Short drabbles featuring Italy and Romano (probably more of Romano, 'cause he's my fav), with each chapter based on a line from the song "In Italia" by Fabri Fibra ft. Gianna Nannini. No connected chapters, and genre will probably change from chapter to chapter.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. Nor do I own the song "In Italia"
CHAPTER 1
Ci sono cose che nessuno ti dirà
There are things nobody will tell you
No one ever told him that his little brother was better than him. They didn't have to. It was more what they didn't say that told him how they really felt. They would praise Veneziano for everything he did, but never once did they do the same for Romano. They gushed over how cute Veneziano was, how talented Veneziano was, but they took no notice of Romano.
He got used to it. He got used to opening the fridge only to find that Veneziano had used the tomatoes he worked so hard to grow for his pasta sauce. He stopped bothering to hang up the pictures he drew since Veneziano's would just get hung up over his, and eventually he just stopped drawing. He told himself he didn't care when the three of them went outside and Grandpa Rome always ended up taking his wide-brimmed hat and dropping it on Veneziano's head with a grin, while Romano shielded his eyes from the sun with arms that just grew darker and darker. He pretended it didn't hurt when Grandpa Rome turned away from him when he was talking just to listen to Veneziano babble on about a kitten or a butterfly or whatever else he happened to see. And eventually he stopped talking. If they wouldn't say anything to him, then he had nothing to say to them.