100 THEME CHALLNGE
REFLECTION
Feliciano, my cute younger brother who stole everything from me, he stole my title when it was rightfully mine and I've been nothing ever since. Everyone loves him, who wouldn't deny him the title of Italy? When we are; the North and South unified, it was Feliciano who claimed the name Italia.
That title was mine, I've been around longer than he has, I'm the one with the political knowledge, it's me who sorts out his problems when they arise, he couldn't handle situations then and he still can't now. He childishly writes to me in desperation every time something goes wrong. He is nothing more than a naïve child! Not that anyone cares about that, Feliciano can charm his way into anything.
I'm nothing; I'm the shadow that currently trails behind Italy as he chatters mindlessly to the other nations present at this year's world conference. I'm not important any more, in fact was I ever? I scowl at the back of his head as he continues to talk to the other countries who managed to make it this year.
To make matters worse, an obnoxious voice suddenly yells over the huge conference hall, "GUTEN MORGEN FELI!" Prussia yells as he steamrolls through the crowds to greet Feli. I jump quickly to the side when I realise that the white flash barrelling towards us is going to run me over unless I move. I glare at Prussia about to let loose a stream of curses when Feliciano opens his mouth before I can even draw breath, "PRUSSIA!" He yells as he runs over to hug his German friend. "FELI," Prussia shouts back just as loud. My fists clench and unclench in my fury as Feliciano begins a useless, stupid, mindless conversation that was going somewhere along the lines of; "Veh, Prussia? Where does pasta rate on your scale of awesomeness?" or something equally dim-witted coupled with a brainless reply.
To add injury to insult, I feel someone barge into my shoulder and I spin on my toes trying to recover my balance as the nation, one of the Asians I think, strides off happily without turning around to apologize, without even acknowledging me. I take deep long breaths in an attempt to quell my growing temper, besides, it's not like I can do anything.
Italy turns around suddenly and I catch my frowning reflection in his stylish sunglasses that he never bothered to take off. We look so alike and yet are so different. Like the sides of a coin, the same size, depth and eternally connected to each other however showing different images on either side, different personalities in our case.
It feels like being trapped in a mirror, I can do nothing but helplessly peer out of the glass mimicking my twin's actions as he decides the routes in which our life will take, all I can do is watch that smiling, happy face from the other side and jealously pray that one day our roles will reverse, that one day, I might be the one who they call Italy. I wish to break free of this reflective glass cage and become a part of his world instead of just his reflection without any meaning… any reason… any existence…
A/N An angry, jealous, depressed Romano Vargas, written for my 100 theme challenge which I'm taking at an incredibly slow pace X'D