How to be named 'Beilschmidt' and still survive Highschool

I've been reading lots of gen!flip stories. –nods- (The best of the best are by Black. Rose. Authoress! :D) And I couldn't help but surf Youtube for some good music. (To take a break from all of this Hetalia stuff I've been listening to. 1985 is really good song when trying to avoid France's Embrace the Tres Bien Moi XD) And, right on the front page, under "Recommended for you," is a fem!Germany. With the song, "I'm Your Favorite Drug," by whoever. And BAM! Instant inspiration. I've wanted to write a good Gakuen AU for Hetalia for a while, now, but I didn't want to use any OCs. But I can't stand for a male as the main character, and I don't like any of Hetalia's females. And all of the characters I can write have already been gen!flipped and used.

And then I realized that there isn't much fem!Germany out there…

Sum.: Aloisia "Luddy" Beilschmidt is new to her brother's high school. But who would expect that she, the OCD and orderly person she is, would be friends with the Personal-space-what's-that? Feliciano and quiet but fangirl Kiku? Italy/fem!Germany, other pairings mentioned, human names used!

Alosia = Alosio = Another name meaning the same thing as Ludwig. Alosio and Ludwig are both common German names, which is why she's sometimes called Luddy. Alosia, I could find no record whatsoever of, so the excuse for that will be in the story. ;D (List of gen!flipped characters at the bottom, if you want to see whose flipped before you read)

R&R for shorter A/Ns! :D

1) Bei einer Frau die Schuhe ("In a Woman's Shoes")

Aloisia POV/1st Person

I face-palmed. Of course Bruder would get me my school uniform one size too small. And hide all of my jackets. And not wake me up even though my all three of my alarm clocks failed to.

I stared at them while I brushed my teeth and tied my shoes at the same time, wondering if he possibly turned them off.

Most likely.

I barely glanced at my reflection as I rinsed my mouth. My short blonde hair was brushed and clipped back respectively with a black, red, and yellow hair pin.

I glanced down at my uniform, checking it for flaws.

No blonde (or silver) hairs clung to the comfortable black cotton stockings. (Because we all know that those two colors would stand out easily.) And the brown whatever-brand-they-are uniform shoes slid on well. At least the stockings and shoes were in the right size. The white button-up short-sleeved dress shirt was too tight for my liking. If it wasn't because of the claustrophobic choking-feeling I got because of the collar, it was because of the self-consciousness I was flooded with when the tight fabric pulled over my chest. (34E, and I did not like it. Especially when Bruder insisted on going with me to buy bras.) The red plaid skirt would've been okay if its suspender-like straps didn't accent my breasts, if the hand-height waist didn't feel quite so tight, and if the skirt was actually able to cover my butt when I bend over.

And was that Gott-forsaken black tie really even necessary?

I tried to pull the skirt down a little more, ran my fingers through my hair a few times, and left for school.

Bruder must've been planning on me running late, because as I stepped into my first period, there he sat grinning as everyone stared at me.

I turned bright red, gave an excuse note to the teacher, and sat down angrily next to Bruder, fuming as whispers began to erupt around me.

I glared at him. "Why the verdammt?" I whispered angrily. I wanted to know why he was in two out of eight of my classes, why he didn't wake me up, and why my uniform was too small.

He smirked. "In order of importance—A, late entrances are always a riot, right? Gets everyone's attention. 2, because you really need to show off your body more. And lastly, because I love you!"

"Because you failed a few classes?"

He pouted. "You can't accept it that I love you, my Schwester?"

I nodded to myself. "Yep, you failed two classes. Let me guess, Math and Reading?" Reading was this hour.

He rolled his eyes. "Hey, at least I know I'll pass Trig this time because I have you to cheat off of~"

The teacher called everyone's attention and looked right at me as she spoke. "As all of you can see, we have a new student. Her name is Aloisa Beilschmidt—" she said Beilschmidt like someone normally would say manure, "—and she will be joining us here at NSSM."

Immediately, everyone began whispering to their friends about how there was another trouble maker.

I glared at Bruder. "I do not want to be tagged as a Beilschmidt due to your disruptive behavior."

He grinned at me. "Then prove to everyone that you're the stick-in-the-mud Luddy that I know and love."

I tossed my head and tried to pay attention to the teacher.

As soon as class ended—all the teacher talked about was how it is imperative not to talk in class—Bruder was attacked by two boys.

Attacked meaning that they both wrapped their arms around him.

"Oh-ho-ho~ Is this the bien-aimé Aloisia that you rant about, mon ami?" a boy with stubble and wavy blonde hair said lewdly, winking at me.

I'm sure I had a disgusted look on my face as I gathered my things.

"She's not as caliente as you described her, Gilbert," a boy with tannish skin and brown hair said, not at all disappointed as he said he was. Although his green eyes were a pretty color.

I turned bright red. Did Bruder really call me hot when I wasn't around?

Apparentally not, because he slapped the boy upside the head. "Quit putting words into my mouth, 'Tonio!"

Antonio grinned. "Francis and me thought you might blush, right?" he turned to the French blonde.

Francis sighed dramatically. "Apparantlly not." Did his eye just twinkle? "But I think she's absolutely délicieux~" And with that, I suddenly had a face-full of blue uniform jacket and Axe.

He had, at the speed of light, somehow managed to pull me to his chest and wrap his arms around my waist.

"Bonjour, mon cheri~ My name is Francis Bonnefoy~ How would you like to expérience de l'amour—" as his hand started to drift down my butt, I slapped him across face.

He simply laughed as he stumbled back. Bruder actually sent a weary glare in his direction, but then smiled at me cheerfully. "Francis doesn't believe in the school's hands-off policy." And simply shrugged.

After fixing my skirt, I took my binder and hit him ontop the head. "That's for not standing up for me, Bruder," I huffed as I left the room.

After getting lost a few times, I managed to find my next hour, home-period and German. Might as well take an easy A and get a language course at the same time.

The class was rather uneventful, and I even managed to introduce myself in perfect German when the teacher asked me to without confusing anyone.

After getting assigned a textbook after the bell rang, I left the classroom—

-and ran straight into another person.

"Oh!" a sweet-sounding female voice said rather softly. After both of us caught or balance, she finally looked up at me.

She had pretty black eyes, and short black hair that framed her face. Her ivory skin had a faint blush on it as she realized that it had been kind of her fault for standing in the doorway.

"Gomensai…" she said quietly, bowing and attempting to run away.

I quickly grabbed her elbow. "Ah, wait! It's my fault for not looking—" not really "—so, sorry."

She looked at me for a few moments than smiled slightly. "My name's Kiku Honda."

I smiled shyly back as well. "I'm Aloisa Beilschmidt."

Her eyes widened. "You're Beilschmidt's sister?"

I sighed and nodded, walking with her to her locker. "Sadly. And everyone seems to think that I'm going to act just as bad as he does."

As she entered the combination, she turned to me and smiled. "I don't think so."

I blushed. She opened her locker and deposited her books, then began digging around for the next hour's requirements. I noticed that her class schedule was taped to the locker door.

Third hour…..Physical Education

My eyes widened. "Oh, we have next hour together."

She shut her locker, a plastic store bag filled with something light in her hands. She turned to me as we walked. "Phys Ed?"

I nodded, and she frowned. "You're going to hate it."

I didn't really understand what was to hate.

Antonio and Francis, from first hour, were there, chatting together. A girl sitting next to Antonio, with shoulder-length brown-red hair accenting her olive skin, glaring at anyone who looked at her.

Beside Francis was a smallish girl with curly brown hair in pigtails, tied with red ribbons. She was angrily trying to get out of the arm wrapped around her waist.

And everyone else was chatting, texting, and causing havoc.

I suppose she meant that I wouldn't like the chaos, but that would change when the teacher got here, right?

Sure enough, said teacher emerged from the gym office.

But they had to shatter my hopes by shouting "Free period! Do whatever and don't bother me!"

No one stopped what they were doing, as if this happens every day.

Kiku took my hand in her's and jogged up to the teacher.

They immediately did a once-over of me, not even needing Kiku to tell them that I needed the necessary gym uniform.

Then they turned on their heel, walked inside the office, and tossed the necessary clothing out with a bag, before shutting the door.

I raised an eyebrow, and Kiku just did a 'does-that-to-everyone' eye roll, picked up the bag, and walked with me to the girls' locker room.

She politely looked away as I got undressed, telling me about how class usually always went like that, unless the principal was there. Then, all that they did was run around the outdoors track until the principal left for the band room.

I can not describe in human words what a relief it was to take off the damned uniform. I almost threw it away, but I knew I would get in trouble if I walked around in the ever-so-comfortable red shorts and blue t-shirt.

It was strange how, just looking at me, the teacher had been able to figure out which size pants I wore. Although the shirt was still too small for me…

As I stepped out of the locker room with Kiku, my ears were bombarded with the loudest crashing sounds I ever heard.

The girls (that had been with Francis and Antonio) had teamed up and were now throwing footballs, basket balls, and (ow!) baseballs at the boys.

Francis seemed to know exactly when to duck, but Antonio didn't have quite enough luck when it came to the well-thrown baseballs that his friend threw at his shoulder and legs.

"Wahhh! Elda! Why are you throwing things at us?" he whined as a football barely missed his cheek.

Elda, the girl with her hair down, grit her teeth and yelled something in Italian. The only thing I could pick out was the word 'bastard.'

Francis was simply smirking and shouting things at the pigtails-girl in French. The word Seychelles seemed to be said a lot.

She glared at him angrily. "And quit calling me Seychelles!" She threw a basketball, which he moved to the left to dodge.

After "Seychelles" and "Elda" ran out of things to throw, they gave up and went off to talk to other people. Antonio followed Elda, spouting things in Spanish, while Francis took notice of Kiku and me, sitting side by side near the locker room.

He immediately grew one of those "I'm-so-going-to-have-fun-with-this" male looks.

He sauntered over to us when we weren't looking and, making both me and Kiku burn red, wrapped his arms around both our waists, pulling us towards him.

Kiku choked out a breath, because her small figure made him practically smother her. I glanced worriedly at her, then glared angrily up at Francis.

"Ah, mes chéris, pourquoi es-tu si seul?" He purred lewdly. Kiku looked like she had absolutely no idea what he had just said, while I knew a little bit of French from my last school.

"Even if we are lonely, which we aren't, then that doesn't mean you should waltz over here uninvited."

He looked kind of shocked that someone actually understood him.

"Oi, parlez vous Francais?" he asked eagerly. I pried his arms off of Kiku and me, and sort of guarded her by standing a little in front of her.

"…only a little…" I mumbled.

He frowned a little in thought, and Kiku and I ran off in Antonio's direction.

I gave her a look, and she mumbled "he's my friend, sort of…" just as we stopped in front of the bleachers. Elda and Seychelles were talking to each other quietly, with Antonio simply sitting happily with his arm looped around Elda's shoulders.

Antonio's eyes brightened up as he saw Kiku and me. "Ah, Kiku, I haven't seen you in a while! How are you?"

Elda looked jealous by this little conversation, but she brought her attention to me. She took one look at me and growled angrily, "potato bitch."

My eyes widened but Kiku gave me a warning elbow to the ribs. Elda was apparentally not a force to reckon with.

I found this out for myself when Antonio smiled happily at me and, slipping his arm around my waist, rested his chin on my shoulder. "Beilschmidt! I didn't realize we had this class together as well, sí?"

Elda's eyes flared up angrily—I could practically see the flames in her brown irises. But she quickly masked her jealousy by pouting angrily and tossing her hair over her shoulders, turning back to Seychelles. Said girl was biting her lip, with her cheeks glowing red, as she held back from laughing.

Elda obviously liked Antonio. She just seemed to have lucked out by getting the most clueless boy to fall in love with.

I lightly elbowed Antonio in the gut, then tilted my head slightly in Elda's direction.

Well, Antonio didn't pick up that Elda was mad at him, but at least he realized she was madder-than-usual.

He mindlessly let go and flung himself onto the unfortunate girl, cooing about how she looked adorable and how he would beat up whoever made her mad. She burned bright red and (weakly) attempted to push him off of her.

Ah, spending the second half of the school year here would prove harder to be then I thought.

Wow. This chapter took me an incredibly long month to write. And it's-OMG-2,000 words long! Don't expect any of the other chapters to be quite so awesomely long as this. :P I originally planned for her entire first day to be this chapter, but the gym scene took so long –face palm- Actually, the entire story up to about half-way through the gym scene was all done on the first day. Afterwards, about only three paragraphs were written a day (at the most.) And then, at the "potato bitch" bit, I stopped for about a week and then wrote everything after that today. (6/8)

Please review! Reviews make me want to update! :) (I'm already working on the next chapters, but there have been many times when I would have the chapter finished but forgotten to post it until I got a review for that story! :D)

P.S., as I just now remembered this, here's the list of characters whose genderflipped, and their new names~!

Germany/Ludwig = Aloisa ("Luddy")

Romano/Lovino = Imelda ("Elda")

Japan/Kiku = Kiku

America/Alfred = Allison ("Ally")

Poland/Feliks = Grażyna ("Grace")

Switzerland/Vash = Vanessa

Latvia/Raivis = Tievgalis ("Tia")