A/N: Okay, if the thing about Austria at the end of the last chapter confused anyone, let me explain. Austria did say 'His name's Romano' Spain was just saying that he was stupid for making assumptions. Because, as my mother loves to tell me, "When you assume you make an ass out of you and me". This part is purely PruHun. Yay!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
"Uh, Eliza? Was this really necessary?"
Prussia was feeling rather claustrophobic.
Hungary had decided to hide them in a closet.
And not even a big closet.
A tiny closet.
"Don't think I'm liking this any more than you are," Hungary muttered.
Prussia bit the inside of his cheek.
Because, as a matter of fact, he was enjoying this much more than he should have been. Not that he'd ever tell her that.
Hungary, on her part, was also enjoying being this close to Prussia, but would have eaten her frying pan before admitting it.
The experience several moments of awkward silence before the Albino exhaled slowly.
"Hey…um…" he muttered, thinking about what Spain had said, "C-can I ask you something?"
Hungary turned her big green eyes on the Prussian nation.
She thought about what Romano had said. Did she really have the guts to admit it.
"S-sure," she stuttered, cursing her voice for cracking on her.
"Do you remember, when we were kids…and…uh…you figured out you were a girl?" he asked, glad that the darkness of the closet covered his blush.
Hungary snorted, "It seems like everyone wants to talk about that today. And it was you that figured it out, not me."
"Everyone?" Prussia asked.
"That's what Roma called me over here for," Hungary explained.
The Prussian grinned, "So is it true? Romano's a…she?"
The brunette nodded, "I guess Spain figured it out too."
"So," Prussia said, trying to shift from foot to foot but failing due to the inadequate legroom, "Back to the subject. You were a girl. And then that prick, Austria, started crushing on you?"
Hungary nodded.
Prussia gulped. If he was going to do this, he would have to do it right.
"His measly crushing has nothing on me."