A Girl?

A/N: The kink: Holy Roman Empire is actually a girl. This is a sequel to a Hetalia Kink fill by anon!author who was gracious enough to give me permission for the idea. That kink fill is absolutely amazing! I can only hope to try to do it any justice.

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Italy hummed a happy tune as he walked to his friend's house. He should have reached his destination by now, but he kept finding distractions such as the litter of cute kitties, the flock of butterflies fluttering amidst the pretty flowers, and the puppy who wanted to play fetch with him. Just as he was almost there, he saw Prussia.

"Prussia! Prussia!" Italy waved his arms around with a big smile on his face. "Oh, it doesn't look like he saw me…" He said to no one. "Hehe! I know. I'll sneak up behind him, and scare him!" Italy giggled, and started followed Prussia.

The former country, with a determined look on his face, headed into the woods, and picked up his pace. It wasn't long before Italy lost sight of him in the foliage.

"Oh…" Italy whined, and slowed down. "I wanted to surprise him…" He looked around, wondering where Prussia could have gone. "I guess I'll go…" He stopped as he heard a voice in the short distance. Italy smiled, and creep on the ground. This would be a fun prank.

As he got closer, he could hear Prussia talking with someone else. The voice sounded young but still carried authority. Sounded kind of scary to Italy.

"It's been decades, and this is all you called me out here for, Teutonic Order?" Said the unknown voice.

"You were concerned about my actions once, now I'm just concerned about you."

"Are you now? Well, you have nothing to worry about. America, it appears, has bigger…concerns…then of my own."

Italy wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he figured the other person was a country; sounded like someone he knew too. Ah well, he'd see who it was when he scared Prussia!

"Surprise!" He shouted as he leaped out of the brushes with his hands in the air; achieving the goal of his practical joke. "I found you! I…" He finally saw the other country. His heart froze. His world in utter disbelief. He stared breathless, mouth agape, at the fair haired teenage nation wearing the familiar black mantle and black hat. The last time he saw…He could feel the tears well up. "Holy Roman…?" His voice choked.

His first love's face was full of shock and anguish. Lips quivering as if wanting, trying, to say something, but the words did not come. In a blur, Holy Roman Empire turned, and swiftly ran.

"No, no! Wait!" Italy gave chase. Not again, he thought. He would not let Holy Roman Empire leave him again!

Prussia stood there after the two nations left, and cursed. No one was suppose to know…

Italy cried out to Holy Roman Empire who ran toward the Alps. He didn't slow his chase, even with the upward slopes.

"Stop!" Holy Roman Empire yelled at Italy while running.

"No!"

"Why?!" Holy Roman Empire wailed.

Italy didn't dwell on the thought long. "I want to be with you!" Yes, Holy Roman Empire was running away from him, but didn't Italy, himself, ran from Holy Roman Empire once? He was not going to give up on Holy Roman Empire.

"Hey!" He called out. "Join me!" He shouted happily, recalling the memory. Then he said the one thing he uttered so casually nowadays, but never to the one person he truly did:

"I love you!"

The resolve in Holy Roman Empire's pace dampened, and slowed, until Holy Roman Empire stopped, and sunk to the ground. Italy could hear the sobs before he even reached Holy Roman Empire.

He kneeled down, and held Holy Roman Empire tight. Real. This was real. Holding the person who had loved him even since they were children. His joyful tears flowed.

Tentatively, Holy Roman returned the hug. "Italy…" Another sob. "I'm not…I'm not Holy Roman Empire…"

"What are you talking about?" He smiled, and pulled his head back slightly to look at his beloved's face. "You're my…" He gasped. "Your eyes…" They weren't the ones he remembered. He frowned.

"Y-yes…yes my eyes. My eyes aren't blue anym…n-never have been…so…so I'm not…."

"The war did this to your eyes? Didn't it?"

Holy Roman Empire broke into another sob, and held Italy closer. "I can't be Holy Roman Empire, Italy…" Holy Roman Empire swallowed back a lump, and finally confessed: "I'm a girl." She said, pressing her small chest against his. Embarrassed by her actions, but she had to prove her claim to Italy.

He felt the soft flesh through the clothes, and blushed. Only then did he realized the faint smell on perfume, and how her voice sounded so feminine.

Taking his silence as acceptance, she continued. "So, so you see, I can't be him." More tears flowed. "I am sorry for getting your hopes…" She was silence by the gentle touch of Italy's finger over her lips. She looked up at him as his hand moved up, brushing against her cheek and her sideburns. She winced, and regretted not trimming them today.

Italy smiled. "You almost got me," he leaned in, "Holy Roman Empire," and kissed her.

They walked back together, side by side, hand in hand, both giggling like the love sick fools they were, and sighing happily.

"So, a girl, huh?" Italy laughed.

"Yeah…" She said.

"How come?"

"How come?" She looked at him confused. "Oh!" He wanted to know why the secret. "Well…" She mused back to those days. "Grandfather…wanted boys, and well," She brushed her sideburns again, "he believed I was a boy. I didn't want to disappoint him," she offered as her reason. "I could have told the truth after he passed, but…to be honest, at first I thought you were a girl…"

"What?!"

"I-it's true." She blushed, and looked away. "You were so much more girly than me." She told him curtly. Italy wanted to protest, but he knew what she said to be true. "Then one day, I heard Romano complain about his little 'brother'." She smiled up at Italy. "That was long before you came to my house." She squeezed his hand tighter. "I was already in love with you, but that made me want you even more."

Italy smiled. "I love you too, Holy Roman Empire," and he took the opportunity to bend down for another long kiss. When their lips parted Holy Roman Empire started sniffling. "What's wrong?"

"Italy…You know…I don't go by 'Holy Roman Empire' anymore, right?

Italy looked down at the blonde German girl who had captured his heart not by force, but by tenderness. At the girl whose eyes and disposition changed, humbled, greatly by defeat. At the girl who made changes to herself to hide, and to survive.

"I know,…Liechtenstein."

Liechtenstein smiled sadly at him. "I…I can't…I don't want to tell my brother. I owe him my life. I don't want him to lose his little sister. Besides," her lips started quivering again, "you deserve someone who keeps their promises and not secrets."

Italy swallowed. Liechtenstein had the same dejected look on her face the same day he last saw her as Holy Roman Empire. "Then…then let's fall in love all over again!"

"Huh?"

"Let's on a date, Liechtenstein. Let's go on many dates." He took both her hands and held them to his chest. "Because…I don't want to lose you again. No matter who you are, you're still the person I fell in love with."

Tears well up in Liechtenstein's eyes. "Italy…" She smiled brightly, and nodded.

"Yay!" Italy cheered, and, with her hands still in his, started dancing. "We're gonna date! We're gonna date!" He spun them around. "I'm gonna date a cute girl!"

Liechtenstein laughed heartily. "Oh, Italy!"

"I'm going to take you all the best places to eat in my house! We'll go on a gondola ride, and eat gelato, and…"

"It sounds so wonderful, Italy, but will you do one thing for me?"

"Anything!"

"Please buy a bulletproof vest." She said with a straight face.

A/N: We will return to your regular 'Germany=HRE' program next chapter. Same Hetalia time, same Hetalia channel.

Again, 'Liechtenstein=HRE' not my idea. I just wrote about Italy finding out. Here is the original kink fill (just take out the spaces): hetalia-kink. livejournal. ?thread= 22876563#t22876563

Heh, apparently Liechtenstein's Prime Minister did want to become friends with America's newly elected President Obama.