A/N: Gasp! What is this? A semi-lengthy chapter? Surely not! Germany gets included in the loop!

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

Germany looked at the two Italians in confusion.

Italia was comforting Romano with little "Ve~!"s and "It'll be okay, Romano~!"s while trying to keep the elder Italy from smacking their head repeatedly on the coffee table.

"Hungary, what's this about?" the blonde nation asked, turning to the Hungarian woman.

"Ludwig," Hungary said, placing a hand on the taller nation's shoulder, "And Kiku, for that matter-"

"I already know, Liza-chan," Japan said, snapping a quick picture of a sibling moment between Romano and Italia (AKA, Romano was trying to strangle Italia while Italia administered 'hug therapy' on the elder Italian).

"-All right then, just Ludwig," Hungary continued, "You need to know about something very important."

Prussia laughed, "Keseseses! Ja, West! You're so out of the loop right now!"

"And Po-bear knows," Hungary added thoughtfully, "So, therefore, Diane knows too."

Romano stopped trying to strangle Italia to look at the Hungarian, scandalized, "You told the Gossip Girl?! Now everyone is going to know!"

"Don't be silly," Hungary said with a wave of her hand, "Feliks isn't a girl."

"YOU'RE NOT DENYING IT!"

"He'd probably like to be though…"

"YOU'RE STILL NOT DENYING IT!"

"Oh, hush up, Romano, I'm going to text Feliks about something…"

"What am I missing?" Germany asked his brother, thoroughly confused.

Prussia giggle-laughed manly-ly"That your boyfriend is actually a-"

"Ve~, Doitsu, I'm your boyfriend? That's weird because I'm a-"

"Oh, for the love of tomatoes, we're-"

"Roma, you and Italy are such cute girls~!"

Germany's eyes widened, looking from the scowling Romano to the smiling Italia to his brother, who was trying to hold in his laughter.

"Madchen?" Germany asked.

"Hai, Doitsu-san," Japan nodded.

The blonde nation looked at Japan, "When did you find out?"

Japan thought about it, "Around world war two. Italia needed help wrapping herself and asked me because she knew I wouldn't tell anyone."

Germany looked at Italia.

The redhead Italian smiled, "Ve, I had to wrap my petto so that no one would know I was a ragazza!"

The German blushed while Spain turned to Romano in confusion.

"I never saw you do that, Roma," Spain said, confused.

Romano turned a dark shade of red and muttered something.

"What?" Spain asked.

"I DON'T HAVE BOOBS, OKAY?!" Romano shouted.

Hungary looked up from her texting, "Roma, honey, I'm trying to talk to Feliks. Please don't shout."

Romano face-palmed, muttering something in Italian that made Italia say, "Ve, those aren't nice words, Roma~!"

"So," Germany said slowly, "Italia and Romano are…girls. And they've been hiding this from the world for…how many centuries?"

"Ve~, I don't count that high, Luddy!" Italia said while Romano muttered, "I lost track."

"Whoops," Hungary said suddenly, looking up to the other nations, "Po-bear says that he accidentally might have been so excited that he accidentally posted that fact that you're girls to his Facebook page."

"Putting 'accidentally' in a phrase doesn't make it better," Romano grumbled as the Italian and Spain made their way to the conference room for the World Conference, a week later.

"It's all right, Roma," Spain assured his lover, "Everyone was going to find out somehow anyway."

"Yeah, but I still don't understand why I have to wear…this!" Romano gestured at the brown, frilly, poofy, oh-so-incredibly-girly dress Hungary had forced on the Italian that morning at their hotel room.

"Italita didn't have any problem with hers," Spain pointed out.

Romano eye-rolled, "Feli regularly dresses like a girl, even when she was pretending to be a boy. I blame Hungary."

"Don't say that or the evil Hungary-imps will come after you!" Spain whispered urgently.

The elder Italian was so busy laughing at this comment to almost not notice all of the people staring at the pair when they entered the conference room.

Almost.

"Romano," France said, interrupting the awkward silence, "I didn't know you were into cross-dressing too."

Romano face-palmed, feeling very much sympathetic for a certain German.