A/N: Continuation of PruHun. Longness approaches...I see it! On the horizon!

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

Hungary laughed, still trying to understand what Prussia was trying to say.

"We were married, Gilbert. I think it was a little more than a crush," she told him, bitterness lacing her voice, "And look where that got us."

Prussia rolled his eyes, then (remembering they were in a dark closet) sighed and said, "Fritz, you are so slow sometimes Eliza."

"What does that mean-?" Hungary demanded before she was cut off and only able to "Mmff!" against Prussia's lips.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Hungary demanded when Prussia released her.

The albino 'Keseseses!'-ed, "That was what I should have done when we were kids, when I found out you were a girl, when I finally surpassed you in height and we got totally wasted in celebration, when you married that prick, Austria, again when you were divorced. That was what I've been trying, wanting, aching to tell you for centuries, but have never worked up the guts to do it."

Hungary stared at the Prussian mere inches from her.

"You…you're not joking?" she finally muttered.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Prussia demanded.

Hungary deadpanned, "Gilbert, we're in a closet. I can't see anything."

"Then, can we leave the closet so that you can see my I'm-totally-pissed-that-it's-taking-you-this-long-to-figure-this-out face?" Prussia asked.

"And what exactly am I not figuring out?" Hungary asked, trying (and failing) to put her hands on her hips.

"That I love you, verdammt!" Prussia exclaimed, but it was his turn to be cut off with an "Eliza, wha-fffmmnnngg!"

Hungary finally released Prussia when the burning need for air became persistent.

"That," Prussia said, "Was awesome."

The Hungarian smiled then said, "Now, for the love of all that is good in this world, can we get the hell out of this closet?"

"Please," Prussia emphasized, turning to push the doors open.

After a second, Hungary was starting to become painfully aware of the fact that they were still in the closet.

"Hey, uh, Gilbert?" Hungary said calmly.

"Yeah, Eliza?"

"Why are we still in here?"

"Well, about that…"

"We're locked in, aren't we?"

Prussia gave a nervous chuckle, "How'd you figure it out?"

"Because if we weren't locked in and you were just screwing with me then you wouldn't be able to feel your face because it would be smashed into your head."

"Kesese…love you too, Liz."

"Gilbert?"

"Yeah?"

"OPEN. THE DAMN. DOORS."