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Rough Draft
Topic:Axis Powers Hetalia
Rated T for Romano's (Lovina's) potty mouth~ I've toned it down a LOT.
Notes: Fem!Us, Fem!Vargas Twins, Nyo!Bela, Friendship!BelaAme, eventual GerIta Spamano USUK, 1st person pov, fem!Us pov
Writer's notes to self- descriptions of other character's looks, tiny bit more in character
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It was as if the whole world moved slowly every time I passed by him, staring at him in the mere amount of time that I was given. Of course, with him being a gentleman, he smiled at me, his emerald green orbs radiating politeness and worry. "Alfred, how are you doing?" He asked, for I've been sick for the past week.

Yeah. He didn't know that I was a girl.

Obviously, I would tell no one that I was a girl besides the people who already know, which includes Mattie, and Dmitri, along with the Vargas girls (who were sort of in the same situation as me). See, everyday since I, Amelia F. Jones (also known as the United States of America, or America for short) began the Revolutionary War, I've had to pretend to be a male, since women were inferior to men at that point of time. I'm lucky that I was even able to win that war.

I grinned back sheepishly. "Yeah, British dude! Awesome as ever!" I exclaimed, giving him a thumbs up. Arthur winced at my "normal" (which it really wasn't) volume. He turned away, muttering, "Git.." before looking back at me. "The afternoon conference begins at 3:30 PM. Don't be late!"

I scoffed at him, "Why would the hero be late? The hero is never late! Everyone else is just early! Ahahaha...." I trailed off, attempting to stay in character. He twitched in annoyance, trying to keep his cool. "Well, you're the hosting country, so show up on time." And with that, he left. I sighed in relief. It was 11:20 AM at the moment, so I had around 4 hours to kill.

"Hey, burger *bleep*, you alright?" I turned to see the Vargas twins in their male attire as well. "Ameli- I mean, Alfred, ve~ How did you like the pasta?" Feliciana Vargas (the personification of Northern Italy, also known as just Italy) asked me. "Yeah, Lovi, I'm fine, and I loved the pasta, Feli. It was amazing!" I replied after making sure that the coast was clear. Lovina (the personification of Southern Italy, otherwise known as Romano) roamed her eyes around the area, before she and her sister came closer to me. "You were overdoing it, Amelia," she told me. "Shoot," I muttered, "Well, thanks for telling me." She nodded, as she and Feli smiled at me. "Anytime."
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Ending notes: incomplete
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