Title: It's a Girl Thing
Pairing: (Fem)Italy/Germany
Italy makes a deal with England and has one week as a woman to win Germany's heart, but how will Germany react when Italy's week is up and he learns the truth? Can Germany learn to see past the gender of his true love?
Chapter 3 - Day 1
Italy rolled over in his bed, yawning loudly, the early morning sun was blaring at him through the gap in his curtains but for once he didn't seem to mind. Remembering that he was in his own bed for once and not Germany's it seemed to make sense that he'd gotten more sleep, not having spent half the night just gazing at the blond sleeping peacefully next to him.
Italy slowly sat up; yawning once more and when he leant forwards long hair fell in his face. He froze, staring at the thick brown locks hanging in front of his eyes, "What the-" Italy clamped a hand over his mouth in shock. That voice wasn't his own, it was light and soft and sounded foreign coming from his mouth. With a shaking hand the Italian lowered his hand to his throat, swallowing heavily, there was no bob of Adam's apple against his palm, and even though he'd always been pretty hairless, his skin felt even smoother and impossibly soft.
He pulled his hand away sharply, staring down at the slim fingers on these tiny hands, blinking slowly, "Am I dreaming?" he whispered, biting his lip slightly as his voice still didn't sound right, it was so much more high pitched than his own...and his was pretty high pitched to begin with, "What's happening-" he stopped. A smile slowly fixing itself to his face. He remembered. He remembered exactly what had happened.
"I can't believe it worked..." Italy said softly, then let out a high pitched giggle at how different he sounded. He clamped his hands over his mouth again to stifle the giggles, but the sound of this girly laugh just made him want to laugh more.
Very slowly, Italy looked down, his tank top was hanging crookedly off one of his shoulders, slightly too big for him now, and there was a definite pair of large curves on his chest that he averted his eyes from quickly, giggling slightly again. The Italia swung his slim legs out of bed and stood, wobbling slightly, looking down at himself. Italy felt closer to the ground, he was short as a man but he somehow felt even shorter as a woman, he'd shrunk at least two inches and felt impossibly lighter. He had to grab hold of his boxers as they threatened to drop to the floor at any moment, they hung loosely over his slim curvy hips and Italy took a minute to just admire this new body he'd woken up with.
He needed to get a proper look at himself, Italy gently padded across the room to his ensuite bathroom to use the mirror. Walking was deeply unsettling, his thighs brushed together and there was nothing between them. Italy couldn't figure out how to get his feet to go straight, his hips wanted to sway, but somehow he managed to make it to the bathroom and stood with his hands braced against the sink, staring down at the faucet, taking a few deep breaths to prepare himself.
Slowly he lifted his head and stared.
...and kept on starting.
Italy blinked slowly at the face that stared back at him in the mirror. A face that definitely wasn't his own, yet there was some sort of familiarity about it. Narrow chin, a gentler angle to his jaw, fuller lips and a slimmer nose. Still big amber eyed yet they seemed even bigger in context of his smaller face. His long wavy hair tumbled past his shoulders, his fringe was still parted in the same way it was when he was a boy and his long curl was ever present at the side of his head.
He was pretty.
"Wow..." Italy whispered softly, lifting a hand to gently brush his long soft hair behind his tiny ear, grinning slightly. He had the looks, and in terms of what Germany was looking for personality wise, he had that too. Only problem was, how was he supposed to get close to Germany like this? And how was he supposed to stop Germany from wondering where the boy version of himself had got to? Italy bit his lip; he hadn't really considered this at all...he hadn't put much thought into any aspect of his plan, what on earth would he wear? He didn't have any girl clothes to change into!
"Italy!" the Italian froze, heart hammering nervously as the German's voice sounded from behind his bedroom door, "Italy you've slept through breakfast und now you have five minutes to get up, get dressed und get out onto the training ground! Japan und I are going there now und I swear if you're late I will march in here und drag you out of bed myself!"
Italy bit his lip, staying perfectly still and silent, letting out a sigh of relief as he heard the German leave back down the stairs, "That was close...I need to think of something quick!" he whispered, darting out into the bedroom, almost falling over in the process, not yet used to the way this new body operated, the two large lumps on his chest seemed to throw him off balance. He reached into his wardrobe and pulled out his usual blue military attire, throwing it on as quickly as possible.
In terms of size he wasn't that much different, but the cut of his uniform was all wrong for his new body, it didn't suit the needs of his curves and it hung off him weirdly. He went to tug on his boots when he got a close up view of his feet. They were tiny! At least three sizes smaller than his previous feet, the boots practically fell off them when he tried walking in them. Italy panicked for a moment before getting an idea; he grabbed several pairs of socks and stuffed them into the toe of the boots. It seemed to work, but he didn't half look strange in the oversized footwear.
"Germany's going to think I'm such a weird girl..." Italy muttered sadly as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He had no idea what to do with his hair, he brushed it briefly with his hands but it didn't seem to make it any neater...he was starting to realise why girls need much more time to sort out their hair then boys.
Italy shifted around uncomfortably in his shirt and jacket, his breasts felt incredibly awkward, just dangling there, he didn't know how girls coped with it!
He sighed deeply, he was feeling much less pretty now, not a lot he could do about it though. Italy needed to go and find Germany and make up some excuse before the German came and found him and demanded to know who he was...
~0~
"Count off!"
"Urm Mr Germany..."
Germany sighed, not liking to be interrupted, "Ja?"
"Shouldn't we wait for Italy?"
Germany checked his watch, "It has been just over five minutes...if he is not here within the next few seconds I will go und get him."
Japan nodded, smiling slightly nervously; he always wondered why Germany seemed to be a lot tougher on the Italian then on himself. He glanced up, furrowing his brows slightly when he saw a figure running fast towards them across the training filed. It was a young woman, for a split second the Asian could have sworn it was Italy; she was definitely wearing what looked like the Italian's uniform. But as she got closer he saw it was definitely a female racing towards them, slowly down to a skip as she got closer.
Germany saw Japan looking and turned around; ready to yell at Italy for being late. He faltered slightly when he saw this, well...beautiful young woman skipping towards them. Germany shook his head slightly, it didn't matter what she looked like, she wasn't supposed to be there.
"Ciao!" Italy sang happily as he finally came to stop in front of them both, feeling slightly giddy that they clearly couldn't recognise him; it was almost like a game.
"Excuse me but who za hell are you?" Germany snapped, rounding on her, glaring slightly.
Italy blinked slowly in surprise, he'd never noticed how tall the German was before, "Ciao, I'm uhhh..." he stopped, panicking slightly 'Oops! I forgot to think of a name!', "...I'm...I'm F-Fel...Felicia! That's it, my name is Felicia." Italy smiled, twisting his long hair around his finger.
Germany kept his glare fixed on the Italian's face, "Right und what are you doing here? This is a secret training ground, who told you you could be here?"
"Urm..." Italy kept twirling his hair sweetly, gazing up at the German, "Italy said I could be here!"
Japan looked at her in surprise, "You're a friend of Italy's?"
"Sì! He told me to come here because urm...he wanted me to replace him!"
"Replace him..." Germany said slowly, looking confused, "What do you mean replace him? Where is he?"
"He's sick, very sick; he went home last night with the flu." Italy said, thinking on his, well her, feet.
Germany's brows furrowed with concern, "Why did he not inform us of this?"
"He didn't want to trouble you." Italy said, shrugging, "...Italy is a good friend of mine and he said I should come here to train with you!"
Germany looked confused, "Train with us? But you're a woman."
Italy giggled slightly, he couldn't help it, "Sì but I need to be trained for battle!"
"Wait...are you telling me that the Italian army is accepting women into its regiment now?" Germany asked sceptically, he couldn't recall Italy mentioning such things.
"Uhhh sì! Very recently, Italy said I should come here to train with you, and that I would gain valuable experience from training with someone as strong and brave, handsome and amazing at fighting as you Mr Germany..." Italy said, stepping closer to Germany, giggling slightly.
Germany blushed visibly, turning away slightly, coughing awkwardly, "Well...since you came all this way, very well. However I would have preferred more notice, this was suddenly sprung upon us."
"Well if Italy is unwell it may be good to train some other soldiers in the Italian army." Japan said, smiling at the Italian girl, bowing in her direction, "I am Japan."
"Ciao Japan!" Italy sang, giggling again, throwing his arms around the Asian who froze in the Italian's grasp, looking incredibly taken aback.
Germany watched her curiously for a moment, his blush still not dying down, "I suppose you might as well stay with me und Japan here at my home until Italy is well enough to come back...you can stay in his room."
Italy smiled, letting go of Japan to hug the blond, "Grazie Germany!"
Germany stumbled slightly in surprise, staring down at this over excited Italian girl in his arms, his face going a deeper shade of red, "R-Right well..." he gently prized her off him, "We'll begin our training, I trust the Italian's accepted female soldiers thinking they were up to the same standard, so I won't be going easy on you."
"Okay!"
~0~
"Gott zuliebe!" Germany yelled irritably as his new Italian recruitment had stopped yet again to take another break, "Felicia get on your feet! This is no time for resting!"
Italy sighed, dragging himself up once more to carry on running, his tiny feet ached painfully and it was at least twice as hard to run in the oversized boots. He'd never been any good at laps, but as a woman he seemed to have even less stamina, the slight muscle he'd had as a man had vanished and he just couldn't find the strength to continue. Not to mention the fact that his breasts were all over the place! Bouncing around and annoying the Italian to no end, he was starting to understand the practical use for women wearing bras.
"I-I'm sorry Germany..." Italy panted heavily as he once again collapsed to the ground, "I have to rest!"
"Pathetic." Germany growled as he ran past her to catch up with Japan.
"Mr Germany, don't you think you're being too hard on Miss Felicia?" Japan asked as Germany ran along side him, slowing down as they reached the end of their final lap.
"I said I wouldn't give her any special treatment, she said she wanted to be here to train." Germany said firmly, both of them coming to a stop, panting slightly.
"Hai, but women are not built in the same way men are, it may not be her fault she cannot keep up." Japan cast a glance back over his shoulder as Felicia had gotten to her feet again and was limping after them.
"Well that's why the Italian's shouldn't have allowed women into their army! This is exactly why only men are built for war!" Germany snarled, not seeming to notice that Felicia was catching up.
"Mr Germany she's trying her best, she's no worse then Italy."
"That's what's so annoying about it! She's just as bad as Italy even though she's a woman! It just really puts into perspective how useless Italy really is if this girl can perform just as well as he can!" Germany growled, shaking his head, "Well, just as badly that is! I don't know why she's even here, if she's anything like Italy all she wants is to go und stuff her face with pasta und take a nap! She doesn't want to be here und I don't want her here!"
"Mr Germany..." Japan said softly, nodding behind him to where Felicia was stood. Germany turned around and paled, not realising she'd heard him.
Italy stood still, hunching in on himself, fists clenched together as he tried desperately not to cry. He could already feel his eyes stinging with tears and his bottom lip starting to tremble. He'd taken Germany's abuse before, it did usually upset him but he'd never been this close to tears...female hormones were getting the better of him.
Germany swallowed heavily, "Felicia-" he started but the Italian took off, suddenly not so tired anymore as she fled back to the German's house. Germany sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Gott verdammt..." he muttered softly.
"Mr Germany, perhaps we should go inside and I'll make us all some lunch..."
Germany sighed again, "Ja...okay."
~0~
Italy cried softly into his hands, tears pouring down his cheeks as he leant against the patio railings in the German's back garden. This was not how he wanted his plan to go at all. How was he supposed to become Germany's true love when the German clearly couldn't stand him? At least as a boy Germany was his friend, as a girl he just infuriated the German more than usual. Italy sniffled slightly, dabbing at his eyes, he only had one week to become Germany's love, and he was wasting time crying outside because he'd upset him.
"Miss Felicia?"
Italy turned around to see Japan step outside to join him on the patio, "...ciao Japan."
Japan smiled slightly, stepping over to her, "Are you okay?"
Italy shook his head, sniffing slightly, "...Germany hates me."
Japan shook his head, smiling sadly at her, "Miss Felicia, you should know that Mr Germany is a very ill-tempered man, he does not hate you he is just an angry person."
Italy nodded, he had a point, but it still upset him to think about what he said, "...he said he doesn't want me here."
"Mr Germany says many things he doesn't mean, I'm sure once he gets to know you he'll feel differently about it." Japan said, smiling certainly.
Italy shrugged slightly, going back to lean against the railings, dabbing at his eyes, "Doesn't matter...all Germany does is work all the time so he wouldn't be able to get to know me."
Japan faltered slightly, momentarily confused by how she might know such things, "I...I will have a word with him." the Asian retreated back into the house where the German was sat reading the paper as he ate the rice dish Japan had prepared earlier, "Mr Germany."
He looked up, "Ja?"
"Miss Felicia is very upset about the things you said...I feel you should talk to her."
Germany sighed, "Japan, she will have to get over it, I was only speaking mein mind."
"...you didn't mean everything you said Mr Germany." Japan said softly, sitting down at the table with him.
Germany put down his paper, sighing again, "Okay ja, maybe I was speaking a little out of anger, however...that doesn't mean I should have to talk to her..." he bit his lip slightly, "...what would I say?"
"You could apologise, and tell her you do want her to be here." he suggested, Germany furrowed his brows in irritation, Japan sighed, "Please Mr Germany, she's on your patio crying."
"Crying?" Germany looked at Japan in slight shock.
"Hai, she thinks you hate her."
Germany blinked slowly, looking confused, "I don't hate her...und why does she care that much about what I think of her?"
Japan smiled slightly, leaning across the table towards him, lowering his voice as he spoke, "Perhaps she doesn't feel that she is just here to be trained by you...that maybe she thinks of you in a different way."
Germany carried on looking confused until his eyes suddenly widened, and he knew what Japan meant, "Oh-Oh!" he blushed deeply, covering his face with his hand, "...I see."
Japan smiled knowingly, "Maybe you and Miss Felicia should get to know each other better...privately."
The shade of red covering Germany's face deepened, "N-Nein...that wouldn't really be appropriate."
Japan looked at him curiously, "You could just take her out for drinks, as friends...please Mr Germany, I feel this would make Miss Felicia very happy."
Germany sighed, slowly getting to his feet, "Ja, okay fine...I will talk to her..." he went through the dining room to the kitchen and out onto the patio, feeling quite guilty when he saw the Italian girl sniffling softly, wiping her eyes as she gazed out at his back garden. Germany bit his lip, coughing quietly, "Urm...Felicia..."
Italy spun around, blushing slightly when he saw the German there, "Oh...hi Germany."
Germany quickly walked over to her, rubbing the back of his neck, "Ja listen..." he bit his lip, going to stand beside her, tapping the railings of the patio, "I just...I wanted to apologise for the things I said...I was angry und stressed und that's why I said those things, I didn't mean them...und I don't hate you."
Italy smiled softly, he'd never seen the German this way before, "Grazie...I'm sorry I'm so useless."
Germany shook his head, facing her, "Nein, Felicia I shouldn't have said that, it wasn't fair of me...I don't even know you."
Italy smirked slightly, if only he knew..."It's okay Germany."
Germany nodded, attempting to smile, "Right well...Japan has made lunch so..." he went to go back into the house but faltered slightly, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly he turned to face the pretty Italian again, "Felicia..."
"Sì?"
"I was thinking...since maybe it would be a good idea to get to know each other, perhaps, you und I..." Germany turned away, going slightly red, "...perhaps we could go out und get some drinks together."
Italy stared at him, his heard hammering in his chest, "Sì...sì I would love that Germany..."
Germany nodded, cheeks still stained red, "Sehr gut...not tonight though, tomorrow night."
"Oh..." Italy bit his lip, thinking back to England's warning about him only having a week, "...we can't go tonight?"
Germany shook his head, "Nein, I have work to do tonight...I usually let Italy and Japan have the weekend off, so since tomorrow is Saturday we can go out on the Saturday night." he looked across at Felicia, blushing again at the way she was staring at him, "...if you would like that."
Italy smiled sweetly, nodding certainly, "Sì..."
Germany smiled slightly, "Right well...as I said lunch is prepared inside so...come in when you're ready." with that he left and retreated back inside, a blush still burned onto his cheeks.
Italy stood still, smiling slightly, his heart fluttering madly in his chest, "Germany just asked me on a date..." he whispered softly, a grin slowly forming on his face. He turned to follow the German back inside when he caught sight of his reflection in the window, he grimaced slightly. His uniform was muddy from having been lying on the ground, his hair was all matted and sticking out like a lion's mane, there was dirt on his face and he still looked ridiculous in the male uniform no matter how he wore it. "I have a whole day tomorrow to get sorted out; this date needs to be perfect!" Italy nodded firmly before skipping happily into the house, tripping slightly on bottom of the door in his oversized boots.
Hai - Yes
Gott zuliebe - God sake
Gott verdammt - God damnit
Sehr gut - Very good
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