Romano inhaled deeply before stretching away the grogginess that overwhelmed loveless day. Another day regretting his break up with Spain. Why did Spain have to make things so difficult?
Romano remembers the first time showing his emotions to Spain. The first time showing anything but hate and anger.
'Espana, can i ask you something?' 'Of course mi tomato' 'alright then ... Espana I have feelings for you deeper than brother or a parent figure.. te amo tomato bastard... Spain had shown no suprise on his face, just a wide grin and a bear hug 'didn't you hear me bastard?' 'Of course I did, mi lovino' and with that Spain moved his face inches away from Romano's and said ' Ti amo, mi tomato' And kissed. Romano suddenly deepened the kiss. Now they were both enraptured by the breath taking kiss they shared, Spain started to hug Romano tighter and they had to break away to breathe. " Back to my place, lovi~'' Romano only nodded. 'What incredible sex' Romano thought.
But that was the past, this was the future. Romano wasn't a wimpy crybaby like his fratello was. ... this reminded him of all the comparisons that people made between him and Italy. "why is Italy better at drawing than you' 'stay away from Roma, Italia, I don't want his bitterness rubbing off on you'' 'why didn't you fade? ''No one calls you Italy, because you're not,' 'you're exactly like Prussia,' 'a nation that should die because it's worthless' that's all Romano was. Worthless. A worthless, unloved and unloving piece of shit bastard brother called Romano, A personification that should be dead.
''Why does everything I love leave me?'' Romano asked no one Because you are incapable of love, you vulgar, foul mouthed pathetic excuse for a dumbass nation. Just die already' The voice was right, he was all of those things.
The next few World meetings were unsucsessful, but Romano just wanted to be noticed. No one even thought about him.
"Gah! damn you peice of shot nation.'' Romano cursed at himself for being weak, for feeling heartache, for feeling pain in general. he hoped his fratello didn't see his scars. The ugly things built by the ugly truth.
Romano looked nervous '' What's wrong, mi fratello?'' Italy asked , " Nothing'' Romano replied. The meeting went the same as usual, but instead of staring into space, he found himself staring into cloud - blue eyes that reflected his own greif and sorrow. America was a cutter too?
Four stories? am I busy... how do you like it? if any fans are reading this then thank you for being loyal and reading. once again I need one review to male sure that this is a story worth contonuing.
Until next time,
katiedid