Authors note: This fanfiction was not written by me, but by my awesome best friend and colleague writer Betelgeuze. I was just a translator (she only writes stories in Czech and German). I have no beta at the moment, so feel free to correct any mistakes in grammar and language in general, I'll appreciate it! :D
Also - I don't own Hetalia nor Emma's ribbon
Appearances are deceptive
Chapter one - prologue
"You're worried about something, aren't you?" guessed Hungary, before she carefully took a sip from her cup. We were sitting together in one Brussels café, drinking creamy hot chocolate, supposedly the best in Belgium. It was delicious, with bio whipped cream at the top. Hungary visited my country because the European council had been discussing her joining the Union. (We had spent whole morning with paperwork, but nothing got done – you know what these meeting are like.) So I invited her to café when we had a break. Hungary was my best friend, besides Spain and Romano. But I was sure they would judge my problem as "typical woman issue". They wouldn't understand. Hungary was taking another sip of chocolate, when she realized that her nose had dipped in cream. She chuckled, licked the cream and looked at me. "You're in love, Emma." she said. (Her sense in these things will never stop confusing me.) "You got it." I said with a slight blush and I fixed my ribbon. Hungary continued. "Well, who is the lucky one? As I know, it is nearly impossible to find here a man that isn't gay." She giggled, but her face showed she was thinking deeply. I tried interrupting her, but she continued to talk immediately. "It can't be Roderich, he's such a misanthrope!" She grinned. "So the next candidates that came to my mind are Gilbert or Francis." In pretended horror she made her eyes wide and laid her hand on her chest. "Please, don't tell me it's Francis!" I shook my head. "That's alright; I'll find it out anyway." I rubbed my green frilly dress nervously. Hungary had a lot of qualities but patience and listening weren't one of them. I just wasn't able to tell her the truth. I wasn't able to tell her that I like women.
