Nah. They'd kill me.
It's a long running battle within the family. The most of the family says we are German. I say that kind of attitude got us shot and thrown into a mass grave. If you live in a country for over 200 years, you're whatever that country is.
Going down the middle road in Eastern Europe is the best way not to get killed. lol
speaking of getting killed, family still doesn't want me going to Hungarian hang out places, for *scream* The people might know us from way back. omg run for the hills! It's 1945 and there's still a bounty on our heads!