I am SUUUUUUUPPPPPEEEEERRRRRR excited about this chapter! This has been the one I've been looking forward too since chapter one, and the very idea that inspired me to make this story. Yes I have a random mind. But does that matter? I uploaded a chapter! :D And the true reason why I chose Elizabeta to be Alfred's guide is revealed in this chapter.

PASTA300, don't worry, I was saving Alfred's disgust for all things womanly for this chapter specifically ;)

Anyways, enjoy the chapter my awesome readers! ~ Takuku

I don't own Hetalia

The sun was shining and the wind was blowing; fueling the power of the waves as they crashed upon the shore. Each wave seemed higher than the last. The saltiness of the air smelled delightful. It was the perfect day for surfing.

Alfred ran up the shore with his surf board tucked under his arm. He was ready to shred some waves. He paddled out to sea and waited for the perfect wave. This was going to be epic. As the wind gave a mighty gust, a huge wave was formed. Alfred started to paddle away to get up on the wave. He did a few tricks and stunts as the crowd on the beach cheered him on. He was having the time of his life.

Then, he noticed that the beach wasn't getting closer. The beach was moving away. No, the wave was somehow moving backwards. He looked down and saw that the wave pulled him higher up. He was in panic mode. How was he supposed to get down without wiping out? He looked around frantically for some way of getting back to safety when the wave crashed on top of him without warning.

Alfred jumped awake and looked around. She was back in her room and there was no monster wave chasing her. She sighed in relief before she noticed that the bed felt wet. She prayed that she didn't wet the bed as she pushed the covers down. She froze when she saw the last thing she expected to see; blood.

She stared in a horrified shock at the blood soaked pajama bottoms and covers. Was she cut anywhere? If so, then how come there was no sharp pain anywhere on her body. Even if she was cut, how could she bleed THIS much?

"LIZA!" she screamed.

She heard footsteps running up the stairs and down the hall. The door swung open to reveal Elizabeta.

"What is it Al- oh…" she too stared in shock for a few seconds before snapping out of it.

"I didn't expect this to happen so quickly." She muttered.

"Am I going to die?" Alfred was now almost crying.

"No, no. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll explain it to you afterwards."

Alfred nodded but didn't get up.

"Why aren't you getting up?" Elizabeta asked, looking through the shopping bags for fresh clothes.

"I'm too scared to move." Alfred mumbled under her breath.

Elizabeta grabbed a Wal-Mart bag and helped Alfred out of bed and escorted her to the bathroom.

"Just take a shower and put your dirty clothes by the door. I'll wash them with your bedding." She handed Alfred the bag.

Alfred looked inside and saw the shampoo and body wash they bought yesterday. Snapping out of her daze she stripped off her pajamas and now bloody panties. Her legs were smeared in blood. She turned on the shower and grabbed her dove body wash and shampoo. As she scrubbed her legs, she kept looking for a scratch or an open wound of any kind that could cause so much blood. When she didn't find anything, she began to wonder what the heck was going on. Then, something clicked in her mind.

I can't be… no! Please, God! Anything but that!

As if to confirm her suspicions, she felt something suddenly ooze out of her private area. Hand trembling, she wiped her finger across it and looked at it. Her finger was covered in blood. She lost it. She jumped out of the shower and threw up in the toilet. As she did, more blood leaked out and tricked down her leg, causing her to vomit even more.

Why me?

"Are you ok Alfred?" Elizabeta called from the other side of the door.

"No!" was all she choked out before looking at the pool of blood forming at her feet.

This is wrong on so many levels!

"Hurry up and finish showering. I need to talk to you."

Forgetting that Elizabeta couldn't see her, Alfred nodded. She flushed the toilet and waited a minute before stepping back into the shower and tried to refrain from puking again. It was just so nasty. How could women put up with this every month? As she started to wash her hair Elizabeta knocked at the bathroom door.

"Alfred, may I come in?" she asked through the door.

"I guess."

Elizabeta walked in and Alfred peeked past the shower curtain. Elizabeta had fresh pajamas and undergarments, and a bag which contained an unknown item.

"When you are done, dry off, and put on the pajama top. Sit on the toilet to prevent further messes and call for me. I will show you what you must do. "She instructed, leaving the items on the counter before picking up the dirty clothes and exiting.

Alfred finished her shower and instantly sat on the toilet, not bothering to dry. All throughout the shower she had to keep washing her legs because they kept getting blood on them. She grabbed the towel from the towel rack and started to dry her torso and legs as best as she could. The blood seemed to have stopped for now, which Alfred was grateful for. She threw on the pajama top, which had a picture of Mickey Mouse on them and called for Elizabeta. She was there in a matter of seconds. She kneeled down in front of Alfred and looked at her with the utmost concern.

"I figure that you know what's happening by now. How are you feeling about this?"

"Mostly sick to my stomach. How do you put up with this?"

Elizabeta shrugged, "I guess I'm used to it."

"How can you ever get used to this horrible, horrible… CURSE!?" Alfred said for lack of a better word.

"Have you felt any cramps yet?"

"You mean that there's more?" Alfred whined.

"Yes. You'll have to face cramps, bloating, and fatigue."

Alfred felt like crying. How could she go through with this and not kill herself?

"Wait a minute, it stopped though. That means it's over right?" Alfred asked positively.

Elizabeta looked at Alfred sadly and shook her head no. "It comes and goes throughout the day. It'll have a spurt and not do anything for a while, and then have another spurt."

Alfred started to tear up. There was no going past this was there? Out of all the people in the entire world, why did it have to be her? Why couldn't this happen to Iggy or Francis? Lord knows Francis was already girly enough to be a woman.

"How do I put up with it then? I mean it's so disgusting and wrong! You can't expect me to deal with this! I can put up with bras, panties, and even make-up! This is the last straw! I want to turn back now!" Alfred started bawling.

Elizabeta patted her back and comforted her as best as she could. This time Alfred cried for a good fifteen minutes before calming down.

"Do you feel better now?" Elizabeta asked gently.

"A little bit, yeah." She sniffed.

"I know that this is a little much to take in so soon, but it is what it is. You have to put up with it."

"But I don't want to!" just then, the bleeding started back up again and Alfred winced at the still unfamiliar feeling.

"I know you don't want to. Nobody does, but you have to learn to adapt, just as I did."

"How can you POSSIBLY know how hard this is for me? You weren't a man who gave up his manlihood and had to put up with this so suddenly. You had time to prepare your mind for this." Alfred accused.

"You're right. I was never a man, but I thought I was."

Alfred jerked her head to Elizabeta. "Seriously?"

"Yes, when I was a little girl, I actually thought I was a boy. I grew up with so many boys, that I thought I was one. I acted like a boy and did boyish things. Imagine how confused I was when I had my first time. I knew none of the others had this problem, and I thought someone had punched be so hard that I started bleeding from the inside out. It even felt like someone had punched me with all the cramps I had. I went around furiously trying to find out who did it so that I could make them pay for it. It went away after a few days and I thought that was the end of it. I went about my business like normal. When it happened again the next month, I knew something was up. I went to a doctor to see what was wrong with me. He explained to me that I wasn't a man like I thought I was, but a woman. I was speechless for hours. It all suddenly made sense to me. I didn't have the one part of the body the others had, their chests didn't turn sensitive overtime like mine did, and they didn't have a bleeding fest once a month. I had a hard time coping, but once I finally had my mind wrapped around the fact that I was a woman, it became easier to accept. I still hate it when I have to go through that time of the month, but it has become a part of my life and I'm ok with that."

When Elizabeta had finished her speech, Alfred blinked, processing all the information that was given to her. She had no idea that Elizabeta went through what she was going through basically. Even if she wasn't a boy, she thought she was, and that was enough to make her feel the way Alfred felt now.

"I'm sorry, Liza. I had no idea."

Elizabeta smiled at her. "It's ok. You didn't know, but that's basically why I want to help you out. I know what you're feeling right now, and I know how hard it is to go through it alone."

Alfred was now very glad that she asked Elizabeta to help her out in her time of need. She was almost like a big sister. She had gone through what Alfred was going through and she wanted to show her the ropes of being a woman. This encouraged Alfred. If Elizabeta could learn to put up with it alone, then Alfred could learn to put up with it with help at her side. She felt more blood ooze out and gagged. She'd put up with it, but that didn't make it any less gross.

"Ok, Liza. How do I go about my day without soiling my clothes?" Alfred asked with her newfound determination.

"That's what these are for." Elizabeta grabbed the bag with the unknown item shook it a couple of times.

Alfred looked at it with curiosity. Elizabeta pulled out the item, which turned out to be Always Pads. Elizabeta opened the package, pulled one out, and handed it to Alfred.

"Ok, follow my instructions on what to do…"