A/N: This doesn't apply to this chapter, but there will be a serious lackage of a certain word that starts with 'a' and ends with 'wesome'. I only realized after I was done and couldn't really find a place to stick it in so...yeah...

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

"Romano, what-?"

"Eliza, do you remember when Feli and I were kids living with you and Austria?" the Italian interrupted.

Hungary smiled nostalgically, "Of course I remember, sweet heart. How could I forget you and Veni? You looked so cute in your little dresses…It's too bad you're boys and can't wear dresses all the time. You would look so cute dressed up as-"

Hungary suddenly stopped at the look Romano was giving her.

"Oh my…Roma?" she muttered, "Were we all-?"

"Eliza, how did you figure out you were a girl?" Romano muttered.

Hungary laughed lightly, sitting down on the couch in the living room and motioning for Romano to sit beside her.

"It was Gilbert, actually," she said, "He…um…well, he and I were really good friends back then and I used to ask him questions and tell him things that I didn't understand."

Now Romano was giving her a strange look.

"What?" she demanded.

"You know, he still loves you," Romano said slowly, "I can't tell you how many times I've heard him say your name while he's…well, drunk and semi-conscious, but it counts, right?"

Hungary quirked an eyebrow, "And this is helpful…how?"

"Because everyone with eyes can see that your fighting is UST and its starting to piss us all off that you won't just get together already," Romano said, eye-rolling, "But I didn't call you over for love-advice. I have a major problem."

"Uh…" Hungary muttered, "Yeah. Shoot."

Romano fidgeted.

"Eliza," eyebrow raise, "Did you listen to anything I just said?"

Hungary nodded, "Yeah, I heard, but I'm still confused."

A look of despair came over the Italian's face.

"You really don't get it?" Romano asked, sporting a pleading look.

"Romano, what is it?" Hungary asked, "You were talking about when you and Veni were little boys and-"

Romano's hands flew up in frustration, practically screaming, "Are all adults blind?!"

Suddenly, Hungary's eyes widened.

"Oh, Romano," she muttered, "Have we been-? Did we-? Oh, baby. I'm so sorry."

Strong motherly arms circled the younger nation, rubbing circles on Romano's back.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Hungary repeated, "All this time…I'm such an idiot!"

Romano sniffled into Hungary's shoulder, tears slipping from proud green eyes.

"I'm so sorry."