Bot: Hey hey hey! Another Canada fic~! This one, however is a bit different ;) Oh well, enjoy! Paring will be decided later, I has to think about it :3 Although I'm pretty sure I know who I'm gonna pair her with ;3

Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia has never been, nor never will be mine.

If I did, Matthew would be noticed damn it! I can dream though! xD

Chapter 1: Explanation

Hello. My name is Matthew Williams.

Although, that really shouldn't be my name.

Why? Oh, well, not many know i guess.

I'm a Girl. You know, opposite gender to male.

Surprise you? Yea, no one else knows other than my buddy Kumajiro, who helps me hide my chest at times.

How have I pulled it off? Well... people aren't really that observent, so quote "Pulling it off" has been pretty easy.

When France, or Francis, first found me that long time ago, I guess he somehow didn't take notice that I was female. Since I was wearing pants, as where other women I lived with wore dresses, I was pronounced male. He thought my hair was long simply because of my 'Barbaric' nature.

Me. Barbaric. Yea, right let me tell you.

So all he did was cut my hair and take me in, calling me 'Canada' when with others, 'Matthew' with the few he trusted. I personally didn't mind. Being a 'boy' ment I could ruff-house with others, climb trees, or even play in the mud without getting scolded.

There were a few precautions I took as to not be found out though. I always bathed and clothed myself. France thought it was cute how I was so self sufficient so he allowed it with few complaints. Although he would dress me in girly clothes, like dresses or blouses, sometimes when I was a baby, just to see how 'adorable' I would have been as a girl. He had no idea how right he was making me dress like that.

The day he handed me over to Arther, or England, I was nervous. What if he noticed that I was female? It would ruin everything!

France saved me at that part though. He mentioned that I looked feminine my entire life. To that, Arther gave me a look, his bushy eyebrows furrowing in concentration, seemingly looking for something, and I smiled shyly, nervously. His face relaxed then, and just gave a small smile back. So then I began my life with him and his other nation, Alfred, or America.

After that, I seemed to grow rapidly, and before I knew it I went through puberty. Boy, was that a fun time, learning all those things by myself. And of course I couldn't ask any of my family. When Arther noticed that I had gotten books on puberty for girls he questioned me pretty roughly. I simply stated that I'd like to know and I was sure he didn't want to teach me about that. He agreed with a bit of a blush and left me alone about it after that.

The only other thing I worried about was the fact that I was getting a shape. Like, I was getting more and more feminine by the day, and my chest got larger than I would like. I think I took care of that rather well though, binding my chest with strong gauze, and wearing baggy clothes to disguise my hips and slightly elevated chest. Arther just assumed I gained weight and didn't say anything. Hmph. Gained weight, how rude.

When I became my own nation, I could finnaly relax a bit. I didn't have to be as guarded with my gender, or bind my chest every day. You have no idea how hard it is to breathe with like, ten pounds of pressure on your lungs.

The irony of the wars made me laugh. They never sent women to the front line, and yet many a time I was staring death in the face. But then again, I suppose it was my fault, right? All the scars over my back say so.

I bet there's anther question you guys are wondering about me, right? Why not tell them that they have been mistaking for 142 years of my life? They'd treat me differently, that's why. I like the way I've been treated. Sure, slightly ignored, my second 'father' barley remembering my name half the time Alfred taking the limelight, me being mistaken for him on countless occasions, but still. Alfred was always there for me, being... well himself, supporting me.

Arther, forgetful as he is, would help me at the drop of a dime, be it dressing my wounds on my arms or legs after the long since past battles, or simply talking to me over a cup of tea every once and a while. And Francis had never really left my side either, talking to me in letters, speaking French with him about things we'd rather keep to ourselves.

I'm happy. I've always been happy. Mistaken gender and all.

Why am I telling you all this?

Well, ya see.... something happened. Something that could jeopardize my secret. Well... actually, I'm almost positive that my secret is completely blown. Like, out of the water with one of Alfred's many nukes.

I swear. I think I saw a mushroom cloud go off behind England's eyelids.

It all started with the last UN meeting....

Both: Kay kay~ Backstory done, next chapter: Mattie or Maddi? Arther Drops the Proverbial Bomb.

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