Prussia inspected the child's face.

America bore a striking resemblance to Finland. He had eyes the color of the wide open sky and short golden hair. But the eyelashes up close... Holy shit they were long! How had he passed herself off as a boy with those lashes?

Hungary has very long lashes, he reminded himself.

The child's hair was cut messily, as if she'd done it herself.

Due to that fact that British Empire is never with her, she probably had.

And due to the fact that she was in male clothing, it was likely that the Empire didn't know either.

Prussia hated to admit it, but he was gonna need backup.

"What are you doing sir?" America asked.

Prussia realized that he still had the girl's face in his hands. He set America down.

"Seeing if you are worthy." Prussia put his hands in his pockets.

"Am I?" America was hopeful, so very hopeful.

Prussia grinned a little. "Somewhat. I have things to discuss with you later, little girl."

America's eyes narrowed. "I'm not a girl. You aren't a very nice nation at all."

So she truly thought she was a boy and wasn't hiding consciously.

"My apologies little BOY."

America smiled a wide grin that stretched across her whole face. "Glad that's cleared up."

"What's wrong? It's not good for someone kinda awesome like yourself to be sad." Prussia swallowed his pride and asked.

America's face set into sadness. "I think I'm getting sick," She whispered.

Whoa! Double deja-vu!

"Doesn't the meeting start now?" Her voice jerked him out of his thoughts while her thumb jerked at the door.

Shit.

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Hungary didn't have time to deal with Prussia today. Well, technically she had time, but she really didn't want to. Therefore it irked her when the albino leaned over and whispered something she couldn't understand in her ear.

"What?" She whispered back, watching Spain, France, and England arguing in the corner of her eye.

"We've got a little colony in the same position you were in."

What did that mean? Hungary sent him a look that asked the question, and Prussia sighed.

"I think she believes you grow a veiner-veeny thing as well."

Hungary froze. Who would that be? Was she being made fun of? She looked at Prussia suspiciously.

"Who?" She whispered back as England laughed maniacally.

"America." His breath was hot in her ear, and he pursed his lips and pushed air out, popping her ear.

"Fuck you," She whispered, clutching her ear. "America? There's no way America's a girl. England says he rolls around in the dirt, gets into a lot of fights, hikes through the forest and, and," She had done all those things and more in her youth.

Crimson eyes eyed her merrily. "Take a long look at the kid."

Wow, if that were true, America would need some sisterly guidance. And clearly there was no one better than Hungary.

So when they all breaked for lunch, Hungary glanced at the young colony. And froze.

America really was a girl. She could tell. Sisterly instinct. Hungary glanced at England.

"Come along, lad." The Empire clapped his hand on the colony's shoulder.

Clearly England had no clue that America was female.

But wasn't America a very large country? America would have a tough time in the future. If she even chose to hide it. Lord knows Hungary had entertained the idea.

"England," Hungary greeted him smoothly. "And you must be America."

America nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I am!"

"Hush," England looked disapprovingly at America. "It's not proper for a young gentleman as yourself to behave as such."

Hungary made a face at America when England turned around to straight her jacket.

America giggled.

"Gentleman do not giggle."

Hungary adopted a mock-stern face and shook a reproving finger. America held in a laugh, biting her bottom lip.

England turned around and Hungary immediately stopped, adopting a completely innocent expression.

America grinned wider than the horizon.

"I'm surprised you brought young America with you," Hungary commented.

"He expressed his desire to come many times. I figured it was about time he showed himself to the world properly." England sniffed. Hungary took that lovely little speech to mean that America had begged persistently to come.

"You won't have any time to sail back with him." Hungary pointed out, knowing full well that England was far too busy to sail all the way to the New World and back.

America looked to England, alarmed.

"I'm afraid I won't. Thank you for reminding me Hungary." Well that was a bitter thank you.

"Not a problem," Hungary smiled sweetly.

America looked quite distraught.

"I have to sail back alone?"

England sighed. "I'm afraid so."

America turned on her heel and simply walked away. "I'm going to explore. Have a good meeting."

"Don't you want food?" England called desperately.

But America did not respond.

Inside, Hungary was squealing. America was exactly like Italy! Except she actually was a girl... But they were the same size and had little adorable high voices. So cute! She wanted to put little America in a dress so badly.

"Have a good day Miss Hungary," England nodded before heading back into the meeting room.

Prussia immediately appeared out of thin air, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"Girl?"

"Girl."

"I toldja so."

"Let's just go find her," Hungary grumbled, trying to ignore the all-knowing smirk on the stupid nation's voice. Idiot.

And so it was that the two nations found America looking out the window at the rainy streets of London, singing to herself in French.

"Frère Mathieu, frère Mathieu

Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!

Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don."

They exchanged raised eyebrows before approaching the gender-confused young Colony.

"America?" Prussia asked.

The colony turned and grinned happily. Hungary swore the sun brightened a little outside.

"Prussia, Hungary!" She exclaimed, then took on a worried expression. "I mean, hello Mr. Prussia, greetings Madam Hungary. It is a pleasure to see you both again." She bowed her head slightly.

"None of that," Hungary nearly laughed at her. The British Empire really loved his formalities.

"I rather like Mr. Prussia," Prussia mused, stroking an invisible beard.

"You are not a Mister by any stretch of the imagination." Hungary announced.

America stifled a laugh.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Hungary asked gently.

"Sure!" America stood up and accidentally knocked over a table.

Shit that kid was strong.

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Prussia was impatient. Now, he generally was, but now it was magnified.

Verdammit, how fucking long does it take to explain to a girl that she's a girl?

Of course, right when he was about to drag them back to him, the two girls appeared.

You have no idea of the magnitude of the bullet you just dodged she-male.

America was pale.

"So what's the verdict?" Prussia asked.

"I'm going to be a boy." America announced.

And from the stubborn set of her face, a conspiracy was born. Or the world's greatest prank.

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This is what happens when I'm bored-as-hell at a swim meet. I can leave it as a one shot or continue. I should probably be working on 5hour, but France is hard. He's crazy enough already. So I'l probably just leave this as is unless someone says something to the contrary. :D

Hey, I just wrote this,

And I'm kinda lazy/crazy

This story is lonely.

So review it maybe