America had a secret. One he had kept from everyone since his mother had told to keep it away, or rather her mother. It had been in the 1400's his mother had given birth to a white skinned blonde hair baby girl. Never before had her nation seen a baby with hair the color of the sun and skin the color of snow. The girl was heralded as a blessing from mother of all nations. She had been the mother to many nations that had spread across the continent, they had all looked like her. She knew that this would be her last child.
She did not look like her mother because her people were just beginning to arrive from a land across the ocean. The men arriving were white skinned and treacherous. America's mother knew that her baby girl represented a new nation that would overtake hers. She also knew that these white skinned men did not appreciate the feminine. She was a wise country who had lived thousands of years and seen many things come and go. It was time for her to return to the earth that had brought her here. Her baby girl was young no more than three years old. She sat her precious child down and began to tell her goodbye.
"My dear."
"Yes, mamma."
"My dear America. I have to leave you now. I do not want to but I am not long for this world. Already I can feel my spirit returning to the heavens. You must listen to me, there will be men here soon that look like you. They will care for you and raise you. You must not tell them you are a girl. You are a boy to them for ever and always. I know you do not understand America but listen to me and know that I love you."
She turned and left her crying child. She knew her daughter would follow her advice. She then traveled to each of her tribes, her children and told them goodbye. She left the earth. America was soon found by two men speaking a language he understood. His people spoke it after all.
That had been centuries ago and America had kept her promise to her mother. He could not remember her face, only her voice telling her to keep her gender a secret. She had learned soon that the women in Europe were treated like caged birds to delicate to care of themselves. America knew she was a strong person who did not need any protection so she kept her gender a secret. England her big brother had named her Alfred Jones. In her mind she rather liked the name Amelia Jones but the name Alfred was part of her protection.
America had since become a superpower in the world. An independent country whose strength could only be rivaled with Russia. America sighed wishing she had been born a man. Then she would not have to tightly bind her chest every morning and wear baggy clothing like her bomber jacket. She wanted to have long wavy hair, wear tight fitting dresses and wear make-up. She had always been jealous of the female countries for their freedom t wear what they wished but she knew she would never be subjugated as they had.
America stood and prepared herself for the world conference that was going to be held in New York. It was in a conference center near her home so she could sleep in but now was the time to put on her costume. She bound her chest and put on her unflattering male clothing. She grabbed Texas and put it on her face happy with the disguise. She walked out towards the conference whistling a tune. Time to put on her bravado. She was able to act mostly like herself but she had to speak in a low voice. Sometimes after particularly long meetings she would have a sore throat from the strain. She walked in to see most of the nations had already arrived so she sat down next to England.
"Iggy! What's up dude?"
"Don't call me by that ridiculous nickname America."
"Whatever dude you know you love it. Hey where's France anyway?"
"As if I care where that perverted frog is."
America sighed and looked at her long time crush. She had loved him since before her revolution but she couldn't tell him without giving away her secret so she had loved him from afar. She kept her sideways glances quick so as to not arouse suspicion from nations like France who were always looking for a new couple to create. The meeting began and America didn't pay much attention. She was in a romantic mood looking at the happiness she saw between Germany and Italy. How she wanted what they had.
The meeting was nearly over when America felt something that made her heart stop. She shifted her weight and felt the all too familiar feeling of wet on her bottom. America cursed inwardly at her terrible luck. Her period was over a week early! This just wasn't fair, how was she supposed to get out of her without anyone noticing the stain that was becoming larger and larger on her backside. She would have to run back home during lunch once all of the other nations had left.
America focused on keeping her emotions in check for the rest of the meeting. One snide remark from England could send her into a rage and she would stand and begin to argue. She couldn't stand up of course because then everyone would know. So she kept quiet. Finally after what seemed an eternity Germany broke for lunch when Italy started begging for Gelato. Germany never could say no to his lover for anything.
"America, you've been unusually quiet today is everything alright?"
"Of course Iggy, I was just thinking up some new superheroes to help stop global warming."
"I don't know why I bother America."
England turned and left soon all the nations left, leaving America alone. The words had stung America. The tears were probably from the hormones but America couldn't get the rejection from the man out of her head. She laid her head down and began to cry, what was the point anymore? She loved a man who could never love her and she was sitting a pool of her own blood. Dropping her male voice she began to sob, not expecting anyone to be in the room for quite some time.
"America, are you all right?"
Hungary had left the room to go to lunch and was about to leave the building when she realized she had left her folder in the meeting room. She had hurried back to get it when she heard the sobs. She entered the room quietly expecting to find Ukraine upset about one thing or another. Instead she found the masculine America sobbing his eyes out. She walked up to the male nation and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Hungary, I just can't do it anymore. It's all so pointless."
Hungary couldn't believe her ears. America didn't sound like himself. Not only was he crying but his voice was high and light. What was going on?
"America you sound strange. Is everything alright? You aren't sick are you?"
"England will never love me will he? I just can't see him anymore."
"America what are you talking about."
With that America stood up revealing he blood stain on his chair. "Look Hungary. I'm not a man, I just can't pretend anymore. I've been lying for so long and I just can't hold it in anymore."
Hungary kept quiet. She had been just where America had been a long time ago. She had convinced herself she was a boy and it had taken quite a while to admit to herself that she was a woman. It had removed a huge burden from her shoulders. She had not regretted her choice but she understood that acting like a woman had made her lose a few privileges she loved dearly. She knew exactly what to do.
"Come on America."
"You aren't made at me? I thought everyone would be pissed when they found out. I have been lying to everyone since I was a kid. How are you not mad?"
"America, I understand perfectly how you are feeling. I was there myself you know. Now the only way this is ever going to get better is if you stop lying to yourself. Let's get you and this chair cleaned up and then we will talk."
Hungary grabbed the still bawling America and dragged her outside towards her home. She knew where America lived from all the parties she thrown over the years so they were there in no time. She pulled her inside and sat her down on the couch.
"America. You are never going to be happy until you be yourself. I lived most of my childhood the way you did pretending to be a man. I know it is hard but you have to give up this disguise if you want to be happy."
"I don't even know how to be a woman Hungary. I've been a man all my life since I was found by England."
"Don't you worry about that sweetheart that is where I come in. You just go get yourself into some clean clothing and by the time you get downstairs I will be ready to help transform you."
"Okay."
America dragged herself upstairs and once she was out of earshot Hungary pulled out her phone. She made a few calls.
"Hey Belarus. I know you are in the middle of lunch but it is an emergency. Code red bring all your make up with you and Ukraine with you. We have a nation to transform. I am going to call Italy and get the meeting postponed till tomorrow we have a lot to do."
"Which nation are we talking about now? I thought all the rest of them were men?"
"I thought so too but America is a girl and she needs to flaunt it."
"No way. I will be right over."
"Not a word to anyone I want this to be a huge reveal."
"Of course."
Belarus hung up and Hungary smiled. There were so few female nations that they had all gotten pretty close. She called Liechtenstein next. After she had cut her hair short to match Switzerland the girl had become a master a making great hairdos out of practically nothing. Switzerland was delighted to practice her craft and said she would be right over. She called Italy next.
"Hey Italy it's your sister Hungary."
"Hiya!"
"I need you to do me a huge favor. I am not feeling well and need to rest a while would you mind getting Germany to postpone the meeting till tomorrow?"
"Si!"
With that Hungary smiled. It was so easy to get the other nations to do what she wanted it was almost sad. With the meeting postponed she would have just enough time to make America see the power of herself. As she was finishing this thought she heard America come down in a loose T-shirt and sweat pants. Her chest was unbound and she didn't look any better since her breakdown in the conference room.
"Hungary, I don't know if this is such a good idea. I am not really female material."
"No, you are. The first thing you've got to do is remember that if you can fool the entire world into thinking you are a man then you can show them that you are not. Now I've got some friends coming over and the first thing we are going to do is get you a dress. No complaining. You are going to look so good that tomorrow not even England will be able to keep his eyes off of you."
"You think so?"
Hungary saw the hope in her eyes and smiled. She was going to make this perfect. Within minutes all of the ladies arrived with wide eyes to look at America. No one judged, in fact they all understood. Belarus put her supplies down and Liechtenstein put her bag of hair supplies down.
"Ladies we are here to help America become herself. Belarus, Liechtenstein commandeer the bathroom and make it into the salon you need to do a total make over. America, Ukraine and I are going to get America a dress."
The Female nations nodded and began to get to work. Ukraine and Hungary dragged a sacred America out to the nearest salon.
Dress shopping had been both fun and a living hell for America. First Hungary had felt up her chest and told Ukraine to buy a certain size bra. She had never worn a bra before and had always imagined them quite comfortable. Hungary then dragged her to a high end New York fashion store and began hunting for a dress. America had just stood there in her pajamas feeling completely embarrassed. She was totally out of place. Hungary pulled out at least 20 different gowns and had America try on every single one of them and model. It had been embarrassing at first and she couldn't keep herself from blushing. Some dresses were the wrong color while others didn't fit correctly.
The last dress however was just perfect. It was a midnight blue dress that sparkled in the light like a thousand stars. T was a tight fitting dress with a low sweet heart neckline. It hugged her in all the right places. She didn't even look like the same person anymore. She was some Hollywood starlet. When she walked out both of the other nations gasped.
"It's perfect!" Hungary screamed.
America blushed and looked down. Once the dress was bought and they were back home, America found herself in a decked out bathroom. Lichtenstein was first and she took to America's hair like a demon. She cut her hair and styled it being gentle only around Nantucket America's crazy curl. America winced at the pain of her held being pulled every direction as the small nation behind her gave her a very feminine pixy cut. Once she was done she found herself actually quite exhausted. She looked over to the clock to see that it was well past 10 pm.
"Could we finish tomorrow? It's getting rather late you all can stay here in my guest bedrooms."
"America, you're right tomorrow we will do your make up and show you off to the world."
All of the other nations left America to herself. She couldn't believe her day. Was she really ready to make the transition? What would she tell her boss? Sorry Mr. President, I have been lying to you from day one. I am actually a woman. I merely pretended to be a man because of a blurry memory I have from the 1500's. What was she going to tell al of her friends? How many pornos had she uncomfortably sat through with the male nations to prove that she was just like the rest of them? How many sexist jokes had she made at he own expense so they wouldn't get suspicious?
What would she tell England? I know you raised me and all but I've been lying to you for over 400 years. I am actually a woman and I am deeply in love with you. That would never work. England would probably stop speaking to her like he had after her revolution. Her heart would break then. What if France tried to feel her up? It had been easy to avoid him before but France really did love the ladies. How could she avoid him now?
No answers came to her as she laid down to sleep. She was going to have to wing it tomorrow. There was no way to plan for this sort of thing. There were too many variables. America rolled over and tried to clear her mind. There was no point in worrying about all of this. Hungary would still be her friend right? America finally drifted off into a fitful sleep.
