Note: Switzerland is female. This is the sequel of "Secrets". The pairings: Female Swiss X All. Mostly Swiss x Prussia. Enjoy!
Origin of this Fanfiction: It is said that the creator of Hetalia originally intended Switzerland to be female. It is stated that Germany finds this out while he was shopping and sees Switzerland in a dress. But he also thought that it would be good to see a manly man grocery shopping. He picked the manly man part so… Yeah.
It was another world conference. Everything, as usual, was in utter chaos. England and France battling over something, America talking like it's the end of the world, Belarus trying to make her brother marry her, Turkey bothering Greece, and so on.
"Miss Elizabeta!" Liechtenstein called out. The brunette looked up to answer any questions her fellow nation asks. "Where is my big bruder?" the blonde asked, clearly concerned.
Alarmed, Hungary scanned the room and bit her lower lip. She opened her phone and dialed the Swiss' number. "Hello? Vash? Hello?"
"Mm, hello?" Switzerland's voice answered.
"Where are you?"
"At Roderich's."
"Why are you still there?" Hungary demanded. "We have a conference!"
The blonde nation struggled under the covers before sitting up. "I'll be right there!" She clicked the phone off and groaned.
"What's the matter, Swissy?" a voice muttered under the blankets.
Green eyes widened, she pulled the blankets down and stared at Prussia. The white haired nation sat up and yawned. The first thing he saw was the barrel of a gun pointing on his forehead. "What are you doing here?" the green eyed nation demanded.
The former nation blinked a couple of times before grinning like an idiot. "The awesome me just~!"
"We had sex?" the female shrieked.
"Kesesese, sadly the answer is no."
Switzerland patted her chest area and sighed in relief when her hands were met by fabric. She got out of the bed and dashed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Prussia laughed and laid back.
"Hey," the voice inside the bathroom called out.
"Yeah?"
"Whatever happened here should not be brought outside."
"Kesesesese, sure, Swissy," the white haired male replied.
After a few minutes, the blonde got out of the bathroom with only a towel. Prussia's face turned red as a tomato and clutched his nose when he felt red liquid spewing out of it. The Swiss was too occupied with her thoughts when she left the room. She went to where her uniform was and started dressing. "Damn, I forgot the bandages," she cursed. Digging through her bag, she found her bra. Finally ready, she got her bag and dashed out of the house.
"Hey!" Prussia called out but the blonde was already out of earshot. "You forgot your mask and wig!" he bellowed as he raised the two objects. "Verdammt," he cursed.
HETALIA!
"Everyone, listen up!" Germany yelled. He slammed his fist on the table so that every nation present would keep quiet. "This is supposed to be a formal conference! Raise your right hand when you talk! You are given only~!"
The door slammed open to reveal a panting figure. A green-clad female straightened the rifle on her back then gave a smart salute. "Sorry for the tardy behavior," she apologized. Her eyes were a deep hue of green, roundish and smooth face framed by long golden locks, pink kissable lips, and figure that is considered perfect.
Every pair of eyes was on the new arrival. The male nation's jaws were on the floor, even Netherlands and Norway.
Hungary clasped her mouth in shock. Liechtenstein stood up with eyes wide as plates. Belgium's jaw was slightly agape. Belarus's eyes widened and the knife she was holding fell on the floor.
"What?" the female demanded.
Germany was the one who got out of the entrancing figure's spell first. "You are from what nation?" he asked.
The figure raised a brow as if stating 'Are you kidding me?' "Switzerland," the female replied.
All the male's eyes grew wider. The blond chick then sat next to her sister and sighed.
"Big bruder, take a look," the younger one whispered and gave Switzerland a compact mirror.
The Swiss complied. Green eyes widened when she saw her real image instead of the stoic mask she always wore. "Verdammt," she hissed.
"Okay," Germany muttered. "Let us continue…"
While the blue eyed nation was blubbering, eyes still kept their gaze at Switzerland.
A vein popped on the trigger-happy female's forehead. "What are you looking at?" she demanded.
"Are you serious, mate?" Australia stated loudly, stopping Germany from talking and getting everyone's attention. "I thought all Swiss were guys."
Switzerland's eye twitched in irritation. She pulled her trusty rifle from her back and clicked the safety pin off. Everyone, out of instincts, dived under the conference table for their own safety. Those poor souls who were late to react were turned into shooting targets.
"Great. Now we have a trigger-happy representative who acts just like Vash," England stated, completely furious at Australia.
"Imposter or not, she is hot!" America commented excitedly.
"I agree with Mr. America. The representative is 'hot'" Japan murmured, gesturing a quotation mark with his fingers.
Spain chuckled. "The senorita above us is very energetic. Mind if I conquer her vital regions," he muttered, green eyes flashing challenge.
"You hang out with mein bruder too much, Spain," Germany commented. "But I am not letting you do as you please."
"Ve, do you not think she's hot, Germany?" North Italy asked. His blonde friend turned red but never bothered to answer the question.
When the sound of a gun being fired ceased, everyone looked up. Belarus and Hungary had speared [Edge's move from WWE] the Swiss on the floor while Liechtenstein disarmed her. "Stop this nonsense. We are in a meeting, Big Bruder!"
Everyone's jaw, except for Liechtenstein, Belarus, Belgium, and Hungary's, dropped for the second time that day.
"Vash 'the stoic, trigger-happy, always-wants-to-kill-you' Zwinglli is a female?" America yelled and pointed at the figure being restrained by the two scariest/manliest nations in the room.
"No he is not," a voice echoed. There standing near the door was Prussia. His red eyes were shadowed by his hair as he walked towards the female. "You alright?" he asked.
Switzerland's face turned red as Prussia helped her up. Hungary and Belarus was too surprised to move from their spot. "I'm fine!" she snapped and pushed the white haired nation away. She then stormed out of the conference area with amazing speed as everyone watched in disbelief. Liechtenstein ran after her sibling.
The German brothers stared at each other before Germany opened his mouth. "What just happened?" he mouthed to his older brother.
"Explain to you later," the Prussian answered back before walking towards the exit. "Don't make this an issue here," he warned.
Germany cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "We have to continue our conference," he announced formally.
"But, come on, Vash is a girl! A female! A wo~!" The hero nation stopped mid-sentence when he felt a dark aura surrounding him. He saw that every female nation encircled him with smiles on their faces. Hungary was patting the butt of her pan on her hand, Belarus licked the butter knife she was holding, Vietnam removed the flower on her hair, revealing a sharpened needle, Belgium brought out two violet chocolates, Ukraine pulled a dagger from between her cleavage, and Monaco removed her glasses.
"Mr. Alfred," Hungary chirped as she tightened her grip on her weapon. "Lili's bruder is a male. And nobody in this room will tell us otherwise." She pointed the pan at the spectacled nation.
America stepped back a little. "Um, guys, a little help here?" he stated and looked around for some help.
"Couldn't help you, mi amigo. We are just as terrified as you," Spain chuckled nervously.
"Sorry, Alfred-san," Japan apologized.
"'s what ya get fer 'ffending Vash," Denmark chuckled. Norway had to slam his brother's head on the ground to stop him from getting more annoying.
"Now could we finish this meeting? After that everyone may happily kill each other," Germany stated as he massaged his temples.
The females lowered their weapons. "Alright," Belgium murmured. She then gave a smile and clapped her hands together. "Everyone, sit." She tossed the violet chocolate on a random corner. The floor where the food was placed sizzled and smoked.
Everyone was now on their proper seats and listening to the German who was leading the conference. To anyone who isn't a nation, this was a very awkward meeting; the atmosphere was thick with fear, the smiles that the female's gave was 'I'm-gonna-kill-you-if-you-start-babbling-about-nonsense' smile, and the male nations were attentively listening and asking related topics.
Once the conference was over, most of the nations filed out. Germany was left inside the room waiting for everyone to leave. He was unconsciously staring at Hungary and demanding some explanations. The brunette only smiled at him and left with Austria in tow. The German then sighed and prayed that his older brother could help in explaining all this.
Hetalia!
Switzerland screamed her heart out when she got to the lake where she spends her free time alone. "Verdammt!" she hissed one last time before collapsing on the grass. "They already know," she stated as she closed her eyes.
"So?" a voice broke her thoughts. A figure sat next to her then dumped something on her chest. "Here."
Green eyes snapped open to glare at the intruder. "Gilbert," she hissed. "What are you doing here?" she demanded. Looking down on the item deposited on top of her, her expression changed.
"Ze awesome me thinks this is not awesome," the Prussian muttered as he gazed at the sky.
Switzerland looked at the taller male. "What are you talking about?"
"It's not awesome that you hide your face in a mask."
The blonde sat up and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's better that way. I can't be taken seriously if I am a female," she snapped.
"Don't think like that, Swissy," the albino former-nation murmured rather quietly. "You're better off without that blasted thing anyway."
"What?" Switzerland faced Prussia. She sat up and demanded the German to continue.
"You are already neutral. You brought fear to anyone who goes beyond your imaginary line. Heck even West's crazy boss didn't conquer you!" Prussia stated energetically. "Even if they know you're a female, your traits would be the same. It's awesome!"
Green eyes stared at red ones. She could not find any trace of mischief nor betrayal in his eyes. Sighing, Switzerland hugged her knees and mumbled something incoherent.
"What was that?" Prussia asked and crawled nearer to the Swiss.
"I'll give it a try," the female sighed in defeat. "Now get your ass out of here before I blast it away."
Prussia stood up and gave his signature laugh. "Awesome! Now I could finally conquer your vit~!"
BANG! And everything went black for the albino nation.
Switzerland didn't even raise her head when she pulled the trigger of her revolver. She stared at the lake for a few minutes before a smile spread across her face. "Your right, Gil, maybe it's better to let my real face show once in a while," she whispered. She thought what she said for a few seconds before shaking her head. "Nope. That would just cause some problems."
Little did the Swiss know that the mask will somehow be lost and she has to cope with it until her personalized replacement is shipped.
Boring introduction…