A/N: Hi guys! Um, so I haven't uploaded in a looooong time. I'm supposed to be continuing with "America's World Sleepover", but I don't know how to continue that story yet. Anyway, I decided to post this fanfiction first. I really hope you'll give it a try!

Pairings: AusHun, but there will most likely be more side couples. The couples are going to be gen!flip though, which means if it's a boyxboy couple, I'm going to genderbend one of them.

Warnings: Human names are used, possible gen!flip later on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I will never own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himaruya owns Hetalia.


It was a normal day in the Hedervary manor. The glass windows showed a nice, blue sky, every single piece of furniture was cleaned and polished to perfection, and the plates, pots and pans used for the breakfast earlier were already set away.

Of course, as it was a normal day in this manor, it also meant that 2 young maids were seen running frantically around the manor, looking for a certain young lady.

"Miss Elizaveta! Miss Elizaveta! Where are you?" One cried out, almost tripping on herself. "You need to attend your lessons now!"

"Where is she? We've searched all over the mansion!" The other asked, looking extremely puzzled.

"Have you tried the gardens?" An older voice asked. It belonged to one of the more senior maids, who was accompanied by another of the same age.

"No, not yet."

"Well what are you waiting for? Go there immediately, and search for her!"

"Y-Yes!"

The two young maids quickly -and quite nervously- ran to the huge garden, while the two older maids sighed. One of them turned to the other and raised an eyebrow.

"Are they new?"

"Obviously. How else would they not know that the young lady always spends her time in the garden?"

"She spends so much time there. I heard she even skips home lessons to go to that garden!"

"It's true. In fact, she spends more time hiding in the bushes than in attending her lessons."

"Well, it's no wonder that the master and mistress of the house have such a hard time with her." The maid sighed. "Even compared to the chaotic generation nowadays, she is still a big challenge. She acts like such a commoner. A male commoner, nonetheless."

"I can see that. I feel so bad for her parents."

"My thoughts exactly."


Meanwhile, as the two old maids chatted and the two young maids ran about frantically, Sir Eduard Hedervary, and his wife, Lady Theresa Hedervary, sat in front of a table in the Duke's private study room.

The Hedervarys came from royal descent, and while they didn't have as much power as they did before, they definitely had the money and fame. They were a part of the exclusive circle composed of the world's richest and most elite socialites - most of whom were also of royal descent. Since the Hedervarys were part of this social circle, it was expected for the new members of their clan to marry - normally by the age of 18 - to people only in said social circle. These marriages were more to forge bonds between the two clans than to live wild dreams of romance. And that was fine for the Hedervary clan.

Of course there was a small problem.

Sir and Lady Hedervary's daughter, Elizaveta had a knack for...surprising the society. And not in a good way. She was only 17, but the young girl had already broken most of the unwritten laws her society had put on her. She skipped lessons, befriended rowdy boys, wore manly attire, spoke in a manly tone, and basically behaved like a boy. It was extremely unacceptable - at least according to the ladies who gossiped whenever they saw each other.

However, even with all of these quirks, Elizaveta was loved by her parents. So, while they tried to make her act properly, they still couldn't help but allow her to be a bit loud and chaotic at some moments. They truly loved and cared for their daughter very much.

Which is why, when they thought of what they were to tell her later, they couldn't help but feel the least bit antsy.

"Dear, are you sure this is okay?"

"I do not exactly like this idea either, love. But if she does not marry now, all the bachelors will be gone. You know that most of society frown upon how she acts. You know that parents will not allow their sons to marry our daughter, even if she is a nice, kindhearted girl. I do not like saying this, but it may be our only chance of her getting married."

"Well, why should we care about her marrying? It is just some pointless rule made by a bunch of middle aged women with a lot of spare time! It isn't even written down! Why don't we let her just be on her own?"

"And what will happen when we can't be around to support her? How will she start a new life? She will be completely on her own. She needs a husband if she wants to make a living. She must marry, if only to find a stable ground to start her life on."

It was true. Without a husband, Elizaveta would have no support whatsoever when her parents passed on. No one close enough to be trusted with the job of guiding her or to aid her and give advice in terms of managing the vast amount of money she would have left. That was a danger to both single men and women in the elite circle. Especially those who, like Elizaveta, were only children.

"...You're right, but I wish..."

"Me too. I wish that she didn't have to be forced to do this."


And while all the house was abuzz about Elizaveta Hedervary, one might wonder about where exactly she might be. Well, as always, the young lady was in her white cotton shirt and her old, denim jeans. Her long, wavy, brown hair was let down and had a small, pink flower in it as she relaxed on one of the branches a huge apple tree, her beat up sneakers tossed to the ground half an hour ago. Yes, this was Elizaveta Hedervary, also known to many as "Liz".

She was in the far off area of the garden - no one would find her here for a while. This area was her hideaway. Even if the maids or her parents found her here, they would never remember how to get in this part. Only she could remember exactly how to get there. After knowing the exact path for about 20 times, and realizing that no one else could after 20 times, Liz thought the area to be magical at the age of 10. 7 years later, and the belief still stands.

Sometimes she would bring her friends here. People she deemed worthy to share in her secret area for at least a while. They wouldn't remember how to get to the area the next time they visited her, but she'd bring them along if she liked them. So her friends got to see this area once in a while. But even after bringing them there, no one remembered how to return to it. So this was Liz's secret spot. Her favorite spot.

And at that moment, she was enjoying it as she always did. It was partially an escape, actually. She was really supposed to be inside the house. Studying proper ladylike etiquette with her French teacher Madame De La Croix. But she couldn't stand etiquette lessons. As if she didn't have enough of that in her school, Salazar Academy - a school for the rich and elite. Not only that, but Madame De La Croix expected an assignment due today. An assignment that Liz, of course, forgot to do.

"Sometimes, it's just better to get away from it all isn't it?" Liz said to herself, looking at the gardens and the world outside the gates of her manor.

"I wish I didn't have these responsibilities." she muttered, chewing an apple as she mumbled "They can be such a pain..."

Don't think that Liz was irresponsible. That wasn't exactly true. Her priorities were just different from those in her circle. While most of them valued the aspect of fashion in clothes, she valued the comfort and practicality of them. While those she knew valued a sophisticated life, she valued the adventures a simple life brought. And while most of them valued money and formed business ties when choosing their spouse, Liz valued how much she actually loved them instead.

Yes. She was a romantic. She had a total weakness for romance. That's why she refused to marry unless she was actually truly in love with the person and vice versa. It wasn't about the money. Unlike some of her classmates, who were already getting married right now.

"Well, at least I can relax here." She tossed the apple core into her trash bag perched on a near off branch. She stretched her legs across the long, thick branch she was on, put her hands behind her head and rested it on the sturdy tree trunk. She yawned, and admired the scenery.

"LADY ELIZAVETA!"

"Aaaaaghhh!" Liz almost fell of the branch in surprise, but luckily she was able to balance herself in time. However, the peaceful moment was ruined, so she climbed down the tree and ran to the sound of the voice.


A/N: So that's chapter one, what did you think? I know that it might not be that good yet, but I'm really going to work hard on this one.

Reviews are appreciated, constructive criticism would be nice. :)