Romano's POV

Someday I know I will disappear, ever since I realized that the others favoured my brother over me. I've never, even once, hated my brother even if I knew he is the reason for it. I can never bring myself to hate him. The world only needs one Italy, I am prepared to sacrifice my life for him. Even if it means to never see him again.

I am just a mistake. A copy of my younger brother. A jerk who always curse. And a disgrace. I am just a nobody.

I am just alone. That is until I noticed the people who feels the same way, and the person who gave me love. They kept me alive. They made me feel like I was an equal.

I wish I can last longer to see them get noticed. I wish I can tell him, I have always loved him.

I love you, Spain.

So, this is the Introduction. This fanfic is made by the headcanons I saw on Pinterest. This is my first one so sorry if it sucks ;-;. I kinda hurt to say that about Romano. But oh well! Sorry if My English is bad.