Hey guys, I'm back!

Please enjoy this new update of this fanfiction! Thanks for waiting!

Chapter Warnings: AU, human named used, gender bending, and slight curse words.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR THE MOVIE!

*~Characters Appearing~*

Female Canada as Madeline Williams Kirkland or Maddie

Female America as Amelia Jones Kirkland

Female France as Francine Bonnefoy

Prussia as Gilbert Beilscmidt

Russia as Ivan Braginski

England as Arthur Kirkland

Female Spain as Anita


Madeline sat in front the lobby of the dance studio as she waited for Amelia to exit out of her dance class. She glanced at the red shoes tucked into her bag before looking away, ever since she picked them up she had this urge to try them on. She shook her head, "I'll try them later at home. I'll get strange looks if I come out of the bathroom with new shoes on my feet instead."

"Oh there's Madeline. So she's still allowing Amelia to attend dance class?" Madeline froze at the voice and threw a sideways glance to see three mothers sitting far away from her, their voices were barely considered whispers as the one who spoke continued, "I heard she is taking care of Amelia all by herself, and decided to separate from Arthur."

"My she sure has gall to," another mother snickered, "I had no idea Madeline was such a woman to do that. Heavens, taking the poor little girl from her father. I'm certain he kicked them out. She doesn't looks like she had enough will to decide on her own to leave him." Madeline's face exploded into red heat as she gripped the cloth of her skirt tightly into her fists.

It was no surprise that word got out that Madeline and Arthur were living separately together. Word got around quickly in the school when it was Madeline, instead of Arthur, who came to drop off and pick up Amelia as well as the one who began to pay for the classes.

She bit her lip as the third mother sighed, "Well what can you say? I'm surprised she's even allowing Amelia to show her face around the dance department, can you even think how the other children would think of her? A child without her father?"

"He cheated on me!" Madeline's thoughts raged out as she tried to keep herself calm as the women then gossiped about how the lack of a father figure did indeed ruin a child's welfare. How on earth would they know?

"You don't know how it feels," she fumed as her teeth began to sink deeper into her lip, "To go to your bedroom, the room you and your husband share to see him with his co-woker in your bed...That tramp!"

"Excuse me but are you alright?" Madeline blinked as she came face to face to the head of the dance company, Ivan Braginski, staring down at her in concern, "Ah aren't you Amelia's mother?"

"Y-Yes I'm so very sorry to trouble you!" she quickly took out a tissue and dabbed away the blood coming from the spot she bit before he noticed, "Heh, I just have things on my mind." The Russian man nodded although Madeline noticed the look on his face didn't seem so assured of her being alright. It amazed her how young the head of the dance company looked and how that baby face of his always had a smile plastered on his face, she recalled the time after Amelia's first dance class how her daughter discribed the Russian.

"He's like so tall!" she recalled, "And he speaks funny and has a funny nose too, but he's really really scary and he scared half the kids who got out of line when our teacher couldn't control us! He's a lot more scary than Daddy when he doesn't have his tea!"

Madeline looked up at the man who now began to replace his concerned frown into the childish grin she always saw him wear, "Well if that is what you say I shall believe it da?" Madeline nodded as she spotted Amelia heading her way, "Hi ya Mr. Bragniski!" she greeted cheerfully as she grasped her mother's hand, "Didja see us in class today?"

"I did little Amelia," Ivan told her, "Very good today da? Especially you since you were enrolled very late. You could become better than any other of the children here if you continue. Keep up the good work da."

Amelia seemed to glow with the praise as Madeline felt the stares of the women that were gossiping about her study them, "W-Well," she quickly spoke as she grabbed her bag and Amelia's hand, "We better get going eh? Come Amelia, good-bye Mr. Bragniski." She hurried them by the gawking mothers as Amelia shouted out her farewells to some passing friends as she caught one of the mother's scoffing, "Tramp. How insulting, trying to get the dance director now huh?"

"Shut up!" Madeline gripped her hands as she used her shoulder to shove the door open, "You don't know anything!"


Madeline stared up at the ceiling of her room as she faintly heard Amelia's snoring, she would have to take Amelia to the doctor to see if her daughter had any breathing problems. She was too young to be snoring at her age.

"Wait..That's something Arthur would say..."

She sighed and rolled over to her side to stare at the glass display cases of shoes, "...Did I make the right choice?"

Perhaps if she had stayed with her husband, they would still be together and have worked things out.

Anita's sultry voice echoed into her mind as she glared off, "No...That wouldn't have happened." She had married the man believing he would never do such a shameful and dirty act like that to her...How wrong it was.

Her eyes glanced upwards towards the pair of new shoes resting from their shelf. The moonlight made the red shade glow in the dark room as Madeline slowly got out of bed.

She still had yet tried them on.

Walking towards her shoe collection in barefeet, Madeline took down the red heels from their platform before easing towards her closet mirror. Her face showed extreme signs of fatigue and lack of sleep, the eye that was still recovering still had a faint black circle around it and her cheeks seemed to be less rounded then before. Oddly she didn't look any less older or ugly thankfully. An image of Gilbert flashed through her mind as she shook her head.

Why did he show some interest in a woman like her? A woman who had a seven year old daughter, a now turned single mother who lived in a very cheap appartment.

She clenched her fingers around the heels as the mothers from before appeared in her mind again, what right did Arthur have to do such a thing to her? What did THEY know?

The red shoes were set on the floor before her and she slipped her feet into the heels. She glanced at herself in the mirror and tilted her head to the side a little. Her pale skin seemed to glow more then usual and looked more luminous then ever before as she studied her reflection. Her hair looked a lot more shiny too and a lot more volumized as she continued to examine herself. Why didn't she notice how her violet eyes seemed evern more stunning?

She leaned into the mirrior a little more before looking down at the red heels, these shoes made her seem more beautiful. "Hm...Maybe I could wear these tomorr-"

"Mommy?" Amelia yawned as she peered into her room, "Could I get a glass of water?"

"Oh sweetie," Madeline quickly took the heels off her feet and hurried towards her daughter, "Okay, go back to bed I'll give you it to you okay?" Amelia stared at the red heels in her mother's hands, "New shoes mommy?"

"Yeah, come on though. You can see them later eh?" Madeline placed the shoes back onto their display while gently escorting her daughter back to bed. She failed to notice the look on Amelia's face as she continued to stare at the red heels.


Madeline nervously bit her nail nervously as she stared at her reflection in the window of a department store. What had come over her she had no idea.

After dropping Amelia off at school and asking Francine to take her daughter to her dance class later, Madeline went shopping in New York's high fashioned department stores which was rare for her to do. She only went in the area once every month to buy shoes for her collection and never ventured off from the bargain stores near her new apartment. She was wearing the red shoes during her shopping trip and the color red never looked so good on her.

Arthur didn't like the color red on her. Said it was too youthful for her, "My mother would say that seeing a woman in red made her indecent back in her day," he told her when she bought a red suit for her job interview after giving birth to Amelia, "I don't think I want my own wife to be labeled indecent."

"Screw you Artie," she thought to herself now as she touched the smooth fabric of the red mini dress she bought. She walked towards the apartment building and entered inside.

She looked around as she saw a few people beginning to clear the first floor and saw a man building what looked like a front desk. Gilbert was beginning his end of the deal and started to work on the interior decor of the building, she avoided some cracks on the old tiles.

Didn't want to get dust on her new shoes.

"Hey there birdie," Gilbert's voice greeted her from behind, she jumped a little. The younger man whistled, "My you're looking like a little cardinal today." She blushed as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "T-Thanks," she smiled, "Um so what's going on? Starting up the interior designs?"

"Ja, awesome right?" he smirked towards her as she looked around, "It'll be over before you know it."

"A month?"

"Nah, maybe a month and a half, but still it'll be done pretty fast," Gilbert told her, "So you can tell your bosses to stop worrying and let things go." She smiled, "I'll try. I'm only reporting back and forth for this area." She looked at the wall where the Prussian coat of arms was, "Are you going to keep that up?"

"Hopefully, if not then I'll just paint over it," the young man sighed, "But I don't see why I should, I mean it's awesome!" Madeline giggled a little at his excitement, it was a long time since she met a man who was bright instead of a serious overachiever. The albanio grinned at her, "You have a nice laugh birdie."

"O-Oh um thank you Gilbert," Madeline blushed as the interior designer thought a moment, "Hey! How about I take you out to dinner?" Madeline's face turned hotter, was he asking her out again? It would be nice...But...

"How about I treat you to dinner at my place," she offered, "I really can't leave my daughter alone by herself eh. And you can trust my cooking skills are amazingly good." Gilbert's smile widen, "Really? That'll be better! I can't count the last time I've had a homemade dinner. Well not since my brother moved out and all. But I'll take you up on that offer Maddie."


It was awkward.

As soon as Madeline picked up Amelia from dance class and introduced her to Gilbert, tension was practically emitting between the two. Amelia's usual friendly smile that she always wore to strangers was wiped off her face as she stared solemnly at Gilbert.

If Gilbert noticed her daughter's dislike to him it was obviously not a problem to him. She smiled awkwardly to him across the table as they ate dinner, "So Amelia," Gilbert spoke to the quiet girl as she poked her mash potatoes, "You're a ballerina?"

No answer.

Gilbert threw Madeline a smile as he reached to take another helping of soup when-Clang! Amelia's spoon stopped the soup spoon from leaving the bowl, "Amelia!"Amelia scowled at Gilbert as the man let out an awkward cough.

How awkward and stressful would this be?

"Amelia," Madeline looked at her daughter sternly, "That's not polite."

"I don't like you," Amelia bluntly told Gilbert ignoring her mother, "Why are you here? Are you dating Mommy?" Her mother's face burned red as Gilbert let go of his grip on the spoon as Amelia retreated into a slouching posture in her chair. "Your mother and I are only friends," Gilbert told her, "We work together you know. Although it would be nice if we went out more often." Madeline shook her head, "No Gil no!"

Amelia scoffed and folded her arms, "Well I should have you know that Daddy is going to come back and take Mommy and me back home! Right Mommy?"

"Amelia stop it eh." Madeline looked at Gilbert, "I'm sorry. She's still a little upset about me and her father spliting up eh. She's-"

"Mommy you're suppose to say Daddy's still coming home!"

"Amelia!" Her daughter scooted off her chair and ran into her bedroom, "I don't like that man!"

Madeline groaned as she heard the door lock click as Gilbert sat there in silence, stunned and confused. Madeline sighed and placed her face in her hands, "Sorry...She really is upset about me and my ex-husband. She was his little princess eh."

Gilbert rested a hand on the side of her arm, "Hey it's fine. Kids get like that when things happen." She looked at him, his trademark grin in place and his red eyes looking into hers affectionately, "She's going to be fine. It'll take time."

"I hope so eh." Madeline agreed as she put a hand over his hand, he was very warm. She quickly got up and began to clear the table, "Why don't you relax in the living room Gilbert? I'll clean up here."

Gilbert nodded and pushed his chair back as she began to busy herself with the empty dishes. She paused when she touched Amelia's plate, "Maybe I can bribe her out with some ice cream. Oh! Maybe ice cream and pancakes!" She felt guilty for making Amelia so upset.

Surely on her part that she should have been more polite to Gilbert, but Amelia was only a child who had just left her father. It would take a while before she adjusted to Gilbert. Putting the dishes to the side of the sink Madeline began to head to where Gilbert was when the door bell rang. "Who could that be?" she wondered outloud as she unlocked the door, "WHERE IS HE?" Madeline let out a cry of surprise as Anita barged into her home, "Arthur!"

"W-What?" The Spanish woman glared at her, "I know he's here...You can't keep him all to yourself. ARTHUR!"

Gilbert tried to block her from entering the apartment, but was thrown aside quickly with Madeline following suit. The woman began to head straight to Amelia's room where Madeline grabbed hold strongly on the taller woman's shoulders and threw her away, "He's not here!" she finally yelled as Gilbert stood by her.

The Spanish woman looked up at her and let out a laugh, "Liar! You know where he is!" Madeline cringed as Anita's cackle as Gilbert angrily looked at the woman. Without a word and much to both of their surprise he yanked Anita hard by her arm and dragged her to the door ignoring Anita's protest and struggles.

He shoved her out and locked the door, "You may know where he is! But I will always have him!" The Canadian woman covered her ears as she heard Anita's laugh echo through the hall as her heels took her away from the door. Gilbert stood there with her in silence before looking at her, "You okay Birdie?"

"Y-Yeah eh," she managed to sigh out, "I'm sorry you had to see that." Gilbert shrugged, "It's okay. You must have been through a lot Birdie. Stay strong okay?" Madeline blushed as she felt Gilbert's hand brush her hair lightly, "Thanks for dinner. I'll see you at work."

"Wait Gil-" He had already slipped out the door before she could say anything. She sighed sadly and looked towards the red heels that were now displayed on the highest glass shelf. She absently took them off the shelf and looked at them in her hands, "I guess there was some luck finding you..."

While she placed the shoes back up, her eyes caught sight of something.

It was the blue heel that Anita had been offered to wear by Arthur, but there was only one in the display case...

Quietly she took the shoe out and glared at it. Without a second thought she went to the closet and tossed the heel into a box, gray dust already landing on it.