Here we go…another meaningful chapter~!

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When he stepped inside, he saw that the café wasn't as crowded as he thought…allowing him to see Hungary in the line. She was in jeans and seemed to be ordering a latte, so he patiently waited for her at a table, hearing the chaos that was erupting outside (thus preventing them from even entering the damn building).

"Oh, Germany…I didn't notice you."

"Hm? Oh, Hungary." He smiled. "I was waiting for you. You want to join me?"

"…sure…?" She sat down. "What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're oddly nicer than usual. I was expecting you to be all serious today."

"Well, first of all, there's that." He pointed outside to the chaos of Romano being chased by Francis. "And then there's the anniversary that I was just told."

"Oh…well, that…I'm sorry that we didn't tell you." She stated. "It's just that…Italy wanted to keep it to just the four of us."

"The four of…who?"

"Me, Austria, Italy and Prussia." She sighed. "Now that I think about it, we should've told you about it…since this is your territory."

"You mean his territory."

"Hm?"

"Holy Roman Empire's…" He leaned in. "Heilrich's."

She was too stunned for words, much less to speak, but then quickly cleared her thoughts and throat before sipping her latte and trying her best not to look completely shocked at the fact that Germany knew the human name of the territory that he now inherited.

"D-did Prussia tell you that?"

"Yes…yes he did."

"Oh…OK." She sighed. "I was wondering, since we kept human names close between the four of us."

"So…you know everyone's human names."

"Yes…" Hungary answered with semi-surprised eyes. "Why? Do you want to know any of them?"

"No…"

"Did Prussia tell you our human names?"

"No." He stated. "I didn't think it was something that I was allowed into."

"This is your land, Germany. I'm pretty sure that if you ask Italy, he'd tell you everything." She stated. "He trusts you with everything if you just ask."

"Well…I don't think he'll trust me if I ask him this time."

"Why not?" She asked. "He obviously trusts you."

"…" He leaned in. "Elizabeta."

She froze, her lips to her latte, as he continued to look at her with the most serious look on his face that she had ever seen. After a few minutes of trying to figure everything out, she lowered the cup and tried to form words, finally forming something simple.

"…d-did Prussia tell you our human names?"

"No…I thought I told you this…"

"…no, this can't be possible…" She mumbled. "He had to have told you. We never told our names past the four of us."

"You told one more person, didn't you? A long time ago…back when these streets were barely paved and life was simpler…"

"…you're lying to me, aren't you? How dare you do that! Heilrich's been dead this entire time!" She spat. "You can't toy with my emotions that way!"

"You were just like that with Roderich…you two argued like you were married." He laughed. "No wonder you married him."

She froze.

"Now that we bring this up, remember when you read my diary and tried your very best to get more details out of me?" He sighed. "You wouldn't bother to keep your mouth shut, not even when someone else would come in the room."

/= [FLASHBACK] =/

She didn't know why she was reading his journal, but after a few minutes she didn't regret it. Each and every single page seemed to be nothing more than him trying to impress Italy, each and every attempt failing over each other…it was worse than England, if she thought about it. She couldn't help but laugh at the attempts. They were so innocent~!

After a few minutes, she quickly rehid it in the same place that she found it and continued to clean Holy Rome's room with a smile on her face. She decided that she was going to try nonchalantly hinting him on what to do later in order to get Italy…but the minute he walked into the room, that whole thing went right out the window.

"You're so cute, Heilrich~!"

"Gyah!" He jumped back. "W-what's wrong with you, Elizabeta?"

"You're so cute when you're trying to appeal to Italy~!"

"W-w-w-wha-? You…you read my journal, didn't you!" Heilrich panicked. "Elizabeta!"

"I'm sorry, I was cleaning your closet and accidentally found it...and it fell open right in front of me!"

"A-a-a-and you…read it?"

"Of course I did! I need to know the suffering of every child that I care for!"

"I-I'm not a child!"

"Yes you are!" She cuddled him in her arms. When was the last time he was so adorable? "You're still so naïve when it comes to love!"

"L-let go of me! I don't need your help!"

"Of course you do, Heilrich~! You have no idea what you're doing!"

"I'll find out on my own!"

"Oh? Don't you want to know more about Italy?"

"I-I already know everything about her!"

"Do you know her human name?"

He froze. Unfortunately, after all the digging that he had done, that was the only detail that he had skipped. She laughed at that detail (for boys always forget one or two details) before pressing hard about everything that he knew. Never mind the fact that Italy was at the doorway…and that he quickly found her.

"I-I-I-Italy!" He stammered. "H-hi there!"

"Aw…you're so cute, Holy Rome~!"

"HUNGARRRRYYYY!"

/= [END FLASHBACK] =/

"You…remember?"

"After that day, you kept placing Italy in prettier and frillier dresses on the off chance of seeing me slip and just blurt out my love for Italy." He chuckled. "However, according to my belief, you've…never actually seen it."

"…Heilrich? My god…you…" She sat back down. "When I first saw you, I thought you two looked the same, but I never thought-"

"I probably would've denied it even if you asked. I barely remember some details, even now." He sighed. "But now that I think about them, I can recall each detail like it was only a few minutes ago."

"You really are Heilrich…"

"Yeah…I can't believe it either…but I am…" He sighed. "I remember following Italy as many times as I can trying to let her be by my side…the days I had with her…"

"You…do know you're talking about our Italy."

"Yeah, I know…"

"…do you still love him? Even though he's a man?"

Germany turned his head away and stared out onto the street, where a police officer finally got the damn Frenchman to stop chasing Romano, who was now spitting off Italian nonsense to some blond guy with a bear…what was his name again? He leaned on his fingers, and felt that his cheeks were getting warmer. Please tell me that she can't see it…

"Awwwww, you really do love him!"

Dammit, Hungary…

"That's great! Not only did Holy Rome survive to become Germany, but his love remains intact!" She chirped through her latte. "Now we have to tell Italy this!"

"Eliza, it can't be that easy." He stated. "Um…yes, I love him-"

"SQQQUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"-but…I don't know what part of me loves him."

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"Do I as Germany love him? Or does the part of me that remains as Holy Roman Empire love him?" He sighed. "Italy obviously is in love with him-"

"What about you? He adores you!"

"Maybe…but then again, he might've stayed with me because I looked like Holy Rome…"

"But you are Holy Rome…"

"Did we know this before? Of course we didn't." Germany closed his eyes. "But Italy deserves to know this…"

"Germany…tell him."

"…tell him what?"

"That you love him…and that you're Holy Rome."

"He won't believe me."

"If you get your memories back, like you did with me, then he'll believe you."

"…where are they, anyway? Italy and Austria?"

"They're actually going to Holy Rome's…well, your gravestone." She stated. "I can drive you there, if you wish."

"Thanks, but…I can't leave them alone."

"…I guess I can drive them as well."

"I guess that works…" He sighed. "I'll stay in the passenger's seat in case you want to kill someone."

"That will work too."

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This is really starting to get interesting…and yes, Romano gets a chappie :D