Author's note: I was browsing the hetalia kink meme one night and came across this adorable request (that had an art fill already) for little!England meeting little!France for the first time and mistaking him for a very pretty girl. So I ended up writing a fic fill ^_^ Seriously, the art fill is what mostly inspired me. Little Iggy was sooooo cute X3

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The first time he saw the pretty blonde girl in the fancy dress, he blushed to the roots of his hair. He had never seen a girl like her before. Everyday he saw her frolicking in the flower bed and everyday he would watch her from a distance. He was too shy to just go up and introduce himself. But he wanted to know who she was.

When he finally had the courage to go talk to her, he picked a flower and slowly walked towards her dancing form. "U-Um," he started. She turned and her blue eyes seemed to pierce through him. His heart fluttered and he blushed furiously while holding out the flower. "F-For you," he said softly.

She blinked and then smiled, taking the flower and putting it into her golden hair. "Merci!" she said. She giggled and patted his head. "You're so cute! What's your name?"

"I'm…I'm England," he replied, feeling as though his head might explode from all the blood rushing to it.

"Oh, you are like me," she cooed. "You may call me France."

"France?"

"That's right!"

He smiled. "I just wanted to tell you h-how pretty I think you are…"

France's cheeks turned pink. "Well aren't you the sweetest child~" She took him into her arms suddenly and hugged him to her chest, which was surprisingly flat. He expected she would have already started developing, but perhaps she was a late bloomer?

England felt her lips kiss him on both cheeks. "Y-You're welcome," he said into her chest.

"I was beginning to wonder if Spain and I were the only boys around here!~"

Wait a minute.

"B-Boys?" England felt his heart sink.

"Oui!" France said, giving him a dazzling smile.

"I…I thought…"

He pulled away from the blonde and stared at his feet, trying to hide the tears. All this time…she was a boy. He'd had a crush on a boy.

"Petit Angleterre…?"

"I-I have to go."

"You will be sure to visit me again, oui?"

England didn't answer as he turned and left. The tears fell down his cheeks like rivers. He ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore and then he collapsed beside a river and cried. "I was so stupid!" he wailed. "I made a complete fool of myself! I can never show my face to her-him again…"

"Why are you stupid, petit Angleterre?"

England jumped and turned to see France peering down at him. "Did you follow me?!" he yelped.

"Oui, you looked upset." France pouted. "Did I do something to upset you?"

The other boy sniffed and turned back around. "I…I thought you were a girl," he grumbled.

France bit his lip to stop from laughing as he sat down beside the other nation. "It would not be the first time someone has mistaken me for a girl," he said. He cocked his head to the side. "Are you that disappointed?"

"…a little," he muttered.

"Hmm…then I promise to always look like a girl for you, mon ami!"

"W-What?!" England cried, turning red. "But you're a boy!"

"Haha, exactly!" France wrapped his arms around him and hugged him close. "Big brother France will always look after you!"

England wanted to scream and hit him, but…it felt nice being in the older boy's arms. Of course he'd never let him know that.