Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
It's a Woman's World
England grimaced as he felt his phone in his pocket buzz from an incoming text message. It was France, who had felt generous enough to include him in a world group chat. Most nations were part of this world wide text conversation, save those who actually cared about the meeting, or in all cases Germany.
Where is Amérique?
He mumbled a curse under his breath and formed a reply to Francis' text. He was never usually included in the conversation, since he actually tried to pay attention during world meetings.
I don't know. Now sod off Frog!
But as much as he hated talking to France, the Frog had raised a good point. Where was America? The American, annoying as he may be, was never this late to a meeting.
He turned his phone off and stowed it away in his bag hoping to not feel it buzz again.
He shifted his attention once more to Germany's presentation about the global economy and how everything seemed to be less than impressive. England tapped his pen of his paper pad, leaving sporadic dots all over the paper. He eventually started drawing a Union Jack tacking up the whole paper.
He tried paying attention. You couldn't accuse him of not trying.
The German kept talking and eventually, England got tired of doodling and started observing what other nations were doing. Francis was texting, still, and was making faces at Prussia and Spain. Japan had a manga opened on his lap. Hungary and Austria were exchanging lovesick looks from across the table.
But out of all the nations he saw, there was no America. Sealand was there. He would have to get rid of him later. Even, what's his face, Canada was here.
"America, you're up next," he announced. "America? America, are you here?"
There was no response only an undertone of mumbling.
"Since Amerika is not here, we can move forward with our presentations," Germany said. "That means England you are up next."
He nodded in response and gather up his needed material for his presentation. He made his way to head of table where Germany was positioned with Italy positioned to the right of the German.
The Italian was absent mindedly drawing on his notes. But, compared to his doodle of the Union Jack, Italy's drawing of Spain and Romano, who were sitting not too far away from him; it looked like a Renaissance masterpiece.
"Thank you, Germany," he said clearing his throat.
"So on today's agenda of the global economy, I would like to address the upcoming elections concerning the British exit from the EU, better known as "Brexit"," he said. "As my newly re-elected prime minister, David Cameron has promised Britons a vote on the "Brexit" in the nearby future-"
He let his sentence trail off as a blonde hair girl made her way into the meeting room. She twisted the handle as she closed the door, as to avoid making too much noise. She was dressed formal business attire a white blouse, black slacks and blazer, and heels. In her hands, she held a bag and a brown jacket.
"England, if you could please continue your presentation," Germany prompted. But as England continued to stare, more nations' attentions turned to the girl.
The blonde looked up, as if feeling the stares of everyone on her. She blushed and let out a nervous laugh.
"Sorry I'm running a bit late, guys," she said rushing over to the empty seat next to…where he was seated. "My closet was totally out of whack and I couldn't find any of my clothes."
Her accent and vocabulary was eerily familiar to someone else that he knew…
"America? Is that you?" he asked in disbelief.
"Duh, Iggy, who else would it, be?" she laughed. "And, how many times do I have to tell you? You can call me Alaina."
"Alaina?" France piped up from his spot at the table.
"Francis, il se détache. Don't play dumb," she scoffed. The Frenchman and several others gaped at "America"'s use of language. "You've known my name ever since Iggy gave it to me."
She looked around the table, smiling expectantly. She was, however, met with confused glances.
England could feel a pit of uncertainty as the girl's smile began to fade. Was it truly possible that this girl was really America?
"Alfred," he began cautiously only to be interrupted by Alaina.
"England, the least thing you could do is call me by my name," the girl laughed. "But Alfred sounds like a cool name too."
He wasn't sure about her, quite yet. He had his doubts about her being America but, there was only one way to be truly sure. Pick her brain.
"Hey America, what's with that hair that keeps sticking up?" Canada asked finally breaking out of his surprised stupor.
"Bro, you should know this," she smiled pleasantly. "Nantucket! I thought you knew this Mattie!"
The Canadian laughed uneasily and shot England a look.
'He asked her the wrong question,' he thought to himself. 'Anyone could find that one out. It has to be a personal question. Something only America would know.'
England made his way from the head of the table, to his original spot. He faced America and stared him, no, her straight in the eye. And he felt embarrassed by the fact that even as a girl, America was still taller than him
"What was the name of your rabbit that you refused to let go of when you were younger?" he asked her, trying to keep his tone as serious as he could.
Alaina's azure eyes were asking the unsaid questions. Why are you asking me these questions? Why is everyone staring at me? Why are you asking so strange?
"Flopsy," she whispered her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open in question.
England turned to make eye contact with France and Canada. The pair were equally concerned about their "A" in the FACE family. France was staring intently at the female, and not in his usually flirtatious and borderline predatory look. Canada looked like he was going to scream. The poor Canadian looked so confused about that whole situation.
"So you're the United States of America," he remarked, a brow raised in question.
"Yes," she said in an equally even tone. "Yes, I am. And I'm here to represent my people not to focus on my past. I'm here to work for the future."
She sat down leaving him stunned. She buried her head down as she unpacked her bag and prepared her things.
Not knowing what to do, he returned to the head of the table. The nations before him were still silently confused about her. But, all were too pensive to question her.
"Well, the United States of America is here," he announced.
And that's how the meeting went to hell (faster than normal).
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AN: This was inspired by Star Trek story I read and I wanted give this idea a try. I'm still working on all my other stories (Innocent Until Proven Guilty, Can't Smile Without You, Falling Slowly, and Mitä Olisi Voinut Olla.
I hoped you enjoyed. If you have any questions, concern, and comments leave them in the box below. (And by the way, I decided to call Fem!America Alaina because I wanted to be different and I like the name.)
Thanks and R&R!