'Hetalia' and 'Nyotalia' do not belong to me at all.

The young Italian solider passed out on their big bed. It was over. It was finally over. Now they can go on with their lives. I looked at him and sighed, removing my shirt as I sat beside him.

"Do you think it's time to go back to our homes, Veneziano?" I pondered. I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit it with a match, and began to inhale the fumes it brought to my lungs, causing me to cough. I think I should stop with this shit…

Veneziano chuckled and smoked on his own cigarette. "So soon? You sure you don't want to spend time with your favorite person ever?" We both laughed slightly and after some time put out our cigarettes. "I'm going to quit," he said out of nowhere.

"Oh? Breaking a habit are we? That's unlike you."

He laughed again and nodded. "Well, I don't want to cause any more damage to my body after what we just went through. I just needed that last one… and maybe one more for what I'm about to tell you."

Well, if it calls for a second cigarette, then perhaps I'll need a drink. I got up and went to our liquor cabinet and took out a couple of beers, tossing him one. With a groan, I sat myself in a chair and looked at him. "Okay, go."

He nodded, took a long drink of his beer, and set it down. And when he spoke, his unusually high-pitched voice sounded a bit more effeminate. "Luddy…" He purred to me. "I'm not exactly who I say I am…"

I watched him cautiously as he unbuttoned his shirt. Underneath laid a curvy, feminine waist and a jutting chest that was not masculine by any means. And on that chest were bandages. "Veneziano…?" The Italian took a deep breath and his chest moved with his breath as he undid the bandages and my eyes were nearly greeted with a pair of plump, perky breasts with slightly erect, dark rose colored nipples.

"I am not Veneziano. My name is Felicia Donna Vargas. I am sorry for deceiving you, Ludwig. But I had to fight in the wars! I had to protect my family! My brother, Lovino, he had to take care of our Grandfather." The woman had tears dripping down her cheeks one by one. "Surely you can see why! Besides, he answers to me, I had no choice—North Italy had to be the one to fight most of the time."

"You knew it was illegal for women to participate! Surely you could have had somebody there. Your capital?" She slowly shook her head.

"It had to be me. The war is over now. Times are changing, Ludwig. Please… Just, forgive me this last time."

I sighed and gave her my dress shirt to cover herself. "Fine. But, Felicia… Don't be so naïve next time. Whatever you do, don't be naïve. If you thought I was protective of you when I thought you were a man, then you cannot believe how protective I would have been of you out there knowing you were a woman. But, the damage is done."

Felicia nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. I promise I won't cause you anymore problems. I swear this on my life."

With another sigh, I pulled on my coat. "I'm going to go out for a drink. Please stay here and…relax. You look like you're about to pass out and, believe me, that's the last thing I need." And I left for the bar down the road.

After an hour, maybe two hours, and four beers, I returned to our rented home and into the bedroom she and I shared. My head was a little dizzy, but it wasn't the alcohol. It was the way Felicia lied in the bed. She had hidden a dress somewhere and she changed into it to wear. She did look cute like this. Curled up in a ball and how her hands looked like they were reaching out to hold somebody. She really did look innocent and cute.

Perhaps this isn't the worse thing to ever happen.

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