A/N: Hooray for progress! The story is getting somewhere! I've always kind of imparted my fashion sense onto the Italy twins so what Romano is wearing is so something I would wear...And Romano in a fedora? Always.
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
"Come on, Roma. You can come out now."
"But it feels so wrong and weird and so incredibly gay!"
"Baby, you've been an unintentional transvestite your entire life. I don't think wearing girls clothes will kill you."
Hungary shook her finger at the door, "If you don't come out right now then I can't tell you how you look and do you want to look like an idiot when Spain get's home?"
Romano stomped out from behind the door, fury conquering fear, "What? No! We are not telling Spain! Never!"
Hungary pouted.
"But Roma, you look so cute! Look!" she whined, spinning the small Italian around to face a mirror.
Romano gaped.
Staring back was a very slim, well-dressed and very pretty Italian girl. She was wearing a black, V-neck t-shirt that accentuated her almost non-existent bust, a short red skirt over tight skinny jeans that announced that yes she did, in fact, have hips and ended in a pair of high black boots.
"I…look like a girl," Romano gasped, reaching up a hand to adjust the fedora that was perched on the Italian's head.
The girl in the mirror copied the movements.
Romano turned to Hungary.
"We can't let Spain no about this," the brunette said hurriedly, green eyes pleading, "He wouldn't understand something I've spent my whole life hiding-"
Hungary's eyes softened and she opened her mouth to say something when a voice called, "We're back~! And I'm not drunk off my ass so you don't have to break Gilbert's arm, Roma~!"
Romano's eyes widened in fear and before Hungary could do anything, the small Italian was behind the bathroom door again.
A 'click' announced that the door was now locked.
"Way to go, Spain," Hungary muttered under her breath, "Who knows if you'll ever find out about what's been hiding right under your nose."