Okay I haven't been writing stories for a while know because whenever I am halfway finished with one inspiration hits and I drop everything I do to do a different story. Now I have been watching Hetalia for a while now and I am doing an oneshot about one of my favorite characters, Romano. Here it is.

I look at the scene happening around me. I am at a world meeting right now and I have time to dwell in my thoughts. No potato bastard bothering me, the tomato bastard saying how cute I look, or that molester that chases anything with a pretty face or a nice ass.

I think of all what happened in the past and why I am here still. I know now one acknowledges me for myself just because. The bastard only wanted me because he wants my younger brother, who has a cute face, doesn't say anything mean, an airhead, a good personality, can paint, draw, and has his mind on pasta and pretty ladies 24/7.

Me, well, I'm the darker part of Italy, the one that covers things up and hides behind a happy/pissed mask to everyone around me. People don't know that I am the strongest nation in Europe. Why do they seem to forget all about it, they always prance around, being carefree, and bragging about their military in between of everything. It makes me want to puke from their ignorance. I know that England knows about me and my little act but he doesn't outright say anything for some strange reason I still have not figured out yet. With him being pure because of the fae and me dark because of the destruction I cause right under their noses.

I am the exact opposite of Northern Italy. He found he was a natural at art, I was a natural at using all weapons to their fullest potential. I hid everything in the dark from my younger brother and the whole world. Sure they might know that the mafia originated from me but they don't know that I can control the mafia in the entire world that resides in the nations. They might have a different name but they follow orders from me.

I plot and I plot as I annoy some if not all of the personifications of the nations. Kind of weird how they don't expect me to do this kind of thing. I mean why wouldn't I. I have enough as a reason as it is.

France only wanted me because of my rich land for him to use, probably wanted to expand his wine by buying my land. I was cute as well when I was a child so it was a plus for him. He might have heard about the money Rome gave me, it isn't much but he doesn't know that.

Spain wanted me because he thought I was like my younger brother in every way. Too bad for him because I am not like him, I cause mischief for him because of that little fact. Maybe for the money as well.

I hate it how they always compare me to that dumbass who needs help with every. Single. Damn. Thing. Gosh can't he man up and do something by himself for a while. Like I don't know, learn how to bandage his own paper cut. Sometimes I think the idiot isn't my brother at all. I can't believe that he was favored by Grandpa Rome for the matter.

I mentally sigh at these thoughts, just another day for the life of a shadow.

So how was it? I wanted to try something different and it might be short but I hoped you guys liked it. Old pen name was wishstone500. Bye.