When I heard you say that. When I heard you say those simple yet caring words, I felt my heart flutter. When you asked me: "When you grow older Romanito will you marry me?" I felt this feeling buried deep inside come crashing out like a wave. I realized that, when you said that, I really did love you. So, I worked hard to grow so that one day I could marry you.
I wasn't loved as a country like my brother was. Veneziano. Everyone loved him. So, when I heard those words, I realized that I was finally loved. Not as a country but as a person. Not for my land but for who I really was. Those words he spoke to me made me happy and, for the first time, I was needed by someone. I was needed.
I always hated myself because no one needed me. My inferiority complex toward my brother was intensified each day that I live. But… finally I was needed.
"I'm so proud of you Romano~!" those words made me happy as well. He always told me that when I kept growing and I no longer fit into my clothes, and needed new ones. I was happy that, finally, someone needed me. I didn't even consider it as a joke… until I heard him utter those words.
"Venezito, when you grow up will you marry me~?" When I heard these words spoken to my little brother, my heart froze. I couldn't believe he had just said those words to my brother. Those same words that made me realize that I loved you so much. It hurt. When I heard those words… my entire world came crashing down on me.