I'M SOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG T^T I will try to update more.

I will probably never get out of the Hetalia fandom, so this story probably won't be one that I'll give up on or forget about, which happens waaaaay too often to me -.-

Anyways, I'm now on Chapter 2~! I watched the Nyotalia episode of Hetalia: Beautiful World, and Nyo!Japan was soooooooooo cute~! I instantly loved her and I thought 'Hmmm, what if Japan was really a girl but kept it hidden?' And considering the otaku side of Japan, I wouldn't put it beneath Japan. And thus! This story was made!

I hope you enjoy it~!

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Japan sighed and closed the door to her hotel room, locking it behind her so she could relax. Taking off her jacket, she hung it on the back of the door and laid down on the bed, now realizing exactly how tired she was. Sitting up, she pulled off her T-shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, folded them, placed them on her suitcase, then let her hair down and curled under the blankets. With the door locked, no other countries could get in and see her like this. It would be humiliating to be caught by another country, let alone a male country, in only her chest bandages and her boxers(she refused to wear actual panties unless she was wearing a skirt). Reaching over, she turned the light off, and felt sleep pull at her. Keeping her secret could be tough at times, but it was still easy to fake her gender. Practise had allowed her to keep her voice a octave or two lower than her real female voice, her hair was put up, and, of course, her chest was held flat by bandages. She shuddered at the memory of puberty and gaining breasts in the first place. It was bad, considering that she had pretty much no one to turn to because she wanted her gender a secret, so she had to learn from books pretty much. She got the hang of it easily though.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, there was a pounding on her door "Yo! Japan, come on! We're gonna get some drinks!"

"Stop banging on his door!" She heard England scold the loud nation. Go away! Japan screamed in her head. Knowing they wouldn't leave unless she did something, she spoke, her voice still low "I'm not feeling well, go on without me."

After hearing no response for a while, she was about to speak again, until Britain spoke "Do you need help, Japan?" "N-No! I'll be fine after some rest." Japan pulled the blankets over her head after hearing America's muffled whine "Dude, that sucks!" "Just leave him alone, America, you're not exactly being helpful. Japan, can we bring you anything?" "No, but thank you for offering." She heard footsteps(and America's whining) lead away from the room, making her relax again, and eventually fall asleep.

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Japan woke up to a tapping on her door. Groaning, she got up and looked at the clock, 6:00 pm. She had gotten back to her room at 3, so she had been asleep for three hours. Sitting up, hearing her back pop, she got out of bed and trudged to the door, and peeked through the peephole.

Hungary was on the other side of the door.

"Open up, Japan! I got something for you to wear!"

"This can't be good..." Opening the door, she pulled Hungary in, then shut and locked the door again.

Hungary gasped when she saw Japan "Oops, did I wake you up?" "Hai, but it's fine," She stretched, now speaking in her female voice"I needed to get up anyway." Hungary sat on Japan's bed, her suit for the meeting now replaced with one of her typical maid dresses. Looking at her now, Japan wondered if Prussia really did used to think Hungary was a boy.

Japan grabbed her button-up shirt and put it on, buttoning it up "What do you have for me to wear?" Hungary smiled brightly, but deviously at the same time, making Japan get a horrible feeling in her gut, then pulled something out of the bag she had been carrying.

Japan's jaw dropped when she saw what she was holding. A navy blue and white school girl top and skirt. Hungary thrust it into her arms "Isn't it adorable~?! I thought you would look cute in it~!" Japan looked at the clothing and sighed.

"Hungary-san, arigatou for the thought, b-but I can't wear that, the other's would figure me out." Hungary puffed out her cheeks and huffed in irritation "Aww, but will you at least keep it? It would look so cute on you!"

"M-Maybe," She folded the outfit and put it neatly in her suitcase ",arigatou."

"You're welcome." Hungary got up "Well, I'll leave you to relax. Have a nice evening, Japan~" Hungary opened the door and left, leaving Japan to shut and lock it again.

Biting her lip, she looked to her suitcase, and, even though she told Hungary that she couldn't wear it, she really really wanted to try it on. After staring at the suitcase containing the clothing for a few minutes, she shook her head.

I'll try it on when I go home tomorrow! She decided Speaking of which, I should pack.

Hurrying around her room(not like it was a mess anyway) she packed her stuff and left out an outfit for tomorrow, along with some fresh bandages.

Considering she never brought too much from home, it was easy to repack anything put out.

Picking up the pants and shoes she wore earlier, she went into he bathroom, tightened her bandages, but cringed when she felt it get a little tighter than usual. Pulling up her pants and tying her shoes, then fixing her hair to make it short, then cleared her throat and spoke a few lines until she got the voice down. It make her throat itch to talk like this at times, a factor of why she had a habbit of keepin quiet until feeling the need to speak up, like when Greece and Turkey fought over who she liked more, something that made her very uncomfortable.

Walking out, she left the room and went into the hallway, now hungry.

As she walked down the halls, she felt herself getting more and more lightheaded and dizzy, the pressure increaing on her chest, her breathing becoming ragged and quick, getting to the point where she had to press her hand to the wall to keep from falling.

"Ve~! Japan~!"

Oh..no... She felt something heavy collide with her back and wrap it's arms around her in a bear hug.

"America told me you were sick! Are you okay?" Italy spoke, worry in his voice.

I can barely push him away. I...tied the bandages too...tight..

"I'm fine Italy...just...please...get off..."

The room got dark and the floor rushed to meet her as she heard Italy shriek, his arms flailing to catch her just seconds after letting her go.

"GEEEEERRRRRMMMMMAAAAAANNNNNYYYYYY!"

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NOTE: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM!

And if you have any ideas about what should happen next, send me a message.^^