Why, why can't anybody like me. I know Spain does because how obviously he shows his affection, but other than him who really
cares about Romano? No one, everybody loves my ignorant brother. I don't hate him but I can't help but envy him.
He has all of Germany's attention, and everybody like him better. Why, why does he get all the attention?
Anyway, somehow I've found myself having dinner, with my idiot brother, and the potato bastard. I don't understand yes I
Insult him and act as if I hate him, but why can't he like me. Yet again my brother gets the affection I desire. It's not
fair, I'm a part of Italy and the title goes to my younger brother. No one acts as If I'm South Italy, no it's Romano.
I don't get it at all.
I glance up from my plate of pasta to see my brother clinging to the tall German. I sighed and looked back down at my
pasta poking at it with my fork.
"Romano, are you alright?" I looked up again upon hearing the potato bastards voice. I give him my Usual glare.
"Why would you care bastard" Italy gave a stern look. Wow that's new, Spain would just think it's the cutest thing ever
bluh.
Germany is staring at me with some concern now. It's strange to see him show such an emotion towards me. "You haven't
touched your pasta. I know you love it just as much as Italy does." I glared at my pasta, again someone's talking about
me and they just have to bring my brother up.
"Just shut up potato bastard" I spit out between grit teeth. I glance up through my bangs and glared.
Germany sighed "Romano, I'm just trying to help" my glare hardened liar, he doesn't care at all.
I slammed my hands on to the table standing up throwing my harshest glare down at him. "What if I don't want you fucking
help you potato bastard!"
He glared up at me, shaking Italy of his arm, he stood walking towards the door. "I'll have to ask you to kindly leave"
Italy seemed panicked by this.
"But Germany, Romano didn't mean it! Besides would you kick your crush out!"
Germany and I both froze, eyes wide, and bright blushes. My gaze slowly turned to Germany "W-wha? y-you like me...?"
he stiffened momentarily glancing at me then turning his gaze to the floor.
"R-Romano I...I..uhh" he sighed, still staring at the floor as if it was interesting. I slowly started walking towards him.
He glanced up as I placed a hand on his shoulder, eyes widening once again as I stood on my tip toes and gently pecked him
on the lips. He stared at my red face for a moment, before a gentle smile replaced his dumbfounded look. He brought a hand
up to caress my cheek, drawing my lips into a tender, passionate kiss.
I heard Italy cheering in the background, I'll have to thank him later. As Germany and I pulled apart and I looked up at
his smiling face, I saw what I've been longing for from the start. Affection.
Ummm I hope you enjoy this sorry for the shortness.