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How to be a girl- An Italy story

Chapter 1

The bet

We all sat around a small wooden coffee table in Britain's house. I was sat opposite Hungary; she was glaring at me.

"Take that back Italy!" she growled. "Take that back right now!"

"Um…." I sweat dropped, fidgeting in my chair. "No. Being a girl is easy!"

"Really? And you know this how? Do you have a secret life where you are a girl?" she raised her eyebrow glowering at me.

"No! But you don't have to go through Germany's training OR fight in wars!" she scoffed.

"Yeah so what? Do you get pregnant? Do you go into labour? Do you have a monthly … gift?" she finished awkwardly.

"Oh so that's why you're so moody!" I sniggered; Hungary got up and whacked me round the head just as Britain came in.

"That is IT Italy! I've had it up to here with your ostoba és gyerekes (Idiotic and childish) behaviour! If you seriously think that being a teenage girl is so átkozott (Damn) easy then you try being a girl for a day!" Hungary yelled at me. "I'd like to see you try it!"

"Whatever Hungary!" I rolled my eyes impatiently. "Ragazze (Girls!)!"

"Italy I think Hungary is right. You shouldn't say things like that! It's sexist!"The Brit scolded, I giggled, taking no notice of him.

"What's so funny?!" Hungary snapped at me, narrowing her eyes.

"Britain said sex!" I burst into fits of laughter.

"You are such an hülye idióta (Idiotic moron!)!" she screamed.

"Actually Italy I said sexist!" Britain corrected me. However, I was too busy laughing to care. You could say I'm childish, but oh well, Germany said something about it being clinically proven that girls are more mature than boys.

"So!? It's… still… funny!" I gasped for breath as I rolled around on the floor. Britain rolled his eyes and stepped over me handing Hungary a cup of tea. He placed the other two mugs he was holding on the table. I calmed down and hauled myself up onto the couch and took the espresso Britain had made me. Hungary was giving me a death stare whilst Britain just sipped his tea.

"Britain go get your magic books, we are going to have a bet!" Hungarybarked, causing the Brit to jump up and dash out of the room, muttering to himself absentmindedly. I raised my eyebrows at the Hungarian.

"What was that all about?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Well you think you can spend a day as a girl, it's what? 9 am now? Britain will turn you into a girl for the day and we'll see how you go, you can borrow some of my clothes if you must." I grinned at her.

"Ok, fine we have a deal." She smirked just as Arthur returned with a massive dusty book in toe. He blew off the dust and we all coughed as he started to flick through the pages.

"So what kind of spell do you want?" he asked.

"Something that will turn him into a girl until he realises what it's like to be one." Hungary said flipping her light brown hair.

"O-kay, hum …. AH HA! With this spell you can change gender for any amount of time and then change back. So all you have to do is say this simple spell and poof! Italy's a girl!" Hungary took the book and read aloud.

"Ternum salis infusa condimentum tasi omnium minime delicatus!" (A pinch of salt, a dash of spice, a little taste of all things nice!) Suddenly, I felt a rush of cold air and my hair started to grow longer. My chest grew outwards and my eye lashes darkened.

"I feel really weird!" I said. My voice sounded a little higher than normal. I gasped.

"Wow Italy! You… um …. You look really p-pretty as a girl." Arthurcomplimented, I felt my cheeks heat and I mumbled a thanks.

"Oh my Isten (God)!" Hungary squealed. "C'mon we need to go get you ready! We are going into town!" she dragged me up stairs and threw a bra and some pink underwear at me and telling me to put them on. I went into the bathroom and she helped me with the bra clasp. Then she gave me a turquoise skirt and pink tank top with a green under vest top saying 'there's nothing sweat about me!' on it. I shoved them on and she passed me a pair of pink high heels. (Is Italy wearing pink pants or the turquoise skirt?)

"Do I really need to wear such… showy clothes?" I asked.

"Of course!" she smirked, "If you want to be a girl."

We went down stairs, Elizaveta now wearing a purple and blue outfit similar to mine. We walked into the front room. As soon as Britain saw us his eyes popped out of his head and he spat his tea back into his cup. Hungary and I burst out laughing.

"W-we were g-going int-to town!" she giggled. Once we'd calmed down we took a taxi into London. We went to Oxford Street and began 'window shopping' as Hungary called it. Suddenly two men behind us wolf whistled.

"Hey Eliza! Who's your friend?" A Spanish accent shouted. Hungary's eyes widened.

"My name is Felicia." I said, turning around to see… Spain and France!

"Well hola señorita!" Spain winked at me, one arm stretched out for a hand shake. I took it and blushed lightly when he said, "Su belleza es la de una Rosa (your beauty is that of a Rose)!"

"Ignore him!" said a French voice; France took my hand and kissed it lightly. "Pay more attention to moi, belle fille!" I blushed deeper, more from embarrassment than flatter.

"W-well thank you…."

A/N here is the first chapter of my totally amazing Hetalia story! Here is a shout out!

HetaFruitsOuranHp321: Thank you so much for letting me borrow your idea of changing Italy into a girl!

Mint-Chocolate-Leaves- My totally Kickass awesome Beta!

I hope you all like my story! Until next time!

Love Fred!

Ciao! ^^