A/N: Longer! I think...Spain gets his confession out due to some helpful ninja-escape skills of Hungary's. Yay!
Warning: Genderbending Ahead
"So…I'm convinced," Prussia said as the two men approached the front door, "But how are you going to find out if you're right or not?"
Spain shrugged, "Ask?"
Prussia face-palmed.
"Really?" he demanded, "We've been talking about this for an hour and a half and your brilliant plan is 'ask'?!"
The Spaniard shrugged, "No one ever said I was smart."
The albino laughed harshly, "You might be bad at academics but you can command an entire armada without breaking a sweat and kick anyone's ass in a fight. Screw 'smart'."
Spain flashed his friend a grin, "Right back at you."
Prussia shrugged, "What can I say? I am awesome."
The green eyes of Spain smiled at his friend as he opened the door, "We're back~! And I'm not drunk off my ass so you don't have to break Gilbert's arm, Roma~!"
Spain and Prussia exchanged confused looks as they heard a door slam.
"Hungary? Romano?" Spain asked, rounding the corner and into the living room, a confused Prussia in his wake.
Hungary made frantic motions to the bathroom door down the hall and mouthed 'Romano is inside!'.
Before Spain could react, the Hungarian rushed forward, grabbed Prussia by the arm and dragged him away as quickly as possible, leaving Spain alone and confused.
The Spaniard headed towards the bathroom door and knocked on it.
"Roma, Romano, I know you're in there!" Spain said.
No answer.
"Please, come out and talk to Boss," he asked.
Still no answer.
Spain sighed and rested his head against the door.
"It's all right, Roma," Spain said softly, "I've finally realized something you've been telling me your whole life, and I'm really stupid for not realizing it earlier."
The brunette leaned against the door, sliding down so he was squatting against it.
A smile tilted his lips, "I've always been an idiot, and you remind me every day. Do you remember when Austria first introduced you to me? He said, 'His name's Romano', and I knew. I knew that you were special, Roma. I've always known. Do you remember what the first thing you told me was? 'Bastard' you said, and you've been saying it ever since."
Spain sighed.
"Ahahaha~, Roma," he laughed, "You're right, I am a bastard. For being blind."
The green eyed Spaniard turned towards the door, standing up, "And Roma, I think I get it now. I made a mistake. 'Her name's Romano', that's what Austria said, and I just heard him wrong.
"Romano, you're a girl."