GerMano

When I first met Romano, he was rude, arrogant, adorable and seemed to have an irrational hatred towards me. Wait… did I say adorable?

"Hey there Hasselhoff, I've got a surprise for you!" I sigh, closing the book I was reading 'How to get along with Italians: Brothers'

"Great, what is it? Another Jew?"

"I have created a secret weapon for such purpose and stealthiest you'll be helpless to it's power…"

"…" I stare blankly at him

"MOUSTACHE"

… This is his secret weapon? How cute.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you look so very stupid with your big bushy moustache like some hipster at an art school party. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

"Umm… you do realize it looks like you have the moustache from where I stand?" Romano immediately stops laughing and bursts into tears.

"Your right. No! Don't look. I'm so ugly!" Then he runs off. I didn't mean to make him cry. VERDAMMT!

*Later*

"GERMANY! ROMANO HATES ME!" The northern half of Italy runs into the room, tears pouring down his face.

"What did you say to him?"

"He came in crying saying that he quit and that he had failed… or something. Then I defended you and he asked why I never say nice things about him and my mind went blank and he ran off shouting 'I HATE YOU SO MUCH'" He finishes his speech and collapses into a nearby chair.

I sigh "I'll find him Feli, why don't you go make some pasta?"

"Really? Oh thank you Germany!" He hugs me then runs off out of the room. I walk towards the hatch for the attic… I'll start at the top and work my way down. I pull the string and climb up the ladder into the ark and dusty room. Grabbing a nearby flashlight, turn it on. Hearing the sounds of soft sobbing, I walk towards it. This is where I find Romano. I angle the light so it shines down on him and place on top of a nearby box. Once both my hands are empty, I pick up the crying Italian, and sit him in my lap. His head on my chest.

"P-p-potato – eater?"

"Ja"

"W-why are you here? Shouldn't you be with Veneziano?"

"Nein. You need someone to comfort und care for you so much more that Feli" my saying this makes him bury his head deeper into my chest, his ear pressed over my heart. His tanned hands clutching onto fistfuls of my shirt like a lifeline

"Don't…" I say forcefully

"Ciò che?" His voice muffled against me.

"Don't ever say that you are ugly…Ihre schönsten Mensch ich je getroffen habe ... innen und außen" I kiss the top of his head softly

When I first met Romano, he was rude, arrogant, adorable and seemed to have irrational hatred for me… A year later he is still rude, arrogant and adorable. But, now he harbors irrational unconditional love for me.

And I for him.