'IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT! IDIOT!' Was all Germany could think of, 'Why did I just run away? I could've usually ignore this! But now. . . But now because of this stupid body! This stupid body and these stupid emotions! I hope I didn't show that I was. . . .crying. I never cry. But because of this! I can hold it in. Do not burst out crying. That is what weak people do. And you are not weak. . . .What Romano said was all true. . . . I did ruin them. . .I ruined them. . .I ruined everybod-!' Germany ran into someone (again). She felt down onto the ground.
"Oh! I'm so sorry. Did I knock you down? Let me help you up, mon cheri~." It was France. Oh no. What? Germany bit her lip very very hard. She was going to burst. But she didn't want to do it infront of France. France grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
"Fr-France." She mumbled.
"Oh? You know me? I don't know yo-." Before France could finish, she couldn't help herself. She started cry out loud. Grabbing onto France's cape. France looked at her in a shock. Why was she crying? Who was she? The male nation knew it was not good to cry in public. So he swooped Germany up and carried her. He decided to take her back to his place. Where she could actually cry.
"What. . . ?" Romano asked. Italy smiled and nodded.
"I'm in love with Germany." Italy said.
"But Germany has only been a girl for a few hours. . ." Romano said in shock.
"I. . . I also loved Germany as a male. But this is good! Germany is a girl! Now I can tell her how I feel." Italy smiled with tears in his eyes. Romano was shocked still.
"Did I. . . .Ruin it for you?" Romano asked. Italy shook his head.
"No, she knew you were upset. But also. . .What you said upsetted her more." Italy explained.
"Oh. Oh! Yeah sh-" Romano stopped instantly. Italy looked at Romano.
"What?"
"I don't want to say."
"Please~!"
"Fine. . . . .Also you yelled at her. Remember? She looked freaked out." Romano tried to cross his arms but they hurt from their fight.
"Oh no! Wait. . . Where is she. . . ?" Italy looked around.
"GAAAAAAHK!" Romano screamed, "WE GOT TOO CAUGHT UP IN OUR FIGHT AND FORGOT TO FIND HER!" Italy plugged his ears. Romano did yell really loud! Italy unplugged his ears.
"Let's go!" Italy said.
"What? But how?" Romano asked.
"I got an idea!"
"Crap."
France looked down at the girl but she kept hiding her face in his chest. He sighed but gave a smile.
'I wonder who you are. You look so familiar.' France thought. She was almost done crying. She only sniffled after.
'Great. . . . I'm such an idiot. . .' Germany thought. France opened the door to his house (yeah it didn't take them long!). He shut the door. France placed Germany down on a comfortable chair. He then sat down in his own chair.
"First of all. Who are you?" France asked.
"I can't tell you. . ." Germany said.
"Why not?" The Frenchy replied.
"Me and my nation will be shamed. . ." Germany pushed her hair in front of her face.
"It's. . . 'My nation and I', mon cheri." France got up, "Why are you covering your beau face?"
"I will not tell." She replied.
"So. . . You're a country?" France asked. She covered her mouth. Too late to do that! Then she took her hand away.
". . . Yes." Germany sighed.
"What country?" France slowly said.
"I'm not telling." Germany said firmly. France looked at Germany very closely.
"You're wea-" France stopped on his words. He suddenly looked shocked. Then he smiled.
"I see. Don't tell me." The French said walking into the kitchen. It sounded like he opened a bottle and was pouring it in a cup. He walked back out and gave it to Germany. Germany grabbed it.
"What's this?" She asked looking up at France.
"Just drink, mon cheri." France sipped his cup. German hesitated at first but then took a sip. Her eyes widened.
"Does it taste fine?" France smiled, "Does the beer taste good. . . . . Germany?" Germany almost gagged.
"Wha-?"
"Don't say you're not because I already know. Your outfit gave it away." The Frenchy hummed.
". . . ." Germany didn't reply.
"Now I see why you didn't want to tell me. The reason why you didn't want to say it is because a tough country like you can never. . . . . Cry." France said.
"Sh-Shut up." Germany said.
"I don't like seeing girls sad. Although, you are Germany. But you are a girl. Two things, Why are you a girl? And why were you crying?" The love maker sat down.
"I-I. . . . .I don't want to say."
"Why a you stuttering? And why not?"
"I don't want to say!" Germany growled.
"Please tell me. Why were you-" France spoke but Germany interrupted.
"FINE! ROMANO SAID SOMETHINGS THAT. . . . THAT. . . . .That. . . .That was true. . . ." Germany looked down.
"Like what?" France looked in concern.
"I ruined him and Italy. In World War II. . . ." Germany bit her lip.
"That's not true." France shook his head.
"Prove it."
"Hitler did that. You only followed your orders." France took another sip. Germany sighed.
"I don't want to be a girl. . . ." Germany said. She placed her head in her hands. France looked at her.
"Angleterre?" France asked.
"Who? Oh, yeah. . . England. I believe he did this too." Germany replied. France laughed. Germany looked up.
"What's so funny?"
"Angleterre made a deal with Hungary."
"What deal?"
"A deal that he can't do black magic for a week and if he doesn't do do black magic, Hungary gives him money. Though, I don't remember how much. $20.00 I think." France thought for a moment before nodding.
"What. . . ? Then who did do this?" Germany said getting up.
"Be careful with the cup! And Norway is too busy with his Nordic things. I don't really pay attention to him." France mentioned, "Although, I do recommend going to Angleterre. He can help."
"Is he home?" Germany asked.
"Last time I checked. . . . Angleterre was busy with a nation wanna-be." France giggled after saying, 'Nation wanna-be'.
"Sealand?"
"Yup!"
Germany looked at France. France placed his cup down. He gave a smile to Germany. Germany was unsure about this smile.
"Germany. I have some clothes you can have. I usually give them to girls I sleep with but you look like you need them." France got up and pulled Germany's hand.
"What? I have some cl-" France didn't listen but just pulled. He then opened his bedroom. He let go of Germany. Germany didn't trust France, so she moved away from his bed. France walked into his closet and opened it.
"Here. Why don't you choose?" Germany walked over to see. France did say she could choose. Guess what. They were all dresses or skirts.
"Why would you want me to change clothes? I think my uniform is good." Germany said.
"People can recognize you. Just like I did." France mentioned. He also had his index finger out.
"That is true but. . . ." The clothes were very scanty. Germany shook her head. France laughed a little.
"Too flashy?" How he pronounced 'flashy' was 'flashey' which Germany found that funny but she didn't laugh.
"Yes."
"Here what about this one? I personally like this one~!"
It was a female version of his outfit.
"Nein."
"Oh booo! Rejection already?" France sighed then grabbed out another dress.
"Well?" France asked.
"Why dresses? Well, I guess it's not bad but I'm not really into this. I would rather wear my military uniform than this." Germany pushed hair out of her face.
"Good! Why not change into it?" France threw the dress to Germany which landed on her head. She pulled it off.
"I really do not want to." She knew she couldn't get out of this. She would HAVE to wear it.
"Although, I have heard of these kind of dresses. Yes. . . Japan told me about them. It's called, 'Gothic Lolita'?" Germany asked.
"Yes. But the name is so scary sounding!"
"Your name is scary sounding." A good come back from the German!
"Why don't you go change in the bathroom?" France pushed poor Germany in the bathroom.
"Fine but don't do anything funny! Or else I'll kill you!" A slam came after.
". . . Still scary." France said, "But so beau." No one was claiming her. . . .France could have her for himself. Yes. . . That's an option. Honhonhonhonhonhon-
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
France went to his front door and opened it to see. . . Pasta eater and tomato eater.
"Italy! Romano! What are you doing here?"
"DID YOU DO ANYTHING, YOU PERVERT?" Romano screamed.
"A person told us you took a girl." Italy explained.
"Yes. I know it's Germany too. I also know that she is upset at Romano." France looked at Romano. Romano sighed.
"I didn't mean it. I was just angry." Romano scratched his head. France nodded.
"I was wondering. . . . Are you two dating Germany?" Both Italians knew France wanted to do. . . Well. . . .The dance with no pants.
"YES!" Italy said out loud. Romano instantly looked at Italy. Italy said it because he was so nervous.
"Oooh? Boooo. Oh well." France lips were puckered in disappointment.
"There you are. Why did you leav-? . . .Oh." Germany came in looking at Italy and Romano.
"Look, Potato masher, I'm sorry!" Romano apologized.
"Apology accepted." Germany acted like it didn't matter.
"Well Germany, you are. . . . Kinda lucky to have a man like Italy." France said smiling.
"What do you mean by that?" Germany looked at France.
"You and Italy are dating." France said. Germany suddenly had a shocked look. Her head turned to Italy. She did not look happy. She looked scary. Italy made a little weep.
"Oh. . . ? How did you find that out. . . ?" Germany kept staring at Italy with a look no man wanted to see.
"Italy told me. Omigosh! It's true? This is great!" France never knew Italy could get a girl. Especially when it use to be a male Germany!
"Yeah?" Germany still staring at Italy, "Italy."
"Y-Yes?" Italy was scared.
"Why did you tell France that we were dating?" Germany decided to play along with this.
"Huh? Oh um. . . . Because I think h-he should know? V-Veeee~. . ." Italy shook.
"I see." Germany was STILL staring at Italy.
"You can use my bedroom if you want." France smiled.
"N-No. . . I-I-I. . . I think we are okay. . .R-Right. . .? Sw-. . . .Sweetheart?" Italy didn't know if he should call Germany nicknames.
"Yes. . . Italy, I need to do something." Germany replied.
"What is that?" Italy weeped. Germany came up to him and lifted her leg right up to his ba-
BAM!
Romano held his balls in protection. Italy fell onto his knees and cried. Germany looked at Italy.
"Is something wrong. . . . .Italy?" She asked. Italy shook his head.
"We need to go to England's house." Romano reminded them until, "What are you wearing?"
"Franc-"
"I'm giving her this outfit! Joli no?" France pressed his cheek against hers. She pushed away from France.
"Well. . . You certainly. . . Look. . . ." Romano looked at Germany and thought, 'Cute. . . . WAIT NO! GERMANY IS GERMANY NO- OH MY TOMATO DID I JUST CALL THAT POTATO SHARPENER CUTE? GYAAAAAAAAAH!'
"Cute!" Italy smiled.
"Girly." Romano said in disgust.
Germany sighed and held her uniform. France told them to go to England quickly before he goes anywhere. Italy opened the door to his car. Romano took the shotgun. Which leaves Germany in the back of the car. Although, she was confused in why Romano had a brown bag on his mouth.
"Here we go!" Italy sang as he started to drive. Romano instantly started throwing up. Germany was grabbing onto the back of Italy's seat. Italy was laughing and having the time of his life.
"ITALY! GO SLOWER!" Germany yelled out.
"VEEEEEEEE~! WHAT GERMANY I CAN'T HEAR YOU?" Italy laughed. Romano puked.
"YOU STUPID DUNKOFF! GO SLOWER!" Germany said louder.
"WHEEEEE! LET ME PLAY SOME MUSIC!" Italy yelled out turning on music. The volume was really loud.
"Tomato-mato-mato, tomato-matoPAREDO!"
'Wow. . .This person sounds like a loser. Who's the loser who sings this? It's horrible.' Romano thought.
"Hey look! A cop is coming!" Laughed Veneziano. Germany groaned. Romano kept puking.
A ticket later.
"Here we are." Germany said. Italy was still crying over his ticket. Romano threw up one last time.
"Can I see that?" Germany asked Romano.
"The bag is full of barf, you know." Romano replied.
"I know." She grabbed it and threw up in it herself.
After she threw up a few times.
"Let's go." Germany said. Romano shook his head. Italy got frightened looking at England's house. The German growled. Then she linked her left arm to Romano's right arm and Italy's left arm with her right arm.
"You both came here. And you both will come in!" Germany growled.
"Fine." Romano said grunting and Italy said in fear. They walked up to his door which was very fancy and huge. Although, it was already opened. They walked in the house until Italy unhooked from Germany and started to run away but Germany grabbed him and relinked their arms together. Romano stopped in his tracks, so poor Germany had to drag Romano.
"WHO GOES THERE?" A loud scary voice said.
"No one!" Romano squeaked and turned around to leave. Germany, though, stopped him.
"THREE COUNTRIES! ONE OF THEM WANTS TO BEAT YOU UP! SO COME OUT NOW!" Germany yelled. Romano and Italy screamed. England came out.
"Oh? North and South Italy and. . . .Who are you?" England asked.
"The one who is going to kill you." Germany pushed her sleeves up.
"What? What did I bloody do to you?" England yelled.
"Everything." To England, she sounded as scary as Belarus. Although, Romano and Italy didn't notice.
"Who are you?" England re-asked.
"You know darn well who I am. Germany! I'm Germany!" Germany yelled.
"What?" Britain said, "Who did this to you?"
"W-Wait. You are saying you didn't do this. . . .?" The German seemed shocked.
"No." He said quietly and in shock.
"What?" She looked at England, "You didn't do this. . . .?"
England shook his head.
Whew! Long chap.
OMG I WATCHED HETALIA IN MY SCHOOL! FTW!
Yes, I made Manly Germany cry! She is so adorable this way though 83. Yes, everyone is finding out Germany is a girl but Well .3. You know 83. Anywho, Yeah I kinda did a wizard of Oz scene! France didn't go all perverty because I like him. He ALWAYS goes perverty and ends up being the bad guy! RESPECT FRANCE, YO! Also. England didn't do this. So who did? REVIEW PLEASE!
