A/N: Sigh, finally done. Oh, and do you see that at the end? It's a pronoun! They're wonderful things. Oh, and since I normally ship PruCan my secondary shipping for Canada is RusCan, as exhibited below.

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

"I really am a girl, dammit!" Romano exclaimed.

"It's true," Spain said, getting a glazed look in his eyes, "Oh, how very true…"

Romano smacked him to make the Spaniard shut up.

"So, you and petite Italy, really are girls?" France asked.

Romano sighed exasperatedly, "Didn't I just say that?"

"It's true!" Hungary piped up.

"Hai, I agree," Japan added.

Prussia laughed, "It's true, Francy-pants, they really are girls."

"Ja," Germany nodded.

"But, how did you manage to keep a secret the whole time?" England asked.

"Ve, Kiku knew about me," Italia smiled, "He's been helping me ever since the beginning of World War II!"

"So, only Romano managed to keep it a secret?" America asked, blue eyes skeptical.

Romano's eyes widened, "Oh, I didn't. Canada found out about me years ago."

A chorus of, "Who's Canadia?"s echoed through the room while Prussia gasped, "You didn't tell me, Birdie?"

Canada looked at her albino friend, "Gil, I didn't tell Ivan. And we're dating."

"Da," Russia agreed, "I was not informed. I do not worry though, it was not her place to share secrets about her comrades."

Hungary turned and kissed the Prussian, "Stop spluttering Gil, you're cuter with your mouth closed."

At this action, the whole room exploded into "Finally!"s as most countries collected bets from each other and America whined, "You can't say for sure it was Hungary who made the first move, Iggy! And I don't have three hundred dollars!"

"I MADE THE FIRST MOVE!" Prussia shouted, before Hungary hit him (nicely) with her frying pan.

He only bruised a little.

In the chaos, Belgium leaned over to hug Romano.

"I'm so glad you finally told Antonio," she told the Italian, "I think he's known for a while, but this was better than him finding out in some weird way."

Romano's eyes widened, "You knew?"

Belgium winked, "Ever since Antonio brought you home and said 'This is my henchman, Romano'."

And the Romano did something that the Italian hardly ever did.

She smiled.

The End~!