A/N: Hallo, PruHun. So very nice to see you. And beer. Can't have Prussia without beer.
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
"So," Prussia said after they had sat down at the bar and ordered their drinks, "Spill."
Spain sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"All right," the Spanish nation said slowly, "Romano is a boy, right?"
Prussia quirked an eyebrow, "Last time I checked. And that is totally an expression. I have never checked so please don't kill me."
Spain gave a harsh chuckle.
"How did you figure out Hungary was a girl?" he asked suddenly.
Prussia choked on his beer.
"W-what?" he coughed, "Liz? What does she have to do with this?"
Now it was Spain's turn to look confused, "She's at my house right now talking to the person I love, whose gender has yet to be defined. Oh, yeah, and you've loved her for centuries. Does that about cover what she has to do with this?"
Prussia blushed scarlet, a sharp contrast to the white of his skin.
"Uh…yeah," he said slowly, "That about covers it."
"Going back the 'gender has yet to be defined'," Spain sighed, "That's what I've been wondering."
"What brought this on?" Prussia asked, "You've been living with him for centuries and have loved him since, what, a few centuries before the Italian Reunification?"
Spain nodded, taking a swig of his drink.
"You've known the little brat practically all his life, after Ancient Rome died," Prussia said, "And now you're wondering if…what? He might be a girl?"
The curly haired Spaniard turned to his friend with a weak grin, "Si, that about covers it, amigo."
"This is so confusing," Prussia sighed.
Spain thought for a second.
"Gilbert, what if I told you some stories that I didn't really think of until a few hours ago that might help convince you," Spain said.
Prussia snorted, "Convince me, then."