I might act tough and mean, but that is just to hide my pain and loneliness.
When I was a little bambino, and I was crying or upset, Grampa Rome would play and hold me until I smiled and laughed again. We traveled through the centuries together as I grew. Then after a while my fratello came along. Grampa seemed to spend more time with him than me. We traveled for a bit longer then he just left with him one day and I was alone. I felt forgotten, abandoned.
Then I never got a chance to tell him goodbye before he died.
When that happened a lot of scaring older countries came. I was really afraid them. A country named Spain came and made me his servant. I'd never admit it to his face but he's really nice. But as time went on, he kept on leaving me behind to go fight in wars.
After many years I was finally reunited with my fratello. Though I didn't much act like it, I was very happy. I silently vowed to let nothing tear us apart. Then as what happens in war, we separated and he went to fight alongside that potato eating, beer guzzling bastard. I will always hate that German bastard and his brother for doing that. I even felt angry at my fratello, Veneziano, for making me feel abandoned again.
Though I forgot that anger and forgave him immediately when he came back.
I have been through alot. I have changed a lot. But a few things I am glad stayed the same. One of my favorites being…
"Ciao~Romano~"
…when my nono Rome visits…
"Ciao, Gramp Rome."
I can't help being happy and smiling when he holds me like he did when I was a bambino. Because I no longer feel alone, forgotten, or abandoned.
"I missed you."