It's always about Veneziano... isn't it? It's always been all about him- and yet he doesn't even notice. He has always had everyone wanting him and wishing that he could have been theirs... He's talented in the arts and a very 'good boy' as Spain puts it...

But what about me?

Am I not a good boy? Does everyone only want him because he's better at everything than I? Why won't anyone compliment me? I'm trying hard! I'm trying harder than anyone else! So... Why... Why won't Spain ever pat my head and tell me I do a good job...?

Romano silently sat inside of his seat on the couch- in which no one else was seated at. The others were trying to crowd around his little brother and touch him all over. Either it be patting his head, poking his cheek, or simply trying to cling to him. The whole time he would sit there and act as if nothing was even happening.

"Hey! You stupid bastards-"

"Ve~ I want pasta."

"Then I'll go get you some pasta!"

"Pasta for Cute Ita-chan~"

"I'll go make it!~"

"Ve~ Thank you!~"

Again. It's always the same. No one ever wanted him- nor even noticed that he was in the room. Even his Spain was acting goofy-er if possible, for his little brother.

After they gave him the pasta, Veneziano started to eat it hungrily as if he hadn't eaten in days.

"Such a glutton." Romano hissed before standing up and leaving the room- Before he could get too far...

"I wish I had you as a child! You're so cute and helpful- oh! And listen to everything I have to say. You're the best, Ita-chan~ Boss Spain would have loved to have you instead of your brother." Spain praised the other while rubbing his head softly.

"Ve!~"

Romano's eyes darkened and he walked away quickly into a different room. This room was the bathroom. He stared at the mirror in front of him and then to his hands, after locking the door shut.

"He doesn't even want me... Why... Why can't I do a damn thing right!?"

Both fists made contact with the mirror and it shattered from the harsh contact.

"Now I even made a mess and he probably won't care! It's always about Italy! Always about Veneziano! What about me? Am I not Italy too?..."

Brown eyes shifted their gaze onto the floor. He bent down and picked up a rather large shard of the mirror and held it tightly inside of his hand. He flinched from the mirror slicing through his skin which sent a wave of pain up his body.

There only needs to be one Italy... Only one... An Italy who everyone likes and loves- along with being good at everything. A single Italy who can do everything by himself with a little help... An Italy with loved ones...

An Italy who isn't me.

Veneziano has never once even looked up to me as a big brother... Spain never patted me on the head and praised me... No one ever wants me... So why was I even made...?

His grip tightened and he could feel hot tears rolling down his cheeks. Since when did he start crying? He didn't know. After a few more seconds, he moved to the bathtub and turned on the facet with cold water. Romano stepped into the tub. He used the shard to cut both of his wrists and laid down in it with the shard of mirror now deeply tucked into his hand. The pain was surprisingly dull and meaningless to him. Both eyes closed and he awaited for his time to come. Even though he was a nation, he didn't care. He would continue forever if he had to.

After a few hours, the tub would over flow and make it's way to the living room. Some of the other nations noticed and flinched before trying to figure out where it came from.

"Ve... it's so cold- and pink? Pink water is nice~"

"Pink... Maybe it's blood?"

"Where's Romano?"

"Ro...mano..."

Spain jumped up from his seat and looked through the house. Each door was slammed open and looked through.

"Romannnooo! Where are you? Did you break something again?"

Did I break something!? You broke me!

"Are you in the bathroom? "

No fucking way! Did it take you that long to notice? It's been... at least five hours!

Spain finally made his way to the bathroom and kicked the door down. He soon laid eyes upon something he didn't want to see. There was his little Romano, at the bottom of the bathtub and both his wrists were bleeding. So, he was drowning and bleeding to death very slowly.

"R-Romano..."

Romano didn't reply and it seemed to be that he was long gone. Spain lifted the poor nation out of the water and held onto him tightly in a strong embrace. His heart was still beating, which was good- but.. for how much longer? He soon whipped out his cell phone and called for medical attention right away.

Meanwhile, Italy was leaning against a wall and chuckling to himself lightly. All of the other nations were helping his brother or simply crowding around him. A small smirk played onto his lips and he couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"My poor big brother~ Such a shame he would feel so badly about himself." Veneziano whispered to himself.

After that, he would flail to the scene and pretend to cry like he usually would. "Romano! You can't die! Don't leave your little brother behind!"

Of course, I'd be more than fine without someone as useless as you around... Big Brother.

What have I done- Ahh ; u ; . Anyway- New ch. will come... when I feel like it. Depends on how popular it is. /shrugs. I have other things to update too.

REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY.