A/N: Dude totally psyched about getting to post this with you guys! Not that anybody will probably read it, but I hope a few people out there enjoy it. I have to say this before I go one that I love, love, all the male countries as they are. I am also using their human names in this, so just bear with me!
Fem!America: Just get on with the stupid story!
Kate: *sigh* Fine, sheesh some people! Have some patience!
Fem!Prussia: Katesmak does not own Hetalia, just the female versions of the nations that are in this story.
If she did own Hetalia, let's just say… all of us would be very… different…
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"ITALY GET YOUR BUTT MOVING I VILL NOT LET YOU MAKE ME LATE TO ANOTHER MEETING!" Shouted an angry German, dragging a small Italian behind him.
"Ve~ But Germany we are already in the meeting hall how could we be late!" The voice that started out quiet quickly escalated to a whining pitch.
"You know, Germany-san, Itary does have a point-"
"JAPAN WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?!" Ludwig asked as they finally arrived at the door to the meeting room, making the strict blonde a bit less edgy.
Kiku looked a bit stressed at the question, "Umm… I-I'd rather not make the choice." Oh I knew I should have stuck to sensing the mood and not taken America-san's advice on trying to voice my opinions more, thought the panicking Japanese man, that would teach Kiku to take Alfred's advice no matter how heroic he claimed it to be.
"Ve~ Germany you're so mean, first you take away my pasta before I was done, then you yell at me and Japan! I-I w-w-wish… Wahhhh!" Germany ended up with an armful of blubbering idiot before the meeting had even started, though that would have ended up with him in this state eventually might as well get it over with early.
The tall nation looked around for some help with this situation but found no one and Kiku was just standing there waiting to go in the room, so he wouldn't help…
Ludwig pushed the doors open and set Feliciano in his usual chair before going to the front to set up his papers knowing he would be running the G8 meeting before the end of the hour. While he was doing so he noticed a strange lack of any kind of arguing or yelling or anything… which was really odd, unless Arthur and Francis had come to some sort of truce, but that was stretching things. It wasn't very possible either.
Looking up from his notes Ludwig saw all of the other nations cowering from a girl who had her back turned to him, "ALL OF YOU STOP COWERING AND YOU WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He shouted giving himself a headache, it was much too early to be yelling this much but with these countries it was necessary. All of the countries just continued to shake in fear, the girl in question had short dirty blonde hair covered with a brown cowboy hat, a plain white tank top and denim shorts. The scary thing about her though was the hunting rifle slung over her shoulders and the twin pistols strapped to her thighs, the tough blonde almost fainted when she turned to face him and he spotted the bedazzled letter across her shirt spelling out, 'USA'. On the bridge of her nose lay Texas and Nantucket stood at attention from under her hat.
"A-America?" Stuttered the surprised country, trying to process what was happening.
She glared in his direction, "Yeah what's it to ya?" She snapped, before turning back to the cowering countries, laughing and pulling the twin pistols out of their holsters, "Now if any of ya move before my friends get here you'll get a bullet through the brain." The scary woman laughed and took the safety off.
"Why didn't you tell us you were a girl America? THAT IS SO UNAWESOME!"
The female America gave Gilbert a cold look, "The only thing here that is 'unawesome' is your ability to tell me apart from that spaz of a brother I have to deal with." She sounded like murder personified when she said the word brother, but these words also sent the men into more of a frenzy than they already were.
"What America has a sister, when did this happen and how come nobody told me?!" Freaked a British gentleman starting to go through a midlife crisis, curled on the floor taking comfort from a French frog who for once wasn't trying to get anything out of it.
"Well there have always been two representatives, if you idiots would stop arguing for one second and looked around you would have figured that out by now," half of the 'idiots' she was lecturing just blinked like they had no clue what she was talking about and the other half stared into space not caring about what she was saying anymore, another wave of the gun brought all f them back to attention
Except one, who had regained his composure, "Bloody Hell, don't lie to us I'm pretty sure that we all would have known if there was another female representative!" But sadly he soon lost said composure again, shaming himself by yelling at a lady, an unspoken promise that he had made to himself a long time ago after his pirate days.
"Shut up! You don't know anything; trust me there are many countries out there that know about there other representative, for example, Hungary? Or Belarus? Maybe Liechtenstein?" She raised an eyebrow at the child like men in front of her.
"What does Hungary have to do with this?" The awesome Prussian asked in return.
"For a nations main rep. to be female she has to prove herself stronger and more able then her male counterpart, all of the girls among you had to fight for their titles, even Liechtenstein who is much stronger than she looks, even before she was trained by Switzerland." They all gasped when the big picture was finally seeable in their tiny brains.
"Wait so that means they have a male-"
"HEY GUYS LISTEN TO ME AND My total…" Alfred's voice faded off before he could finish his sentence.
Standing in the door way he processed the situation much faster than the others had and pulled out his own twin pistols as soon as he spotted her, they square off, mirror images of each other, same stance, same everything right down to the pistols.
"Ashley what are you doing here?" The American male growled from his position in front of the door, never taking his eyes off her or lowering his weapons, which was fine because neither did she.
"What I can't stop by and visit my dear, dear brother?" Ashley asked as sweetly as she could though America could see right through her innocent act.
"No, not after the last time you were just 'visiting' and tried to poison me!" He shouted at his sister, she sighed; he never would forgive her for doing that.