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Elizaveta enjoyed the walk over with Austria on his arm. Rather than get jealous when he saw other men look her way, he all but beamed with pride and would sometimes flash a little smirk at them when she wasn't looking. He couldn't blame them for also noticing how pretty she was and his expression almost mockingly said "You can look, but you can't touch. She is my girl, see?" When they reached the restaurant he made sure to hold the door open for her and escort Roderich to the table like a true gentleman. Naturally Roderich had been teaching the Hungarian manners for a lady back then, but Elizaveta had apparently paid enough attention to the lessons to mimic a gentleman's manners, too.

Honestly, Hungary felt quite proud with himself for these accomplishments and hoped he had impressed the aristocrat. Despite his best efforts to act like all of this came naturally, there was a flicker of pride in his green eyes that couldn't be hidden.

"Well, I had a very good teacher," Hungary said with a soft chuckle as he followed her inside and made sure to pull out her chair for her after they were shown to a table. He made sure she was well taken care of and tried to show the same amount of attentiveness Roderich gave to Elizaveta when they were in their proper genders. Only then did he sit down and smiled happily seeing his beautiful girlfriend sitting across from him.

Hungary blushed at his own thoughts. Girlfriend? Their love was mutual, but sometimes he forgot that they had yet to officially declare their relationship and suddenly that concerned him. What if Roderich just wanted to be close friends and he was misinterpreting the signs? That shouldn't be possible, but Elizaveta couldn't help worrying about it now.

"Miss Austria... Would you mind if I asked you a silly question?" Hungary asked as he reached out and took her hand with a soft blush. It really was silly to even think about it at this point, wasn't it? They had already kissed and Austria was not the sort of man who kissed just anyone.

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Hungary blushed softly and his eyes darted down to the table before looking back at Roderich. He was being so silly right now! It wasn't a hard question and he knew the answer already, right? Still, he couldn't help suddenly feeling like a shy school girl as he gently held Austria's hand a bit tighter.

"We... We are a couple again, correct?" he finally managed to ask. The Hungarian struggled not to look away as he watched Roderich's reaction with his hopeful green eyes. "I know that is strange to ask now, but... I just wanted to be certain." He lightly gripped his pants leg, worried that Austria might think he was a fool. While Hungary was usually thoughtful and looked before he leaped, when it came to being with the man--ahem--woman he loved at times Elizaveta didn't always think things through.

Hungary's cheeks flushed with joy as his eyes practically sparkled hearing Roderich call them a couple. He couldn't resist a big grin and only the table between them kept Elizaveta from pulling the aristocrat into a firm hug. There was nothing in the world that could have possibly made him happier and at that moment he felt like they had taken their first major step to reclaiming the relationship Russia tried to tear apart after WWII. This time he wouldn't let anyone come between them.

"I am very happy to hear you say that," Elizaveta finally said after a few seconds of struggling to reign in his enthusiasm.

"I think so, too," Hungary said as he continued to hold Austria's hand. He never wanted to let go of her, but he eventually and very reluctantly did so they could look at the menus and order something to eat. Honestly, Elizaveta felt like anything would taste good. He was over the moon despite his calm appearance and the warm smile wouldn't leave his face.

"Since we are a couple, would it be alright for me to bring you lunch?" Hungary asked, feeling a little silly again for the question, but cooking Austria's meals had been one of his routines before they were forcibly separated. Obviously that was impossible for every meal since they no longer lived together, but he could at least do that much while they were at school.

Hungary smiled happily as he picked up a menu as well and began to look for something good to order. It still tickled him that they were official again and he was already thinking up lunches to make for his boyfri--ahem--girlfriend. Elizaveta just hoped that Austria still had the same tastes and paid close attention to what she ordered to see if he could still predict her.

"I'm glad you think so," he said. "I enjoy cooking, you know? It makes me happy to have someone to cook for."