I yawned. I was in his house, in my room, in my warm comfy bed. It was like every other morning, except, there was a letter waiting for me, next to his pillow. "Hm? What's this?" I opened it. It was from Spain.

"Dear Romano, I remember when we first met. You were just a little selfish brat. You were so tsundere and cute."

My eyes twitched at the word "cute". What does "tsundere" mean?

I continued to read.

"I still remember how you used to wet the bed. How you would to blame squirrels when I scold you for it. I actually miss scolding you now…"

Spain attached a picture of a squirrel at the bottom.

"Huh?"

Another letter was lying next to the door.

I dropped the letter and ran to the door and read the second letter.

"Ita-chan is very cute, you know. He's so talented, so kind, so cute. But you were cute too!"

Italy. He always loved him better than me. I sighed. Everyone loves Italy more than me.

I got up to look for more letters.

"Ah…"

There was another letter in the hallway.

I read it.

"Ita-chan's food is so delicious. He's really good at cleaning, cooking, he's-"

I crumpled up the letter without reading the rest.

Damn it! Why does Spain love Italy so much!? I didn't bother looking for more letters, they were probably about Italy anyway. I don't know when or how Spain came into my house, but I don't care. I'll have some breakfast first.

I walked into the kitchen and found a plate of pasta and a letter next to it.
"Dear Romano, Good Morning! I made you breakfast! I hope it didn't get cold..."

The pasta was getting a little cold, but I ate it anyway.

'Not because I love Spain or his cooking, but because it would be a waste of pasta if I didn't…' I told myself.

After I ate the pasta I went to the living room to sit down for a while on the couch. As I was about to sit down, I noticed another letter, peeking from the cushion. I took it and read it.

"Italy chan is"

I ripped it into pieces and dropped it on the floor.

"Italy chan, Italy chan- is that all you care about!?" I muttered to myself.

"...Is that who you care about…." I was breathing hard now.

I kneeled down to pick up the ripped paper. While I was dumping them into the recycling box, I saw that the door to the porch was slightly opened.

"huh."

I got on my jacket and went outside. On the stairs was Spain, sleeping peacefully.

"God damn it….Don't just fall asleep in front of someone else's house…."

There was a letter in his hands. Another letter? I carefully took it.

"I love you Romano, even more than Italy." I blushed, and my eyes became slightly watery.

"You bastard…."

I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. I quickly wiped them off. I leaned over to spain and softly kissed his cheeks.

"Damn it, I love you too."