Italy was doing the dishes when suddenly Holy Rome appeared behind him.
"Hey Italy I have a question to ask you." Italy dried his hands and turned around.
"What is it Holy Rome?" Are you ok?" Holy Rome started to blush a little bit.
"I just wanted to know if you…if you like me." Holy Rome was very nervous. Italy smiled at him.
"Of course I like you." He replied.
"Do you like me more than a friend?" Holy Rome asked. Italy looked at him with an uncertain look on his face.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"I mean, that I like you a lot Italy. You are the prettiest girl I had ever known and I want to be with you always." Holy Rome was relieved to tell Italy his feelings. Although, he was unaware of what was going to occur next.
"That's very sweet of you to say Holy Rome." Italy smiled. "But you got it all wrong. I'm not a girl, I'm a boy." Holy Rome could not believe what he had just heard. He just stood there, stunted and not uttering a word. Then he fell on the floor. Italy gasped and ran to Holy Rome.
"Oh no, what's wrong Holy Rome?" he shook him a little until Holy Rome's eyes started to flutter open. His face turned a bright red.
"You're a…a boy?" he asked with a small hint of terror in his voice. "But you are in a dress. Why is that?" he asked.
"Ms. Hungry and Mr. Austria have me dress like this. I guess they don't know I am a boy either."
"Don't you even care that they do that?" Holy Rome asked, his voice getting a little louder. "What about your grandfather?" did he have you dress like a girl, even though he knows you were born then opposite?"
"I don't know what you're so angry about, Holy Rome. I liked dressing this way." Italy was so calm, while Holy Rome was a little angry. Holy Rome didn't say anything. He tried to calm himself down, but to no avail. He then ran off, leaving Italy all alone in the kitchen.
"I have never seen Holy Rome so upset before." Italy thought. He looked down at his little dress. "Maybe I should do something about this." And he left the kitchen.
Italy made his way to Holy Rome's bedroom to look for some clothing that would look more appropriate on him. He tried on almost everything that Holy Rome owned, until he found the perfect outfit. He had on black pants and a grey shirt with a deep blue over-vest. There was only one problem with the clothes; they were too big for Italy, but he didn't really care.
Meanwhile, Holy Rome was out in the garden, trying to calm himself down. He was mostly embarrassed that he had liked a boy this whole time.
"I should go back and apologize to Italy." Holy Rome said to himself, and he went back into the house and looked for him.
"Italy, where are you?" Holy Rome asked as he searched all over. He then heard the sound of someone humming coming from his bedroom. He opened the door and saw Italy wearing his clothes. He smiled a little bit as he saw Italy trying to get the clothes to fit properly. Holy Rome then entered the room.
"Italy…" he said softly. Italy turned around and saw Holy Rome standing behind him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come in without asking. I was going to put everything away when I was done. Honest." Italy was scared that Holy Rome was going to get mad at him again.
"Italy, I want to apologize for how I acted earlier. I like you the way you are. I don't care if you dress like a little girl. You don't have to change for me." A big smile appeared on Italy's face.
"That makes me happy." Italy replied. "and I like you too, Holy Rome." And with that, Italy gently kissed Holy Rome on the cheek. Holy Rome softly smiled.
"I'll help you put this away." Holy Rome said, and they picked up all of his clothes. Holy Rome then placed his hand on his face were Italy had kissed him.
"I love you, Italy."
To Be Continued