Eyyy readers of this story. Here's the next chapter and jazz. Sorry for any mistakes, feel free to point them out, especially plot-holes and stuff, so I can fix them.

Sorry this took so long to post, my life has become a pattern of wake up, cry because you go to school, go to school, cry because you're at school, leave school, cry because you're at bowling until 6ish, go home, cry because your home, try to do homework, cry because you can't focus since you're so tired, start messaging friends and eating but don't put away your homework so you feel productive, get ready for bed, browse internet, it's 11pm, cry because you'd only get 6 hours of sleep, stay up for another hour anyways, cry. I'm actually on vacation for Christmas/bro's birthday now so I can finish up this chapter whoop.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Hetalia, plot belongs to me

Warnings: This might be the first story I've written where I don't need a million of them. Oops

She'd picked me up in less than five minutes. Her hair was kind of tied back, although it was too short to hold most of it, but she was still wearing the same outfit from our date. She didn't press questions, just pulled up in a beat-up salt-stained black truck. She didn't force me to talk or explain, just drove away, down random streets and then back again when they were dead ends. I kind of recognized the music that was coming from her ipod but not really; it was some dorky indie stuff I'd probably heard once or twice. She'd hum to some songs and change others, not seeming to care about anything I had to say, which was good considering I was curled into a ball, trying to pretend I'm not crying. She didn't even look at me until an hour or so after I got in.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Can you talk about it?"

"No."

"Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes but- no." At this, she took her hand of the wheel and surrounded my hand with it. She was warmer than the heat blasting through the vents. "I mean, I can. I just-" I blush and look at her glowing brown eyes.

"You don't want to?"

"I don't want to." Her car slows to a stop, my house is a block away, just out of sight. It's dark and windy outside and the snow is covered in tracks that weren't there this morning. I'm staring out the window, eyes unfocused. That's when her belt clicks open and she slides closer to me across the bench, wrapping her arms around my waist. A minute later, our lips are connected, uncomfortable and unnatural but still the best thing I've ever done. She holds me too tight, we're both too awkward, but she's beautiful and makes me happy so I don't think twice about it. I don't know how much later it is when she pulls back and inches the car forward again until we reach the house, but that doesn't matter. I push my lips against hers one more time before climbing out. "Thank you." I smile at her and she smiles back.

"Can we do something tomorrow?"

"Absolutely." I say, closing the door and walking inside, my brother, his boyfriend, their issues, my issues, growing up- all cast from my mind.

I woke up at six, Leon still on my mind. I showered, dressed, brushed my teeth, ate, all that shit, and walked outside by 6:30 for the bus to get me. School school, boring school nothing new. My friends asked what I did on the weekend, I told the truth, I met a girl on Saturday before work and went on a date on Sunday. They thought I was kidding and laughed. I went from school to work (I had to go in to make up for not showing up on Sunday). An uneventful day. From work I went to the small shopping district kind of close to my house, planning to get some soup or something since it was too early for Berwald to make dinner but I was hungry. That's when I noticed the Chinese restaurant. I stared for a second, considering just going in for some take out. Nah, the Swede was making dinner. I turned without a second thought, walking home.

"Sorry we couldn't go out; I had work after school." I explain to Leon, attempting to do homework while listening to her, which wasn't working well. She was someplace loud and crowded, surrounded by people yelling in a different language.

"No problem. Maybe we can do something on Friday? I just realized that's my only day off this week. The place I work at is really busy, it's getting close to the holidays." She asked, seeming just as distracted. "Can you, like, pick me up? My car's broken down and the bus stop is literally past your house if I wanted to walk to it."

"Why not just come over?" I mutter, putting the papers away, bored with them.

"Oh, okay. Would your family mind?"

"Nah. Come over around 6 if you can, dinner would have just ended so you won't have to deal with my family."

"Okay, I will. Bye."

"Bye."

There's a click where she hangs up and I casually roll around my bed, holding my phone to my chest like a teenage girl and internally squealing about Leon.

Okay this is a time skip but also a warning. I've already said this is a PG13 story but like this is where it gets slightly more inappropriate. If you get uncomfortable, skip a few sentences here and there or just PM me and ask what happened plot-wise.

Berwald made dinner, I watched TV, but neither Mathias or Lukas had come home. I'm guessing they'd gotten a hotel somewhere or something, since Norge was still texting to make sure I ate lunch and stuff like I was 5. The house was weirdly empty, since both Berwald and Tino have jobs and Lukas and Mathias were probably up shagging in a hotel somewhere. For some reason, I thought that the second I met Leon my entire life would be different, every day would be brighter, but all that changed is I became whinier and felt the need to call her every five seconds. In fact, I'm staring at my phone, waiting for the clock to reach 6 just so we can be together again, after only one and a half dates and two kisses.

"Icey?" Her voice calls from the front of the house, startling me.

"Leon, hey, come in!" I call from the living room, listening as she finds her way. She appears in the doorway like magic and I swear she might look embarrassed for the first time since I've met her. She's wearing a white skirt and a black and white shirt that's falling off on one shoulder, but with way more makeup. She looks as beautiful as she always does. "So uh, hi." I smile, blushing way more than she is. In seconds, she seated herself next to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling to get my face in her neck. I hold her tightly, ignoring the TV and just snuggling her.

"Is your family, like, on a trip or something? Where are they?" She asked randomly, her voice kind of weary.

"Nope, my brother and his boyfriend person are god-knows-where and the -uh- other two -uh- went out to see a movie." I pause, not sure how to explain them. Roommates I guess. When she doesn't reply, I pull up to look at her face. Her eyes are focused on the screen and she's biting her lip, completely invested in the movie, but it's too late for me to start watching now, so I bury myself back into her neck, thinking what it would be like if we ended up boyfriend and girlfriend but carried on, so after college we're still together. I'm thinking about the studio apartment we'll share, with our one cat and maybe a dog. I knew tons of useless facts about her that provided good day-dreaming, like that she doesn't cook and neither do I, so we'll be eating pre-packaged ramen every night before we figure out how to make anything else. She always wants to sleep in but never does, so I imagine when we're living in peace in our own apartment, she'll still be in bed even after I wake up. I'm picturing her in a black swing dress that I saw on her Instagram account (I totally wasn't stalking her), walking down the street with me, hands intertwined, because both of us are procrastinating cleaning so instead we're going grocery shopping.

I looked up again, sure I'm blushing at the thought of us. Her face is tilted down like she had been looking at me, but was distracted by the TV, which seems kind of uncomfortable, but proved helpful for me as I sat up and kissed her with all I had, loving how she is shocked for only a second before she gets into it, leaving her arms around my neck, but loosening up to wind her fingers in my hair as my hands pull back from around her and lock on her sides instead. I know what I'm doing, this isn't my first kiss/makeout/hookup. I've had multiple guys that I brought to my room while my family wasn't home. But it had never been this comfortable and passionate, and never with someone I could actually love.

I don't know when it happened, but we both had our mouths opened and she'd let me claim dominance. She pulled back long enough to throw her leg on the other side of me, so that she could face me as she basically sat on my legs. I move my lips to her neck, taking her hands tightening in my hair as approval.

"Hey wait..." She muttered, pulling back, rubbing at the hickey that's already showing on her neck. Dammit what did I do this time... I freeze, terrified that I'd done something wrong. "I need to tell you something if this is going to go any father." She took a deep breath, pulling her hands out of my hair and pulling them through her own. "Okay so... This is so uncomfortable I should have told you sooner."

"What do you like... Have an STD or something? Are you a virgin?" I ask, stressed. Just spit it out already. She hesitates again but speaks anyways.

"So I'm like... technically not a... Ya'know... I'm not physically a girl..." She blushed looking away.

"You're a cross dresser?" I ask, dumbfounded. I guess that's why I couldn't figure out her gender at first, it makes sense.

"No, I'm genderfluid." She corrects, blushing heavily. "I identify as different genders at different times. Like right now I'm more feminine, which is why I dressed girlish." She mumbles (should I even be using she?), trying to explain. "So... Like... I was born a male. I don't... Like, have girl bits." He flushes and looks away, bright red although I'm probably worse.

"Well okay whatever." I shrug, trying not to seem phased. "So should I use like 'he' now? You're my boyfriend?" I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral so I don't scare him off. Honestly though, I don't care. I've never been with anyone of any sex other than male so that's okay. And why would him dressing like a girl bother me? I guess I'm pansexual or something but who cares?

"No, she or they pronouns please." He- I mean she- turns away, looking out the window like she might jump out it, eyes wide and embarrassed. "I didn't know I was your boyfriend to begin with, but the word would be be girlfriend."

"Are you? Are you my girlfriend?" I ask, a little insulted that she didn't think we were. (Even though it's only been like a week or two whatever.)

"Well yeah... Are you about to kiss me?"

"Yup."

She stays the night and when she wakes up, she already has to leave for work. After she showers and dresses in her skirt from the night before and one of my button-up shirts on top of her own, I walk her part way before she has me turn back, kissing my cheek when she says goodbye.

"Bye... I had, like, a nice time. We're stupid teenagers doing stupid things but it's so... amazing." She mutters, wrapping her arms around me before walking away. I hear her mutter that she loves me, like they do in movies, hoping I don't hear, but I do.

'Stupid teenagers'... I hope we can stay this way forever.