A/N: And, once again, I lied about the length. I just realized that I'm probably making a big deal about nothing but I know that I, as a reader, would be bugged by short chapters. Hello, Axis Powers!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
Romano looked up at Spain.
"Do you hear something?" the Italian asked.
Spain stood still for a second, "That sounds like Hungary hurting Gil, judging from the pleas for mercy and the relentless banging."
"Oh, okay then. Nothing to worry about," Romano shrugged, leaning up to continue making out with the Spaniard.
"But, shouldn't we help Gilbert?" Spain asked, already inching towards the living room.
"Help the albino-freak?" the Italian asked with a nose-wrinkle.
"Well, he did just listen to me ramble for an hour and a half about why I thought you were a girl," Spain said, "So I think it's the least we could do."
Romano followed begrudgingly, holding on to the back of the Spaniard's shirt.
Spain was just getting the lock undone on the closet when Romano's fingers wiggled between his own and he turned to find a bright red blush on the Italian's face.
"Roma, you're so cute~!" Spain exclaimed, kissing the younger nation just as the doors of the closet swung open and Hungary and Prussia came tumbling out.
Prussia lifted his head to find himself faced with Hungary's bust, and only had time to mutter, "Well, shit." Before something heavy and metallic came down on his head.
When the albino nation came around, he found his head resting on something soft.
Prussia looked up to find that he was lying in Hungary's lap, her hands combing through his silver hair.
"So, I really am a girl," Romano was clarifying, "Feli is too."
"Well, that makes sense," Hungary nodded, "He-she, whatever, always has been a bit of a…"
"Fag?" Romano suggested.
Hungary laughed, "Girly, yes. I figured as much."
"What does that mean?" Prussia and Romano asked at the same time.
"I already called Veni, Luddy and Kiku and they're on their way now," Hungary said cheerily.
Right on cue, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Romano sighed, walking to the front door.
The Italian opened the brown door and sighed, "Ciao, Potato bastard, Felic-"
"Ve~! Ciao, Roma~!"
"Hello, Romano-san."
"Italia, I didn't know your brother was into crossdressing too."
Romano face-palmed.