Note: Little Arthur is so freaking cute.
I don't own Hetalia.
I hope you enjoy and look forward to future chapters!
"Who's Arthur, honey?"
Arthur looked up from his dolls and cars. He was playing NASCAR again and Malibu Barbie was a three-time Gold Cup winner and this was her last race before she was going to retire in her big mansion that was set up in the corner by the window.
Mother was holding a few test papers and on the name line, Arthur had written his name instead of Emily. He forgot to do that sometimes, but the teacher always knew who the test belonged to so he didn't really bother with it.
"Me." Arthur went back to twirling in a circle on his knees, racing Barbie to a fourth championship title.
"Your name's Emily, honey. Not Arthur."
"No it's not," Arthur said simply. He didn't even look up from his cars.
"Yes it is. That's what I named you."
"Well, I didn't like that name. Arthur sounds better. Not as girly."
"Why is Emily too girly, honey?"
Mother was crouched down on her heels and she put a hand on Arthur's shoulder, stopping his twirling so he had to look up at her.
"'Cause I'm a boy. And I don't want a girly name."
Mother looked at Arthur quietly for a long time and Arthur started to feel queasy in his stomach. His mother only looked at him like that without saying anything when she was angry. Like, after Arthur had tracked mud into the house and on the carpet in the living room.
"My tummy hurts, Mommy."
"Emily…"
"My name's Arthur."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
Arthur shrugged. "My tummy feels weird, Mommy."
"Why do you think you're a boy, Emily?"
"I don't know. I just know. Why?"
Mother stared silently some more and Arthur's stomach churned viciously. He squirmed on the floor and pressed a hand to his gut. He didn't like being in trouble.
"Am I in trouble?"
Mother startled. "No! No, honey." She sniffed and her eyes watered up some, even though she never ended up crying, and she wrapped Arthur up into a big hug. "You're not in trouble, at all."