A/N: Hi. New story people! Got inspired by my fave novel/movie "Flipped". And this is the result of my fangirling. Hope you'll enjoy!

Just a note, the POVs change from time to time, and I will not tell who's who.. I'm sure you can figure things out.

Disclaimer: Don't own APH as well as Flipped. Just this story.

Chapter 1: Countdown

All I ever wanted was for Elizaveta Hedervary to remain a guy. I mean, she definitely looked and acted like one, so unlike her anatomical counterpart. In fact, my life would've been fine, only if she was a male.

It all started on the day my family decided to move to the quiet city of Hetalia. The family car passed by an ordinary-looking house with a boy my age playing on the front lawn. He looked up to me; deep green eyes full of curiosity, and followed the direction of our car.

To my surprise, it stopped just across from his house, which only meant that this dull-looking house is where the Beilschmidt family will live from now on.

The guy with green eyes dropped his ball and hurriedly ran towards us...or, more accurately, towards the awesome me.

"Hi! The name's Eli Hedervary...I live across the street!"

There was a passing honking vehicle when the guy mentioned his name. The result was that I haven't quite heard the rest of his name; just 'Eli' and 'Hedervary'. Oh well, might as call him that, then.

I shook the bloke's hand and was surprised at the softness of it. Geez, talk about being a sissy; I immediately didn't like him after touching his pansy hand. My mom had other ideas, though.

"Oh! My son already has a new found friend. You're so pretty dear! Gilbert honey, play nice okay? You're excused from helping out moving our things."

Ick. Did Mom just seriously call him 'pretty' ?! Well, now that I think about it, he does look pretty, but not in a gay way dude. There's no way I'd play/befriend this girly-looking guy.

"Hey, wanna terrorize the whole neighborhood? I've got plenty of pranking stuff at our backyard storage room." He said suddenly after an awkward pause.

Okay. Never mind. The girly-looking guy seemed pretty cool to me. He managed to change my opinion of him the moment he opened his mouth. I love terrorizing neighborhoods, especially those kids of my age. Huh, I guess he ain't so bad after all.

Without further ado, I followed Eli towards the back of his house.

The moment I saw him, I thought, "Whoa!"

He had the whitest snow-white hair (is that even a word?) and ruby red eyes. He was also pale, so pale that I thought he was sickly. I remember seeing a book with a picture of a person with the same physical appearance as that of his', and immediately the word Albino came into mind.

Oh.

I've never seen an albino before. Curiosity got the rest of me, and before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of their lawn. The boy raised his snow-white brows, and it actually took me a few seconds to introduce myself.

I was actually checking my words before spilling it off my mouth. My mom taught me not to be rude, and I was sure that if I hadn't checked my words before speaking, I might've asked him rude questions about the legitimacy of his albinism. Or worse, ask him very bluntly about why he looked like that.

I was grateful that I managed to control my curiosity, and somehow I met the guy's mother. I learned that his name's Gilbert Beilschmidt, and I guess we're...friends. I mean, he lets me call him Gil, and he, in turn, calls me Eli. It sounds boyish, but I quite liked it. I mean, my friends as well as my parents often tell me that I am tomboyish, but I think its better than acting like a wimp. Oh well, that's how my mind works anyways.

I invited him to our backyard to get some stuff for pranking. I'm so happy I finally met someone who loves terrorizing kids and pranks as much as I do!

End of chapter 1.

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