A/N: Oh, Fem!Prussia...how challenging you are for me. But fun. OMG MATTHEW'S A BOY! This never happens with me, people! History in the making!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Beilshmidt
Gillian Beilshmidt is a very confusing, but frustratingly simple girl and it really helps to know a few things about her.
She's albino.
She occasionally forgets that she's albino until someone reminds her.
Her favorite music genera is heavy metal
She has a younger twin sister named Monica.
And said sister (as she reminds her regularly) has a stick up her ass.
She has a rather long fuse and it takes a lot to get her angry.
But if she explodes, you don't want to be in the room when it happens.
Her best friends are Carmen Carriedo and Frani Bonnefoy.
She really loves Mrs. Carriedo's cooking.
Her mom teaches Home Ec.
Her prize possession is her grandfather's Prussian Iron Cross.
And she is awesome.
Very awesome.
Which is exactly what she was trying to tell everyone as they made their way to fourth period biology.
However, as it always does when Frani's around, the subject had migrated to boys.
"There really are some cute guys in our grade, though," Frani observed, as they entered the classroom, "Rather sexy, dare I say it."
Finding seats, Frani attempted to sit with Alice, who kicked her off her seat, so settled with sitting next to Carmen.
Gillian, also being rejected from sitting next to Alice, found a seat at an empty table just as the bell rang.
"Sexy?" Gillian demanded, "Maybe mildly attractive. But, so far, I have yet to find a boy who even comes close to my standards of se-"
Just then, the door burst open as two boys entered the classroom. One of them, to Alice's disdain, was the very Alfred F. Jones that had run into her that morning.
Frani turned to see why Gillian had stopped speaking when she found her staring, open-mouthed, at the second boy who had just ran in.
"Damn," Gillian whispered, "I take back what I just said."
The boy next to Alfred looked rather similar, though very different at the same time. He had silky, wavy blond hair that stopped a few inches above his shoulders. His round, wire-rimmed glasses were just a little crooked in front of wide, innocent, violet eyes. He was tall and lean, skinnier than Alfred and minus the broad shoulders, but in no way scrawny.
Gillian swore she heard Frani give a quiet "Hononon" in the background.
The teacher raised an eyebrow.
"Mr. Jones, Mr. Williams, may I ask why you're late?" she asked coolly.
"Sorry, Teach," Alfred said, "Mattie almost got ran over and we had a helluva time getting here."
The teacher rolled her eyes, "Take a seat please."
Much to Alice's displeasure, Alfred chose the spot next to her while the other boy, Mattie, slid into the seat next to Gillian.
Gillian gave the boy an incredulous look, still taking in his utter adorableness, but apparently had been staring at him because the boy looked alarmed and said, "Sorry! I'll go sit somewhere else-"
"No," Gillian said, a little too quickly, making the boy's eyes widen, "I mean…it's okay. And…uh…there aren't any other seats anyway so…um…"
The boy was now looking at her sort of timidly, but also confused.
Sticking out her hand and wondering just what the fuhrer she was doing, Gillian blurted, "Gillian Beilschmidt."
The albino was fairly certain that Frani stifled a laugh, but resisted the urge to hit her.
"Matthew Williams," the boy responded, smiling a little.
He was so damn cute!
Gillian was dying to try and start up a conversation with this shy boy next to her, but the teacher was talking.
Damn teachers! Why couldn't they just let the students…talk or something?
"-So please use these worksheets to get to know your lab partner better because they will be you lab partner for the rest of the year," the teacher said, handing out worksheets to the students.
Gillian seriously considered kissing the teacher's feet.
Once the worksheets had been passed out and the class had started talking amongst themselves, Gillian turned back to her adorable lab partner.
"Alright," she said matter-of-factly, "Let's get this shit over with. Question 1: where're ya from? Kay. You first, Birdie."
Mathew looked slightly confused, "My name's Matthe-never mind. I'm from Canada."
"Second biggest landmass," Gillian said, nodding.
Mattie looked surprised, "You know where it is?"
"Sure I do, Birdie," Gillian laughed, "I'm awesome, not stupid. It's right up there."
The girl pointed in a direction that she was pretty sure was north.
Mattie blushed, "It's just that…no one ever seems to know where it is."
"S'fine. And I'll leave all igloo and moose jokes for a later date," after this she ducked as Matthew tried to hit her, but both were laughing.
"So, where are you from?" Matthew asked.
Gillian puffed out her chest, "Well, do you know where Prussia was?"
Mathew nodded.
"That's where my grandfather was from!" Gillian said proudly, "I've even got his awesome Prussian Iron Cross. My sister just tells people she's unawesomely German cause it's easier. But I'm awesome to say otherwise!"
The rest of the worksheet passed much in this fashion and Gillian decided that she really liked this Matthew kid.
Class was drawing to a close and everyone was just talking when Alfred leaned over to talk to Mattie.
"Yo," he called, "Didn't I tell you we wouldn't get in trouble?"
"Al," Mattie sighed, "Not every teacher is just going to roll their eyes because they don't want to deal with you."
Alfred pouted, "But it still worked, didn't it?"
"Who's that?" Gillian asked as Mattie rolled his eyes and turned away from Alfred.
"My brother," Mattie sighed exasperatedly.
"Oh," was all Gillian could think so say, holding back a sigh of relief. She was worried that maybe he was…never mind.
When the bell rang, Mattie waved good-bye to Gillian as his brother pulled him off to get in line for food.
"It looks as though our petite allemand will not be able to help dear Carmen and Monica," Frani sighed dramatically.
"That's petite prussien to you, Frenchie," Gillian said, "And just because I think he's extremely se-attractive does not mean I can't help my sister with her conquest or whatever the hell you want to call it."
"Whatever," Frani rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, "Just remember, me petite prussien, we have BFT practice, so you need to focus."
Gillian waved her hand, smirking, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
Carmen slung her arm around Gillian's shoulder.
"I have a plan," she said, with a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat.