The tittle is from the song 'Why Do Fools Fall In Love' by Frankie Lymon & Teenagers. (http:/ www [dot] youtube [dot] com/ watch?v= 2sAHiR0rkJg& feature=related)

Summary: Ivan, the rival Greaser head would benefit from discovering that Alfred was really an Abby...Good thing too, because it's true. Greaser AU, RusAme with fem!America. She dresses as a male greaser to work, and to work as a Chemist.

Warnings: No Yaoi, not in this fic. To be in the 50s and gay was a scary thing. Considered mentally insane, for a fact. Cross Dressing, and slight cursing.

Pairings:

RusAme- male!Russia & fem!America.

PruCan- male!Prussia & fem!Canada

Spamano- male!Spain & fem!Romano

FrUK- male!France & fem!England

Maybe some GerIta (Male!Germany and fem!Italy) if I can put it in somewhere.

Italics are for thoughts.

I don't own Hetalia :D

Edit- Jan-30-12: This isn't a new chapter if its re-popping in your inbox, I had to remove a very important line here. C: Sorry 'bout that!


No one will find out today, or ever!

Abby reminded herself once more, staring in the mirror of her binder up frame. Her hips disappeared with a good amount of bandage, along with the hefty chest she was burdened with.

For this battle of genders, Abby F. Jones cut the locks of her womanhood to look like a man, losing weight to avoid the puffy cheeks of a female. Lucky for her, the height turned to her advantage, 5'8" and counting! Her eyes, the bright blue of any American.

Greasing her hair back, the stubborn curl staying up. A white tee pulled over the crisscross of bandage, hiding it. A bomber jacket and a pair of black tight pants to top it off. Lookin' like a dude! She shoot herself in the mirror, the stupid wink and shameless grin.

"It's too earlier to start that," Madeline moaned out, dragging her feet and dressed for the school day. A collared top and a loose skirt, very much unlike her sisters clothing. She had a little longer than shoulder length hair, and single strand that wouldn't go back. Only one of them could wear the glasses, and Abby gave them up to Madeline because she understood the information better either way. They came out with different eye colors despite being identical twins, Maddie got purple.

"Nu uh! I look awes-"

Maddie woke up instantly, "Don't you finish that. I hear it from Gilly enough." She snapped at the cross dresser.

"Your boyfrieeeend~" She chimed back. They could go at this for hours, really.

"HE IS NOT! He just likes to t-talk to me..and Gilly..couldn't like me. Not like that!" She huffed, Abby never likes anyone, even when she dresses in her proper gender..I can't blackmail her.

"Sooo, when's the date for the marriage?"

"WE AREN'T MARRIED YET EITHER!" Not anytime soon.. The blush going across Madeline's checks said otherwise.

"I KNEW IT! You had a thing for accents anyway."

Perfect timing. "Does this mean you like the Russian? Because he has an accent! I can see the swooning from here!"

Abby stopped laughing while wearing a serious face. Braginski, the rival Greaser head of their school. 'Alfred' ran the other. The truth of him learning her true gender would turn out horrific.

Since freshman year, the moving year which they moved to the small little town somehow called home. Only her sister who still lived in the small little apartment knew of it, I can't get a job as a woman. Then younger sibling would fight back that she didn't have to do it, but their living conditions said otherwise.

The 50s, the perfect time to be a housewife- or a greaser. The cookie cutter wife didn't fit in any views this American had. Never support yourself, rely on a man. Greet him home, do chores, No Freedom. It mocked her. What she would trade to not re wrap her chest every morning, or somehow controlling a temper while on your monthly. Slim Chance.

A loud honk came through the windows. "JONES, WILLIAMS! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!"

The twins, different by last name and personalities jogged outside. Abby jumped in, while her younger sibling opened the door to get inside the black *T-Bird.

"Kesesesese, Birdie, you want to sit next to me?" The 'Awesome' remarked commented, moving over to give his would be girlfriend some space, Maddie took it. They spoke often enough to each other to be considered great friends, maybe enough to be called best friends, but tip toe-ing with each other in emotions happened more often than not.

"Oi, Why not with me, Mon Petit?" Francis, the long haired blonde had his hair pulled back for full affect (but was almost disobeyant as Abby's curl). Sat in the front while the twins and Gilbert in the back.

"Bonnefoy! No hitting on my sister! It's too early!" She yawned, her name becoming Alfred for everyone's sake.

"But Welisment can? What happened to 'All is far in Love and War'?" He questioned, but the shot Gilbert shot him a look which told him to quit it. Francis chuckled, "Young Love, beautiful, but oh so painful." A memory went through his mind of a certain Spaniard and his spicy Italian girl. They all stood around the same height, but shared clothing when needed. Closer than Bros the trio were.

"Tony, how's Lovina? I don't understand how you can put up with that hot head..." He trailed off, but Gilbert picked up after him.

"BECAUSE HE HAD BALLS!" Gilbert shouted out, a few hairs flying out from the perfect comb back of white blonde hair and grease. The little red eyes scared everyone but Maddie for some reason.

Tony, the driver corrected him. "Because she loves me, can't you see?" Sighing happily at all the times they spent together. Those punches to the face were love taps! How could they be anything else?

'Alfred' was practically barfing at all the romance happening. Her sister was cuddling with her 'friend', a love sick pervert in the front across from another sickly dazed boy. Good thing heroes don't need damsels!

"Jones! If you ever need have any problems there you know where to go!" 'Alfred' flicked the finger at the Frenchman, and he gave her a smug look. "I know it will happen! Look at your eyes!"

They pulled up too school, the group of girls huddling after them. Each one of the 'guys' had their own personal fan groups, and everyone but Francis ignored them.

"Thanks Claire! But I already have a girlfriend!" 'Alfred' made her voice deeper for a man's one, the lies of it only allowing escape if it was true. I'm forever alone. Said a thought in the back of her head.

On the opposite end of the field was the other gang the school had. The infamous head, Ivan. Russian and at least 6 foot watched the 'prey' pile out of the car.

"Alfred. I'll make this place mine."


Author's Note:

T-Bird? American car which is amazing. Google it for full effect.

I want to continue this story xD it looks fun.

Everyone thinks Abby is 'Alfred', and the BTT have their suspicions. But only Canada knows for sure.

Review, I want some confidence that a couple people are reading this~ ^^