Hetalia

Fem!ItalyX(you'll find out who)

2nd Pairing: Fem!CanadaXPrussia(Gilbert)

Description:

Germany has been taken prisoner by the Allies, Italy unfortunately has been forced to join their forces by her brother. She is not happy, but something within her snaps when she sees Germany the way he is. She knows that she is just as much to blame for the war as anyone, but they'll never believe useless Italy. On top of that, Italy hides a deep dark secret that she has not let anyone in on, besides her brother and Hungary. She has pretended to be a boy to keep her country from being targeted by other nations and to keep from being thought of as an easier target. So, with her name being Feliciano Vargas, she must make a choice protect Germany from the Allies wrath and break him out or stay out of it and keep her side of the country safe. Meanwhile there's a certain country that has taken an interest in Italy, and he won't rest until he has her for himself.

Italy's Female name will be Feliciana Vargas. Also, the battle that will be described in this fanfic is completely and utterly fake, I've made it up so it's not historically accurate. As for Italy being a female in the fanfic, I thought it would be cool. Also, she will look like her male counterpart, but in the way, she acts will be the same, but she'll just be a little more tough, but not enough where she's out of character. I hope you guys like this story, as this just hit me unexpectedly.

A/N:

Germany and the rest of countries don't know that Italy is really a girl, Hungary and Romano only know because they are really close. So, even though I put 'Germany doesn't trust her.' He thinks that she is a boy. Sort of like how Prussia thought Hungary was a boy, but got a surprise that she wasn't.

Warning: Romano's mouth and language.

Also this has nothing to do with WW2.

Chapter One: Where it all Begins.

Place:

Washington, DC

Time: 15:00 (3:00 p.m.)

General Narration

Feliciana Vargas otherwise known as the embodiment of Northern Italy as well as the younger sister to Southern Italy, Romano Vargas, watched helplessly as several soldiers dragged in a bruised and battered Germany. She looked to her left then her right, almost all the nations had faces of clear anger, some besides Austria and Hungary had clear faces of fear. America had gone too far. Prussia had already been brought in and was sitting in a chair with his hands bound to it and a muzzle placed over his mouth so he couldn't speak out obscenities against not only his friends, but Italy herself. She got it, she understood, she was a coward and a deserter, but this time it wasn't her fault. She swore it!

She knew that she was just as much as responsible for the battle than any of them, but none of them would believe her. Why? Northern Italy was a coward, couldn't fight back, wouldn't, she always had to rely on Germany to save her little butt. However, she held a deep dark secret she dared not share with anyone least of all Germany or Prussia, who were her allies as well as Japan. The only ones to know were Hungary, Spain, and Romano, since Austria at the time of her upbringing barely paid any attention to her had no idea. It was Hungary's idea to hide her true gender for fear that her country would be overrun by the other nations who sought to take advantage of her and her brother.

What other choice did she have, but to take the new name Feliciano Vargas and take on a new persona, perfecting it until it was almost natural, don't think that she didn't miss being able to be her real self again. She was herself when she was in her home alone, with her brother, or with her boss. They would always be shocked to say the least, but they would be shocked anyway to find out that they were not only responsible for the nations well-being, but the personification as well. The personification was in essence, the nation itself. The people, their life force, their emotions, their pain, their suffering, their heart, the personification of whichever country had to deal with it and work through it.

Not only do Nations go through their own heartbreak with losses of love, but the emotions of people too. Some would question their sanity. When Italy had found that her love Holy Roman Empire had passed, she refused to do anything for years, letting herself wither away into nothingness, it took her brother to literally smack some sense into her and to appeal to her in a way that only he knew how, asking her if this was what Holy Roman Empire would want her feel. She saw the logic in that and made herself and her brother strong again. So, she convinced her brother to fight back against their captors, if only to gain their territories back and become a unified nation again. Romano would get Napoli, and She would get her beloved Venice, while they shared a home in Rome, Italy's center, Italy's heart.

Their heart.

So, as Feliciana watched Germany lift his gaze up to her, she frowned and looked to the floor. She pushed her pixie-cut bangs out of her face as she turned to see Alfred stand to speak. How she loathed him, why? Why, did he have to act so ignorant of the world around him, wanting other countries to conform to his ideals, or shove his nationality down the throats of the other nations. It was beyond comprehension to her, as he spoke.

"Germany, otherwise known as Ludwig Belischimdt. You are here today for judgement among the nations. You have caused problems from the beginning. Seriously dude not cool. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Germany looked up at him his eyes narrowed angrily, "Ja. Ja, I have somezhing to say. You are an idiot. If you zhink I-"

America had obviously had enough, "I think, you should be dissolved and one of us will take your land, I think it should obviously be me, since I'm the hero." He said with his trademark grin.

Time to put on her Feli act as she stood up as quickly as she could, her brother nearly getting his leg hit. "Ve!~ You canna do this! I'm to blame for this mess not Ger-!"

Ludwig turned his cold gaze toward his ex-ally, "Italia! Sit down, you are not a part of this!" The message clearly conveyed, 'You wouldn't last a day with what they have planned.'

America glanced at Feli for a moment, then continued, "So in light of this-"

Prussia had begun to slam the chair repeatedly trying to get the attention of the court of Nations.

America grumbled, "Dude are you kidding me! Go ahead take the muzzle off him."

The guard did so walking over carefully being careful in case the ex-nation decided to bite him in retaliation.

He replied in his heavy German accent, "It vas not vest's fault! If jou dissolve him zhen jou are zhe fool!" He paused then turned his gaze toward Italy, it was cold and full of malice, "And jou lying to us about Vhat zhe almost war vas about! Jou're a vorthless coward! Leaving me and Vest to get zhe brunt of zhe punishment! Do jou zhink jour grandpa Rome vould be happy vith either jou or jour fratello! Do zhe allies even know vhat jour capable of?! Jour not so innocent! Huh! He'd be ashamed zhat his- "

Alfred glared, "Stop! You both are to be put in a specialized prison where nations will only go, since it is not the heroic way to end you. This will be where nations go when they incite a battle-" He was getting really tired of people interrupting him.

"Like you mon ami?" France asked with an obvious concerned look, he had seen his fair share of wars and civil wars as well, but this...? This seemed staged, almost. It didn't feel right, he knew that the only one to find the underlying cause of it would be Italy, but he doubted that Italy would do anything since he received the cold shoulder from his friend. He was genuinely considered for the little Italian Nation. Though he supposed he shouldn't have been.

Italy cried out again with her squeaky voice, "Ve! That's not fair!-"

A cold childlike voice cut through the room making the other nations turn their heads, "This world is not fair, Da? Life is not fair. Honestly little Italy, one would think you understood this by now." He gave a smile, that made Italy's stomach churn. She decided then and there that she would get Germany out of that prison.

Germany by this time had stared at Italy although he was angry at her, he could see the regret buried deep in his friend's eyes. Italy poor Italy, so naive and innocent, they were right when they said long ago that the world was going to eat her whole. His Italy, who wouldn't learn how to fight, who couldn't throw a grenade to save her life. Him and his brother both relied on Italy to come through with her promises.

Both Germany and Prussia relied on Italy to pull through on her side of the lost battle. However, she still tried her best, despite what others thought she was a brilliant strategist, secretly though. Italy hadn't looked over at Russia since his comment, but he watched her intently. She wondered silently if he was still angry that she had rejected his proposal and wondered if he knew. His smile never wavered, he knew that Italy was hiding something. All he had to do was figure out what it was, exploit it then take over Italy. Alfred continued to speak and sentenced the two Germanic nations to twenty years of prison-life. Italy felt her heart drop at that sentence, even though it was nothing for the two countries...err...country and a once very powerful empire.

Italy couldn't take it anymore she jumped over the table with a grace that no nation had seen from the Italian nation before. Everyone always assumed Italy was a clumsy and awkward person. She clung onto the bound German and sobbed profusely as well as apologized the entire time, the man had frozen and hugged her with his neck as best as he could muttering in German that it was okay, she looked up at him with a tear-stained face. He then spoke softly to her, "Don't do anyzhing stupid ja? We'll be out soon, I promise little Italy." He lightly kissed her head. She knew he had, lowered to her ear so that the other nations wouldn't see him kissing her, but she was fine with that.

Until, she felt someone pull her off and away from Germany with such force, Italy fought. She knew she didn't have the upper body strength that the other nations had, but she used that to her advantage and when she had to, she would fight dirty. It wasn't that she feared war...okay that's a lie, she did, but could you blame her? She lost her Grandpa Rome to war and she lost her love Holy Roman Empire to a war that he tried to pull her into. Her fear was ending up like them, but she feared being alone a lot more than dying. However, if a war was necessary and she had to get in one then she would to protect her people and her family. A Russian voice pulled her out of her musings and struggles.

"You will stop the fighting. Da?"

Like hell, she thought to herself as she glared up at him with her tear-stained eyes. So, Russia set Italy down and backed off, but the moment she was sat down she stood up like a cat that had just been put in water. The American soldiers had already escorted the Germanic nations out of the building. Italy whirled on the American Nation as well as the rest of the group that had had a hand in the Germanic Nations sentence and said in as much hate as she could manage, "Do you think this is right?! DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE A DONE THE RIGHT-A THING! OR ACCOMPLISHED ANYTHING?! Do you Alfred F. Jones!" With each shout, she had inched closer and closer, her eyes flashing. If one looked close enough they would see all the Italian battles that had been fought with her fratello in her eyes, as well as her Grandfathers. His legacy passing down to her and her fratello alone.

She then turned to her brother and hatefully replied, "Next time, fratello, Leave me alone to my own business!" She then stormed out to go pack her things and grab the things she would be needing for her plan.

Alfred sat there fuming just a tad at being yelled at by the small Mediterranean nation while Romano sat there fuming, "Dude if he tries to go and do something to my country, which I doubt he will because he's a coward, he'll get thrown in there too, or maybe I'll just hand him off to Russia."

Romano glared furiously, "If you touch my fratello I will flay you alive burger bastard." He growled, "Feli wouldn't try anything he's too angry right now. " He was trying to cover his sister's tracks and knew that she would be trying something. He saw that look in her eyes, it was the eyes of a trained assassin, being pissed off and going to do what they think is right.

Russia liked the idea of owning a warm nation, a nation where he could escape the cold climate of his homeland, he was getting the warm and fuzzies just thinking about it.

Da., I will get Italy and he will be mine and so will his country, the perfect little slav- I mean servan- I mean Host. Da, host. He smiled.

A/N:

Okay so I had this idea and decided to write it down or in this case type it, but I'm also taking a cue from Assassin's Creed the second one with Ezio...I haven't played that one, but I have played Black Flag, Unity, and Syndicate. (Going for a second time with Syndicate. Yay) So, anyway, I thought it would be cool if I gave Italy a bit of Assassin type skills for his female counterpart, sort of like Nyo 2pish character...(hint I don't know...I just thought of Ezio and thought that Assassin Italy would be cool and Italy would still remain as her bubbly and friendly self, with minor changes...)

Anyway, let me know in the comments section down below. (I sound like a youtuber now, I just about asked to give this a like too... -_- I'm hyper...and I'm also tired. Go figure.)

Anyway lol, I hope you guys have a nice night/day, and I'll try to have another update out soon.

-blackkitten101

Updated: 9/27/17 - I changed some things around, like some dialogue and added some other things to a couple of paragraphs hoping that it will flow better. I apologize for any confusion.