Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia. I'm working on it though…
It's a Woman's World
Alania's eyes widen as a flurry of voice assaulted her with a series of questions and demands. They all acted as if they had never met her before.
"America-san?"
"What the hell?"
"We can't just leave here like that!"
"I liked America better as a boy…Ve-"
"No matter what gender you are, you still owe me money, aru."
She took a sharp breath and resisted the urge to scream because of the chaos surrounding her. It was just too much. England screaming at France as the Frenchman made some provocative comment. Italy was having a mini-meltdown over the dilemma. Prussia and Denmark were roaring with laughter until the Prussian was smacked on the head with a frying pan. Other nations were speaking in varying tones and volumes to each other. Germany, however, seemed like was going to have none of it.
"That is enough!" he shouted above the noise. No one seemed to hear him. And if they did, they didn't care.
Alania closed her eyes and took a breath.
'I am the United States of America. I need the nations as much as they need me. But, no one is as powerful as me," she reminded herself. "Assert you're authority. Take control.'
"Hey!" she shouted and several heads turned to face her. "All of you sit down and get a hold of yourselves!"
By this time everyone had heard her and were either obeying reluctantly or obeying sheepishly and willingly. Even Germany, the usual macho director of the meeting obeyed the fiery blonde.
"I don't know what all of you are thinking. But, this is inexcusable! We are here to achieve something. And all of you are acting like children!"
She stared all of them in the eyes, hoping they didn't see the unease in her gaze. Something had been off ever since she stepped in the room. There had been something foreign in England's stare. And Mattie had been a bit more than surprised and shaken to see her.
She decided to ignore the odd feelings and instead turn her focus to the meeting.
She turned to Germany. "I believe that I had a presentation that I was late to deliver."
Germany replied seeming rather flustered and surprised, "Ja, ja. Um… go ahead America."
"Thank you, Germany," she said trying not to let a smug tone in her voice after seeing the German so surprised. She made her way to the head of the table and prepared herself to give her presentation.
'No one is as powerful as you.'
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Canada was freaking out. No, correction, he was beyond freaking out, if there was a point beyond that. America was a girl and was now magically professional and ready to get down to work.
He tried to pay attention to her as she gave her presentation. And she was delivering it flawlessly, talking about legitimate solutions and not fictional heroes. But, it was so hard to focus.
England kept exchanging concerned glance with France. The Frenchmen returned the sentiment and was texting to his circle of friends. Italy was still in confused state, looking like he was going to cry. Hungary, Belgium, and several other female nations were looking overly eager expressions to the "new" America.
Canada looked down at his paper and began to tap his pen against his paper. It left an assortment of sporadic dots on his paper. He was tired, bored, and on top of everything America was now a girl. It was just the cherry of his entire problem.
"And that concludes my presentation," Alf-Alania said. "Now, who's next?" She smiled brightly and her blue eyes twinkled. She was beautiful…and something to be protected.
He swore to himself that if anyone tried to take advantage of her, he would kill that person. He cared to deeply for America to let someone take advantage of her.
"We will break for lunch," Germany announced. "We will return in an hour to finish today's agenda."
And in that magical moment, nations automatically got up and left the room in varying stream, in their groups of course. Canada would usually go with America. But, the American was surrounded by a concerned France and England.
"Yo, Mattie," Alania called to him. "Get over here." She laughed and gave wide smile.
He made her way to America, England, and France. The latter two of the trio were looking at the girl with concern and borderline anxiety. Lingering not too far from them were Italy, Germany, and Japan all three seeming equally concerned.
"What's up with you?" she asked punching him lightly on the shoulder. "You look like you're going to pee your pants." She laughed uneasily her eyes diverting away from him. "But seriously, Mattie, what's up?"
"Nothing," he rushed his words. "Nothing just tired."
She gave a tight smile. "You're an awful liar. Iggy, France, you know what's up with Mattie?"
"Je ne sais pas," France said crossing his arms, his eyes looking down at the ground. "Poor Matthew seems so distressed."
"Alania, why don't we get some lunch?" England said trying to guide her out of the meeting.
'He's trying to distract her. He's wants to get more information,' Canada thought to himself. 'He can fix her with his magic stuff. If anyone can, he can.'
"Umm… okay Iggy," she smiled uneasily. "I'll see you later, 'kay?"
Canada gave a small smile and nodded. As odd as it was to see America as a girl, he had to admit it was kind of nice to have a sister. He had always wanted to know what it was like to have a sister.
He heard it was nice.
He turned to France and gave him a blank look. He only got a blank look in return which surprised him. It was odd. France always knew what to do with love, anger, and family. If France didn't know what to do, they were screwed.
"I don't know what to do," Canada whispered to France. "I really don't know. What if she can't go back to normal? I don't have anything against girls. But, I want my brother back!"
He bit his lip and looked France in the eye. He knew that Germany, Italy, and Japan were still in the room. Italy, however, was dragging Germany outside the door. Japan was walking at a slower pace as if trying to hear his conversation.
"Je ne sais pas non plus."
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Japan was utterly fascinated with America. She was still strong and independent just like in her male form. Yet, she was so different. She was professional, willing to take control, and vulnerable.
He had noticed that America-san was more vulnerable as a woman. When she was speaking he could see the unease, anxiety, and fear. And he could completely understand. In a world dominated by men, a woman trying to take control in a professional setting was face with a daunting task.
But, America-san was very pretty…
'No, America-san is a friend,' he reminded himself. 'And America-san is a he.'
In the whole debacle, he had nearly forgotten that America-san was a male. She commanded a room so well. A smile from her could have charmed the world. And one word from her could send the world into to chaos.
"Ve- Japan, are you coming?" Italy asked with a lighthearted tone. He was still clinging to Germany tightly. The German gave him a tight smile and gazed back at the Italian.
He nodded and moved closer to the odd pair. They had been together for so long and would always be friends…no matter how strange they could all be.
As they made their way to the lunch room, he was welcomed by the soft noise of conversation and the smells of food from all over the world.
He grabbed an empty table with Germany and Italy, which wasn't a hard. Most nations stayed within their groups and didn't jump from group to group…very often. There was the one time that Hungary had gotten everyone to change tables and groups for a day. It had ended in chaos and destruction.
"What would like to eat, Italy?" Germany asked the little Italian.
"Ve- Germany, can we have pasta?" the Italian asked an airy smile on his face.
Japan knew what was coming up next. Germany was going to go on a rant about having pasta having every day. And Italy would defend his love of pasta and convince Germany to have pasta with him. And Japan would nod and say that he agreed with Italy.
It was how mealtime always ended up being.
Japan tried to focus on his own food pushing a piece of tuna around with his chopsticks.
A voice another table called out to him, "Yo, Japan!"
He froze, like a deer caught by headlights. He hadn't wanted to speak to America-san. He wasn't prepared to social interaction. He was made for sensing the mood!
But the girl had made her way to their table and put a gentle hand on his shoulder.
'He's not invading my personal space,' he thought to himself in wonder.
"What's up?" she asked in a polite and subdued way.
Ā, kuso.
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AN: Hello, people of the interweb! The next chapter is up!
So here are some fun facts about America: I've decided to model her after Eadlyn Schreave from The Heir by Kiera Cass. Both girls seem to have that I can do it, I can make it in a position normally dominate by men. For Eadlyn, it was ruling a country. For America, it was being the world superpower. Hence the whole, "No one is as powerful as me," mantra.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks and R&R!