"So you are a girl?"
Italy nodded her strange curl bobbing.
"Why were you pretending to be a boy?"
"Well, my boss told me that the female countries got taken advantage of so I dressed up as a boy," said Feliciana. "You-you don't hate me do you?"
"Nein," Germany sighed. He really didn't hate the girl nation, but this did complicate their relationship a bit.
Feliciana smiled at that, but then frowned, "Are you going to tell anyone?"
Germany shook his head, "Not unless you want-."
"I-Itary?"
Both of the nations turned their heads to see Japan in the doorway.
"I guess the cats out of the bag," said Germany quietly.
One explanation later…
Japan blushed. "S-so I-Itary-san is a girr?"
Italy nodded, "Aha!"
"So it seems," said Germany still looking at the floor.
There was a long awkward silence…
"How about I make pasta? Pasta makes everything better!" And off went Feliciana to the kitchen.
"What are we going to do?" asked Japan.
"I really don't know…"
Japan folded his hands, "He-errr-she is arready a target. If the other countries find out she's a girr…"
Germany nodded, "I know, I know. I don't want Italy to get into any trouble. She's already a liability, and if the others found out she could probably get into a lot of trouble."
Italy listened from around the corner. "I-I'm trouble?" she whispered to herself slipping down to the floor and pulling her knees to her chest.
"Germany-san don't you think that's a bit…harsh?"
"It's true isn't it, Italy could get into even more trouble if the other countries found out she was a girl," said Germany and then shuddered, "especially France."
Italy got up and walked out the door. Again forgetting that she had taken off her bindings. She sighed, "Doistu hates me…he thinks I'm a burden."
"Bonjour miss, what seems to be the problem?"
