Chapter four
Ludwig's day, for lack of a better word, was rather weird. It had started out normally enough, he had woken up, had a shower, woken up Gilbert (1) and had made breakfast. But the beginning of such a peculiar day had started when he checked his laptop to see if he'd gotten any E-mails, the first couple of E-mails had been normal and expected, an automated one from England reminding him that this was the second day of the world meeting, one from Italy asking if they could have pasta after the meeting (Which even if he replied with a no would probably happen anyway) and one from America which was. . . not as expected.
He had read the text on the top of the E-mail first, his left eyebrow raising with every passing word he read. Did the american actually expect him to believe this? England was probably one of the least feminine people he had met in his life (Apart from his height of course). With his large eyebrow's, rumpled suit and scraggly hair there was absolutely nothing about the English man that made him assume he was female.
But this trail of thought halted entirely when his eye's landed on the photo attached to the bottom of the E-mail, his eye's widening and a small trail of blood trickling from his nose. His brain completely froze, running at the speed of Internet Explorer to figure out what he was seeing.
Gilbert walked past him and stopped behind his younger brother, looking at the picture on the screen. "Huh. So Britain's a woman? Kesesesese! I'm sure she'd enjoy my awesome five meters! Come on West you're going to be late for the meeting! And I'm going to be late for Britain kesese!" The Prussian cackled and wandered off to find Gilbird.
His brother's lewd comment had snapped Ludwig out of his frozen state, jump starting his mind back to it's general speed. A hundred thoughts a second ran through the German's brain, before Ludwig stopped and straightened out his mind.
England was a woman, female, not male. This thought repeated itself constantly as Ludwig got ready for the meeting. A second thought interrupted this one though. How had America managed to take such a photo? It was obvious from the way the picture looked that England hadn't been aware of it being taken. This made his fist clench in anger, although he and England weren't on the best of terms that didn't mean he wanted pictures of a naked England floating around, that was just cruel!
Another thought came around as he gelled his hair back and got into his suit. Why had England keep her true gender a secret? Of course in the centuries before now women were seen as less than men but that had changed throughout the ages, now a woman could do anything a man could without controversy following them. Was it because she lived near France? That was as reasonable as any reason could be, he knew if he were female and lived near the perverted nation he wouldn't want France to know he was a woman.
And finally Ludwig's last thought passed through his mind, this day was going to feel outrageously long, no matter how short it truly would be.
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Arthur sighed as he was coddled to Hungary's side, a feint blush dusting his cheeks (After all, how embarrassed can you be about a woman's body if you have one too?). The pan wielding woman had discarded the frog in a nearby garbage can and refused to let the brit leave afterwards. What was truly wrong with everyone today? Although France had always been grabby and flirtatious he had never actually tried to kiss him before in all the centuries they had known each other, and Hungary had barely known him before now and suddenly she was treating him like a poor shivering victim! If Arthur hadn't been the gentlemen he was (Or if Hungary hadn't been female) he would have already scolded her, but he was too thankful for what she had done for him previously, the least he could do was let her hug him for a while.
"Er. . .Miss Hungary. . .Could you please let go of me now?. . ." He awkwardly tried to shift away from the Hungarian.
"Oh, dear of course!" The nation gushed as she looked down at the delicate blonde. It was obvious to her that England was still nervous after the attack and didn't want to displease her savior, the poor girl was still shaken up. This made Hungary want to dig up the french man just to beat him up more and stuff him in another garbage can, preferably one with rotten food in it.
"Yes. . .Well, we should probably get back to the meeting room, shouldn't we?" England suggested as he got up and looked down at the Hungarian women.
"Yes, we should!" Hungary really hadn't meant to speak so loudly, but she was still rather angry at France and couldn't help herself, although she did feel bad when she saw the English woman jump slightly.
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Germany couldn't help but blush slightly as his eye's landed upon the brit being lead back into the meeting room by the Hungarian, he couldn't get the image of England being naked out of his head, and seeing the nation in question didn't help keep it from his attention. Although knowing her secret did make him notice certain part's of her much more easily. For instance, he could now see that England's lips were full and a slight pink, her cheek's looked much more soft now and he couldn't help but see the way she swayed her hip's slightly. . .from left. . .to right.
He nearly slapped his head as a blushed exploded onto his face, he wasn't that perverted! What was he thinking?! Italy looked over questioningly and tilted his head slightly.
"Ve?~ Germany what's wrong? Are you thinking about the new bella?~" Italy ve'd again and looked over to England, his smile becoming much more dopey and sappy. "Bella~ Bella! Ve~" Germany would never know what went through his friend's head as the Italian rambled on about bella's and pasta, although it did take his mind off. . .certain things.
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England sat down in her chair and Hungary sat next to him, glaring at any nation's that had potential to harass the newly discovered female nation. After a few minutes France sauntered in, looking like he hadn't just been beaten up and thrown into a trash can, although he did avoid sitting next to England, feeling Hungary glaring daggers into the back of his aching head.
The British country started writing down notes as Germany started the meeting, mentally noting the slight blush on the tall nation's face, 'probably from yelling at someone' the English man thought, already scrawling across the pages of his notebook.
The minutes ticked away as England trailed on through his notes, slowly losing the sense of time. This is what made his note's the best, when he wasn't arguing with the frog or America he payed perfect attention to whoever was talking at the moment, although he thought he might have recalled one nation that he couldn't pay attention to, what was his name again? Either way, it meant America was always coming around to read off his notes, although he did scold his former colony he allowed him to read his notes. After all, he knew the trouble you got in when you didn't pay attention in meetings (With the previously stated arguing with France and America).
Finally it was time to leave and go home (Or in anyone else's case, go to your motel room). England shuffled through his papers and fitted them into his brief case, getting ready to leave and forget this peculiar day. Although it seemed that someone was going to throw his plan's off course.
"Hey, Iggy!" England heard from behind himself, he glanced over his shoulder, already knowing who it was thanks to that horrible nickname.
"Why do you insist on calling me by that dreadful name?" England asked as a greeting, looking at the energetic nation.
"No reason! Hey Iggy wanna come with me for lunch?" America asked as he grabbed England's hand and half dragged half lead the short nation to the meeting room's exit.
"I'd rather not actually, I'm not feeling in the mood for burgers today" She answered back dryly, her half lidded emerald eye's looking up at him, why hadn't he noticed how cute England was before?
"That's okay why don't we go down to this cafe I saw while getting here?" America asked as he kept leading the female nation to his car.
"Well. . .okay then. . ." England said looking weirdly at America, he didn't want ham burgers today? Had the world gone mad?
England couldn't have possibly known that this would be the first "date" that he'd gone on in a very long while, but then again, how could he have known what people thought he was today?
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1- If two countries are close enough they refer to each other by their human name's and when they aren't at meetings or doing their nation duties they refer to themselves by their human names.
Hey guys! Sorry that this fanfic wasn't updated any sooner I just wasn't really in the mood to write you know? (Also sorry for the crappy exuse) I tried to make this chapter a little longer so the wait didn't seem as bad but I really hope you find this to be a good chapter.
Anyway please comment! Any helpful criticism is appreciated