Author's Note : Hello, this will be a story about Italy and Holy Roman Empire, when they were kids/teens at Austria's house. In this story, Italy is transsexual mtf. I hope you don't mind, and will enjoy this story ^^.

I'm french, so if you find any mistake, please tell me so I can improve my english.

Disclaimer : I don't own Hetalia.

A Difference

Italy was a girl. But she had a little something more than other girls. She noticed it once, when she was taking a bath with Hungary, in Austria's house. While Hungary was washing the little girl's hair, Italy played with the water and noticed the older woman's crotch.

"Hungary-san, why are you different here ?" she asked, surprised, pointing between Hungary's leg.

"That's because I'm a girl," the older woman answered, amused that Italy didn't even know that.

"But I'm a girl too," Italy replied, not understanding.

"No, Ita-chan, you're a boy," Hungary said with a gentle smile.

"I am a boy ?" Italy tilted her head, pondering it. Austria-san and Holy Rome were boys, she thought. Romano-nii-chan too. But she was nothing like them. "I'm not a boy."

"You have a willy, haven't you ?" the Hungarian woman said, pointing at Italy's male parts. "Boys have willies and girls have coochies," she explained. "You have a willy, so you are a boy, like Holy Rome."

"I'm not like Holy Rome !" Italy complained, annoyed to be compared to the scary blond. "I'm a girl !"

"My my, Ita-chan, you remind me of me when I was your age… At this time, I thought I was a boy, you know ? But the truth was that I was a girl, it's like that. It's the same for you, you're a boy, it's like that. Don't worry, you'll understand that when growing up."

"But I don't want to be a boy. I don't want to be like Holy Rome or nii-chan. I want to be like Hungary-san…" Tears appeared at the corners of Italy's eyes. Hungary wiped them with her thumb.

"Maybe I shouldn't have dressed you with girl clothes. Tomorrow I'll ask Austria-san to buy you new clothes. Oh but thinking of that, I don't think he knows you're a boy, Ita-chan."

"Vééé ? But I like wearing dresses ! I don't want boy's clothes !"

"Ahaha, you're so cute Ita-chan," Hungary laughed. "Alright, I won't say anything to Austria-san for now. Anyway, you'll change your mind when growing up, I'll wait for you to be ready."