A pointless title
ANOTHER GEN-FLIP!
But this one's along the actual story~~
I'll continue working on my other story, but this one is eating at my brain, Demanding to be freed!
Please enjoy! And don't tell me if you don't enjoy it. That's your problem.
This and the first chapter are both the technical beginning. I flipped a coin to choose who went first.
(France's's pov)
"I'm tireda that stoopid American git..." said a very drunk England. He was slurring over his glass of rum.
His friend, a Frenchman, was listening with interest. But not in the story.~ "Ah, mon cheri. You really need to learn to forgive and forget." He scooched a little closer to his friend, partially drunk off the wine he himself had been drinking.
"Nevar!" said England, taking in all of the contents in his glass in one long chug. "That ungrateful bastard needs to stop butchering *hic* my language!" He turned to look at France, green eyes filled with what France thought was envy. "You're lucky Canada's so well behaved..."
"I was born under a lucky star, what can I say?~" said the pervert, pouring himself another glass of wine.
He looked at the very confused bartender, "Anoverr glash, if you please!" he said drunkly.
"Sir, I don't think you should have anything else to drink." the bartender prepared for the hurricane that came every time he said this.
"IF I'D 'AVE WANTED YOUR BLOODY OPINION, I WOULD HAVE DAMN WELL ASKED FOR IT!" England started yelling, drunk beyond words.
"I think it's time we left, mon cheri." he then asked the bartender. "Check please." He turned back to England after he payed the bill.
"I don wanna go home..." said the Britain, wobbling down the path. France sighed, and then took hold of his hand.
"Then come to my home." he said, living in the moment. The Briton, no matter how drunk would always do the following things in this order every time at the slightest suggestion of coming home with France:
1) Refuse.
2) Slap France in the face.
3) Wobble home.
4) Kick him in his privates when France accidentally revealed he was following him.
'Ahh~, good times..' thought France. There was a tug on the end of his hand.
"Lemme go, you french git..." the Englishman was getting tired. His pulls were getting weaker.
So France just tugged him along happily. He began telling him about his day to tire the man more, adding in the occasional French word for confusion. "Well, I went to the épicier to get ingredients for déjeuner, and there are still leftovers. Would you like some?" he asked the man, who he was now dragging practically.
"Nu... I wanna go home!" he tried to turn again, but was too tired.
"Would l'Angleterre like to ride on my back?" he turned to the Briton.
"NO!" and he started walking towards France's house unknowingly.
"Suit yourself~~" said the Blonde as they reached his house.
England was the only European nation France still hadn't bedded to date. It was frustrating, really. He, the nation of love. It was fun, though, most of the time, mainly because l'Angleterre was quite adorable for a man. Even if he ended up hurt, he would have this man.
No, France was not gay. He was just... full of love. And he wanted to share it with every living being. (A.K.A. Anything that moves.)
England realized where they were. "No! I musht go home..." he turned but was swept off his feet by France.
"You're so light, mon cheri. What is your secret, hm?" he locked his door. "I think I know it~"
England stared at him with wide eyes. "How did you find out?" he said fearfully.
France looked at the other man with confusion. "I was only joking... but you have a secret of such caliber? I had no idea..." he led the man to his bedroom, but he was passing out nearly.
~W~T~F~
(England's Pov)
It was morning.
And England woke with a throbbing headache.
He looked around, and saw a slightly familiar room.
Wait, thought England.
This is... France's house?
Right?
Oh god.
Oh fuck no.
He managed to keep his secret for centuries. CENTURIES! Does anyone know how hard it is to do that? Then he gets drunk. And in one night ,ONE NIGHT!, his cover is blown.
Well, time to face the music.
He took one of France's big white tee shirts and put it on. (of course he had underwear!)
France was sitting on the table with his head down.
He said "What the hell." at random.
"So you finally found out?" said England, startling France. He looked up.
"L'ANGLETERRE ! ! VOUS ÊTES UN FEMME?" shouted the Frenchman. (England! You are a woman?)
She cringed. This was going to be a long day.
Don't worry, I'm not abandoning my other story. Storyline? I just felt like starting another story while I'm writing chapter 13 of Another Gakuen Hetalia.
Oh yeah! Before I forget to say, this story will be with my favorite heterosexual couples.
Not much else to say...
Anyway, tell me if you like this story via review.
Any couple suggestions review.
::EDIT::
So I've heard there are other secret fem stories.
Not that I mind people STEALING my idea, and believe it to be so origional that people did so.
Know, however, that mine was the very first,
When I wrote it, I wasn't very good, mind you...
But still. If you are going to claim, "I've seen a story with so and so as a secret fem" please give me the link.
Because that, people, would help me expand my horizons, and not be completely pissed off at a copycat.